<?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-6759734095132443321</id><updated>2012-01-29T02:17:30.952+08:00</updated><category term='Summarization'/><category term='randomness'/><category term='highness'/><category term='tortee'/><category term='babies'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food for the soul..'/><category term='thoughts that haunt'/><category term='ramblings...'/><category term='competition'/><category term='nature'/><category term='events'/><category term='thoughts that haunts'/><category term='Reflection in life'/><category term='diary'/><category term='I want to complain'/><category term='cause i had a not so good 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term='music'/><category term='dedications'/><category term='stupidness...'/><category term='of sighs...'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='just bored....'/><category term='bullshit banyak'/><category term='tags'/><category term='just a thought'/><category term='Midnight words'/><category term='wishes...'/><category term='crap'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='dose of reality'/><category term='of nothing particular..'/><category term='nuffnang'/><category term='Loving my life...'/><category term='midnight arguments'/><category term='Wishful Words'/><category term='Not for me to ponder'/><title type='text'>:: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>477</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-824004234547227667</id><published>2012-01-29T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T02:17:09.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts that haunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, while cutting vegetables.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thought came across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thought so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wonder how it feels to cut myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Maybe cutting myself will release the agony that I feel inside of me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has never crossed my mind that I'll ever hurt myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-824004234547227667?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/824004234547227667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=824004234547227667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/824004234547227667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/824004234547227667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-while-cutting-vegetables.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1119603006424962154</id><published>2012-01-26T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:12:02.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quirky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to deal with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1119603006424962154?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1119603006424962154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1119603006424962154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1119603006424962154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1119603006424962154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7964324969637457102</id><published>2012-01-25T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:57:00.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every ounce of confident I had in me, has been ripped away by this course.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I thought I was good at, well apparently I am not that good after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so how do I live, when there isn't an ounce of confidence left in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What holds me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7964324969637457102?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7964324969637457102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7964324969637457102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7964324969637457102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7964324969637457102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-ounce-of-confident-i-had-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-717489733073623439</id><published>2012-01-24T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:03:38.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Behind every smile, there are tears lurking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind every story, there is a story not told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appear jolly but in actual fact, I feel tormented inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to tell my parents that I am miserable and depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no choice but to pretend to be me when I am no longer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-717489733073623439?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/717489733073623439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=717489733073623439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/717489733073623439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/717489733073623439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2012/01/behind-every-smile-there-are-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5021117488223040706</id><published>2012-01-24T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:30:40.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I maybe in depression.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who da fuq spends 2 hours in bed, having a conversation with herself telling herself that she hates her own guts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get random thoughts about how much I hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much I wish I was smarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish everything would be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't have thoughts of killing myself. that's a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Means I am not THAT depressed I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5021117488223040706?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2497522901456592049</id><published>2012-01-14T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T09:44:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you, for helping me out of my dark spot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for even trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for even noticing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2497522901456592049?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2497522901456592049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2497522901456592049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2497522901456592049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2497522901456592049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-for-helping-me-out-of-my-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-693131809950220591</id><published>2011-12-24T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:55:36.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what is worse than having no friends?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is having friends yet feeling as though your presence is insignificant or as though you do not matter at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with loneliness is one thing, to deal with being insignificant is another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#justsaying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-693131809950220591?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/693131809950220591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=693131809950220591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/693131809950220591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/693131809950220591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-what-is-worse-than-having-no.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6818901930364791080</id><published>2011-12-03T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:49:24.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What has happened to me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a changed person here in Bristol. I surprise myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done something I've never thought I'd do in a million years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend money without much care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I club and drink like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am turning into somebody I vastly dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remember my principle once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remember to be myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remember my values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to not let this take me over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing I call "fun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6818901930364791080?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6818901930364791080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6818901930364791080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6818901930364791080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6818901930364791080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-has-happened-to-me-i-am-such.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8292502120536808949</id><published>2011-11-01T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:51:06.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fact that I can make choices about my future, I'm blessed. I realised that I can go anywhere in life, because I have choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything I want. I have so many choices but yet I am frustrated because I have that many choices. I should be blessed to have a say or rather, have control of my life to where I want to go. I am blessed and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8292502120536808949?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8292502120536808949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8292502120536808949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8292502120536808949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8292502120536808949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact-that-i-can-make-choices-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6131213409426022302</id><published>2011-10-31T04:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:36:55.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><title type='text'>Sudden inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfSqH3X0yy0/Tq2ygBWlkSI/AAAAAAAAGvA/XLFdw1dWN08/s1600/DSC02389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfSqH3X0yy0/Tq2ygBWlkSI/AAAAAAAAGvA/XLFdw1dWN08/s400/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669383769118052642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My plan for my near future (ed 30th of October 2011):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Complete my BPTC (make my parents proud) Get called to the Bar in Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Stay in the UK for summer. Work and be self sufficient. Travel Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Come back to England to complete my Masters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Apply for the Work and Travel Programme to U.S.A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. See where life brings me from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If all fails, go back to Malaysia. Secure a pupillage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Work a few years. Move to Singapore. Convert Degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Apply to all the MNCs, to get a job post in UAE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ru3NrBdAhc/Tq2xm_8iNKI/AAAAAAAAGu0/yj1jF7P-UTk/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669382789487801506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl can dream. :)  From where I am now, sky's the limit. I am capable of anything as long as I dare to spread my wings and start flapping. Life's too short to be sucked into the normal circle of life. To be Amazing, you must dare to dream. Nothing to lose. Just got to hit the floor and start running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6131213409426022302?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6131213409426022302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6131213409426022302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6131213409426022302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6131213409426022302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-inspiration.html' title='Sudden inspiration.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfSqH3X0yy0/Tq2ygBWlkSI/AAAAAAAAGvA/XLFdw1dWN08/s72-c/DSC02389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6662962081638329404</id><published>2011-10-15T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:25:27.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not for me to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><title type='text'>bye bye 14th of Oct</title><content type='html'>So many things happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I really want to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's better to be forgotten and pretend nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the night of 14th of October be erased from my memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6662962081638329404?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6662962081638329404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6662962081638329404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6662962081638329404'/><link rel='self' 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term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>I'll be..</title><content type='html'>In a way I work like an old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In social sense, it takes me awhile to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I work like a charm, some days I'm just a piece of useless junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my good days and my bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you treat me good, I'll be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try to push me real hard, but I can't guarantee success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't see me, for I am not flashy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't offer vanity points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, my engine is well-made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done right, I am the most amazing 'junk' you'll ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-168092499613530507?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/168092499613530507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=168092499613530507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/168092499613530507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/168092499613530507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-be.html' title='I&apos;ll be..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4849767135562795212</id><published>2011-09-20T06:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:34:54.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i had a not so good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all in a day&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my dad is paying more for the torture I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only day 3 of my course and thoughts of withdrawing from the course is getting more persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only day 3 and my head feels as though I just hit my head real hard. Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only day 3 I find myself having no time to eat. cereals for breakfast. fried egg and rice for dinner. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better pays AWESOME to be a barrister. Damn you professional course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I applaud all Phd holders. Really Permanent Head Damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, other than my crazily demanding course, I am alright here in Bristol. haven't really got the time to look around Bristol but.. I'll try to find time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. Television. Tortee. My bed. Family and friends. *le sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4849767135562795212?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4849767135562795212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4849767135562795212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4849767135562795212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4849767135562795212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-my-dad-is-paying-more-for-torture-i.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7379601973601471555</id><published>2011-09-16T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T06:45:46.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7379601973601471555?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7379601973601471555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7379601973601471555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7379601973601471555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7379601973601471555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-be-part.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1954392593363415974</id><published>2011-09-05T05:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:23:59.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight arguments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'>Save me..</title><content type='html'>Is it so hard to be happy? I am beginning to think my blog should be renamed "Realm of Darkness". Everything is so dark here. Everything is just gloomy. All is good else where. I am healthy. I am not lacking money. I don't have a perfect family but it's alright. I have opportunities that I am far too grateful to have. Why am I being such a spoilt brat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be happy? It's been 2 weeks and I've been dying emotionally. I tried to drown it with loud music, booze and what my mum calls them "cheap thrills/fun". Nothing is working. I am denying what I was told. I don't believe it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to find out that maybe I was in love. Or rather is in love. Past tense will be past tense. It can never be present tense. Present continuous tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that  I have become a totally different person now. I don't know what I should do. I am beginning to say things I don't mean. Doing things I don't normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spare me the depression. Oh Gawd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1954392593363415974?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1954392593363415974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1954392593363415974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1954392593363415974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1954392593363415974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/09/save-me.html' title='Save me..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-121347002070037261</id><published>2011-08-28T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:40:04.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;You think I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the 2nd time harder? Shouldn't it be easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-121347002070037261?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/121347002070037261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=121347002070037261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/121347002070037261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/121347002070037261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-think-i-am-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6963694393180891841</id><published>2011-08-19T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:41:35.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Raindrops from sight..</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to be in a place that reminds me of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;It's just really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Being in places where we created memories.&lt;br /&gt;I should only remember our good times and be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy. For me. For you. For the past Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9HsnxthHZkY" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Perri - Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you see right through my walls&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let a love get so close&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna leave you but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you see right through my walls&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let a love get so close&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I've never opened up&lt;br /&gt;I've never truly loved 'Till you put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you see right through my walls&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let a love get so close&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I'm home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your arms around me and I'm home    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;only so many more days until I leave.&lt;br /&gt;I thought what I really wanted was to leave.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I am leaving alone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6963694393180891841?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6963694393180891841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6963694393180891841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6963694393180891841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6963694393180891841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/08/raindrops-from-sight.html' title='Raindrops from sight..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9HsnxthHZkY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1977697683780559631</id><published>2011-08-18T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T01:28:55.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings...'/><title type='text'>L. O. V. E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RReM0yXf87c/Tkv6Qumh9WI/AAAAAAAAGt8/VdhCoWiiDRM/s1600/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself asking myself that question. I am a 22 year old who I am not sure if I experienced love or not. Love confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RReM0yXf87c/Tkv6Qumh9WI/AAAAAAAAGt8/VdhCoWiiDRM/s1600/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RReM0yXf87c/Tkv6Qumh9WI/AAAAAAAAGt8/VdhCoWiiDRM/s400/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641878123506169186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love showing each other how much you love each other everyday by posting up on each other's FB wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love buying each other gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love spending majority time with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have experienced LIKE. I definitely like my Ex a lot. So much that I still check on him from time to time. And I get sad thinking about him quite often. Is that love? Love is selfless they say. But sadly I am a selfish person. I put me ahead of everything else. So am I not worthy of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I see how much 2 people love each other, I wonder if I am ever going to be able to do the same? Can I voluntarily sacrifice for that person? Would I turn into one of those soppy sappy girls in a relationship? I'll have you know, I am not the type of girl who openly shows how she feels. I may love you, but I don't act so. Sometimes, I intentionally pick a fight with you. I am weird I know. Save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have broken hearts before. But this you should know, I don't mean it intentionally. It's because I don't know what I am getting into. And you don't know what you are getting in to if you get together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has once referred to me as a girl who gives love a bad name. That it is a curse to guys who somehow gets smitten by me. What he said has made me think. Maybe he isn't wrong. Maybe I do have a problem! Until then, I guess I still have to slowly figure this thing out. This thing called Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1977697683780559631?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1977697683780559631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1977697683780559631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1977697683780559631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1977697683780559631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/08/l-o-v-e.html' title='L. O. V. E'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RReM0yXf87c/Tkv6Qumh9WI/AAAAAAAAGt8/VdhCoWiiDRM/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2648635410009052397</id><published>2011-08-03T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:20:41.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>A drop in the Ocean</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I blogged. Had my euro trip with my parents. My graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8c3SuHL9MU/Tjlibo_UhWI/AAAAAAAAGtc/D29dJrpl5oY/s1600/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8c3SuHL9MU/Tjlibo_UhWI/AAAAAAAAGtc/D29dJrpl5oY/s400/DSC00808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636644635629880674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years back, seeing myself graduate was something far-fetched but now, it's done and over with. Have you ever wondered for years we work towards something and when we've reached that point, what's next? Exactly like the animation Finding Nemo, the fishes in the aquarium plotted to escape to the ocean for so long, once they managed to reach the ocean, it was a Now What?! moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly where I am now, now what? What do I do? I've have my share of fun in Aber. I wouldn't call Aber fun as Aber isn't exactly a town bustling with fun things to do.  I would say I have my share of self-reflection in Aber. I've hurt, been hurt, loved, loved by others, missed, cried, laughed for the past year. Now that it's all behind me. I'm not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I have ongoing plans to to my BPTC but honestly, I'm not sure if it's something I should do. It's really not my thing to do it, but extra education can't hurt I reckon, though it is costing my father at least rm150k this upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIHKqNAxzQs/Tjlib3VauFI/AAAAAAAAGtk/2sFenfByazg/s1600/SDC16337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIHKqNAxzQs/Tjlib3VauFI/AAAAAAAAGtk/2sFenfByazg/s400/SDC16337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636644639480658002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Para-gliding in Switzerland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJnieBq1L7w/TjlkKJrSBkI/AAAAAAAAGts/lVn7CmHtndE/s1600/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eJnieBq1L7w/TjlkKJrSBkI/AAAAAAAAGts/lVn7CmHtndE/s400/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636646534189811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Night scrolls looking at Colloseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYTExxxtaMc/TjlkKVD3qTI/AAAAAAAAGt0/5Ox1RYEmgnQ/s1600/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYTExxxtaMc/TjlkKVD3qTI/AAAAAAAAGt0/5Ox1RYEmgnQ/s400/DSC02546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636646537245731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Camwhoring with the Lourve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I saw Mona Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived an impressive life this past month doing things majority people could only wish. Traveling and living life. In everything I do, I seek to feel alive. To feel that my life is worthy to be lived. To find my life's worth. I guess I've been too ignorant towards the value of my life. I've been too careless with myself. I should feel blessed to have the life I lead for I know it's really something. It's really something to be me. My grandmothers who are looking upon me from above would be proud of me for graduating yet would be upset to see that I feel like I need to find my life's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I live my life in a weird limbo. When I am happy, I am really happy and easily contented. But when I am down, it feels like the World is against me and I am worthless. Maybe I am paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just letting my brain flow. As you can see, its in a terrible mess and I don't know to feel what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NN16PuZQHEU/Tjle1XpZZAI/AAAAAAAAGs8/CXtPOQXIRrs/s1600/DSC01717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NN16PuZQHEU/Tjle1XpZZAI/AAAAAAAAGs8/CXtPOQXIRrs/s400/DSC01717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636640679604610050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Stadhuy's window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a not related to above story, I just came back from Malacca last night with my Aber mates. I'm glad they are still the same even after coming back. Paul and Aaron are still as entertaining as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSU3enLPM0o/Tjle1j-0PsI/AAAAAAAAGtM/IgcVT1Xj5sw/s1600/DSC01803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSU3enLPM0o/Tjle1j-0PsI/AAAAAAAAGtM/IgcVT1Xj5sw/s400/DSC01803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636640682915675842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbours in Aber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_fWPCChReM/Tjle1Q1czpI/AAAAAAAAGtE/CmUrli3Epio/s1600/DSC01723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_fWPCChReM/Tjle1Q1czpI/AAAAAAAAGtE/CmUrli3Epio/s400/DSC01723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636640677776117394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sighs.. Aaron is so adorable at times I want to nom him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFt90W1sSe8/Tjle1JkR7vI/AAAAAAAAGs0/yDadwFQGWC8/s1600/DSC01728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFt90W1sSe8/Tjle1JkR7vI/AAAAAAAAGs0/yDadwFQGWC8/s400/DSC01728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636640675825053426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I saw a shooting star with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMcsZnQbX9Q/Tjle113_xwI/AAAAAAAAGtU/cT5PQH0QAcI/s1600/DSC01763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMcsZnQbX9Q/Tjle113_xwI/AAAAAAAAGtU/cT5PQH0QAcI/s400/DSC01763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636640687718909698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Genuine laughter. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy most of the time during the day. It's during the night that mostly kills me inside. I don't know what is this I am feeling. Guilt? lack of love? Uneasiness? Whatever this is... It sucks. That's the only reason why I keep staying out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I updated a long post. It's time to bid adieu. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have half my mind to drop my screen name: Solitary Rose. maybe it's time to say goodbye to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2648635410009052397?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2648635410009052397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2648635410009052397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2648635410009052397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2648635410009052397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/08/drop-in-ocean.html' title='A drop in the Ocean'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8c3SuHL9MU/Tjlibo_UhWI/AAAAAAAAGtc/D29dJrpl5oY/s72-c/DSC00808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1830101642111882088</id><published>2011-07-03T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:12:21.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Send me away with the words of a love song...</title><content type='html'>These few days, under the influenced of my PMS, there are a few thoughts that have crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer being in UK.&lt;br /&gt;I have more freedom of choice and freedom of movement.&lt;br /&gt;I live for myself and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I don't have my family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's this time of my life, I need to be away; alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I belong in UK.&lt;br /&gt;Before going over, I thought I may have trouble adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been apart from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am more independent than expected.&lt;br /&gt;I've overcome my anxiety problems.&lt;br /&gt;I've overcome my intimacy issues.&lt;br /&gt;Next issue to overcome: Commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK has changed me.&lt;br /&gt;For better and some, a little worse.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still have it all and not change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I die young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;by The Band Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've&lt;br /&gt;Never known the lovin' of a man&lt;br /&gt;But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a&lt;br /&gt;Boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought forever could be severed by&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What I never did is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; A penny for my thoughts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell them for a dollar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They're worth so much more after I'm a goner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, bury me in satin&lt;br /&gt;Lay me down on a, bed of roses&lt;br /&gt;Sink me in the river, at dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Send me away with the words of a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Go with peace and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sharp knife of a short life, well&lt;br /&gt;I've had, just enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.14am in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1830101642111882088?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1830101642111882088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1830101642111882088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1830101642111882088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1830101642111882088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/07/send-me-away-with-words-of-love-song.html' title='Send me away with the words of a love song...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7238518202090954627</id><published>2011-06-23T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:55:56.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships...'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIRa9P-Jp8/TgM3ukw8laI/AAAAAAAAGss/8oe2bZWDZhg/s1600/10062010404.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Sz-6k8Wdm8U" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony Neely - Sorry that I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For all of the times that I tried for your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For making you think that I was worth the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;So your love love love love love would be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For sending you flowers and holding your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;That no one was there to take a stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But then love love love made us blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so sorry that I hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I fell through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry I was falling in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry that it came true but sorry doesn't turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For all that I have done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that I could make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;So sorry that I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I held you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so sorry for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Making you love me and saying goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For being the one that taught you how to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It was love love love and it passed us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For giving you every thing that you dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For taking it back when I fled the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry love, for wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so sorry that I hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I fell through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry I was falling in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry that it came true but sorry doesn't turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For all that I have done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that I could make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;So sorry that I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry that I held you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;An apology now after all of this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't make any difference tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm hoping "im sorry" will open your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;To love love love love in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIRa9P-Jp8/TgM3ukw8laI/AAAAAAAAGss/8oe2bZWDZhg/s1600/10062010404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIRa9P-Jp8/TgM3ukw8laI/AAAAAAAAGss/8oe2bZWDZhg/s400/10062010404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621398033170994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sorry. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my Guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I don't feel upset over my decision.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the best I can do. For you and for me.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose, I'd choose to be happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, somethings are just not how we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;You are my safety net, and comforting shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I know you always have my back.&lt;br /&gt;Always there when I needed you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how things ended.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to be fair to you and to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best in your life.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me to think of you with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you are not mine to have.&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy.&lt;br /&gt;For me, but mostly, for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make things harder than it is already.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I did not make this decision at the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for months.&lt;br /&gt;It's been slowly killing me inside.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;You might not think it's right.&lt;br /&gt;But it is right to my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is just I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not made for this.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I would take it all back if I could but I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.55pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7238518202090954627?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7238518202090954627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7238518202090954627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7238518202090954627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7238518202090954627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Sz-6k8Wdm8U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7841614673485810876</id><published>2011-06-13T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:15:30.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts that haunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><title type='text'>As clear as a hazy day</title><content type='html'>I thought it will be clear but I'm being greeted with haze and clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right. Don't even know what's right or wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7841614673485810876?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7841614673485810876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7841614673485810876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7841614673485810876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7841614673485810876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-clear-as-hazy-day.html' title='As clear as a hazy day'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-676235707187461368</id><published>2011-06-07T04:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T04:59:46.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-GmUzPTTao/Te0-5BIS8GI/AAAAAAAAGsk/G484BJXk8iY/s1600/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-GmUzPTTao/Te0-5BIS8GI/AAAAAAAAGsk/G484BJXk8iY/s400/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615213459677573218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God gives so you many options in life, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for the blessing He has gave me. I need for a sign. A sign to point me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Lord for giving me all the opportunities in life. I am grateful and I know I am blessed beyond words. I know when I wish I don't have this many options, I was being spoiled and not grateful for the options in life you've given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful but... I'm really lost now. All I know is that I find it so hard to leave this place I've called home for the past 9 months. It's been an amazing journey here. All I wish to do is to stay here forever.. How do I choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home such a different person. That I know. And I thank everyone who contributed to my growth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Sometimes I wonder when will I stop using my nickname "solitary rose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.01pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-676235707187461368?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/676235707187461368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=676235707187461368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/676235707187461368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/676235707187461368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-GmUzPTTao/Te0-5BIS8GI/AAAAAAAAGsk/G484BJXk8iY/s72-c/DSC01106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4366748971394198589</id><published>2011-05-28T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:24:48.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of nothing particular..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit banyak'/><title type='text'>Bazzinga!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage textPost" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I  ask for a divine intervention where stars are aligned and rotation of  Earth's gravitational pull to come together and bless upon me, the power  and strength to bullshit my way through tomorrow's paper! oh please  Dear universe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage textPost" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-8.21pm 27/05/2011-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best scientific prayer ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine. BAZINGGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 2 more to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.24pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4366748971394198589?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4366748971394198589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4366748971394198589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4366748971394198589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4366748971394198589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/bazzinga.html' title='Bazzinga!!!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-857834892544044093</id><published>2011-05-25T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:22:24.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all in a day&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Living with a law student..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9S2I6Sb9rw/TdvaQ2rP1KI/AAAAAAAAGsY/FIj1Wgk7xR8/s1600/227495_10150195610931607_631336606_7362276_96882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyeIG9-aI10/TdvaQnaQoPI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/fF7utxLdYAU/s1600/229496_10150195605576607_631336606_7362238_3606003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article entitled living with  A LAW Student. Funny much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read it click *&lt;a href="http://survivelaw.com/blog/index.php/2011/05/living-with-a-law-student-things-you-need-to-know/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to copy and paste one statement that is so freaking true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have upset a law student, Don’t stress, one quick way to make them (law students) happy is to buy them some  stationery!  Ever noticed how YLS’s (Your law student) desk looks like a rainbow had a hard  night then threw up all over the desk? There are highlighters, post-it  notes and sticky tabs of every size and colour. This is because  stationary makes us happy. As an aside, a birthday party thrown at  Office Works would be awesome, like a law student equivalent of a  child’s McDonald’s party. Toss some fluoro stationary in their direction  and you are likely to be forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9S2I6Sb9rw/TdvaQ2rP1KI/AAAAAAAAGsY/FIj1Wgk7xR8/s1600/227495_10150195610931607_631336606_7362276_96882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9S2I6Sb9rw/TdvaQ2rP1KI/AAAAAAAAGsY/FIj1Wgk7xR8/s400/227495_10150195610931607_631336606_7362276_96882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610317743909754018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn freaking true!! once I couldnt find my colour tabs to mark pages, I began to hyperventilate and demanded my mum to send it to me from Malaysia. Yes I get irrational when I am under a lot of stress. But then again, it is justified because I am a law student. LOL... sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyeIG9-aI10/TdvaQnaQoPI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/fF7utxLdYAU/s1600/229496_10150195605576607_631336606_7362238_3606003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyeIG9-aI10/TdvaQnaQoPI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/fF7utxLdYAU/s400/229496_10150195605576607_631336606_7362238_3606003_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610317739811971314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: One down 3 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 5.22pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-857834892544044093?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/857834892544044093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=857834892544044093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/857834892544044093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/857834892544044093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-with-law-student.html' title='Living with a law student..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9S2I6Sb9rw/TdvaQ2rP1KI/AAAAAAAAGsY/FIj1Wgk7xR8/s72-c/227495_10150195610931607_631336606_7362276_96882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6586221361601416422</id><published>2011-05-21T09:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:41:31.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBi30tTU1_o/TdcW1eQsV6I/AAAAAAAAGr4/k7mJ2P06i8Q/s1600/DSC04677-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1iA9NrAs3g/TdcWZSsimsI/AAAAAAAAGrw/bySsAymtRew/s1600/subtlebeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1iA9NrAs3g/TdcWZSsimsI/AAAAAAAAGrw/bySsAymtRew/s400/subtlebeauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608976484684438210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Subtle beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMcU_Pynx6Y/TdcWZJeBJDI/AAAAAAAAGro/dZBak6fsUWE/s1600/DSC04679-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMcU_Pynx6Y/TdcWZJeBJDI/AAAAAAAAGro/dZBak6fsUWE/s400/DSC04679-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608976482207605810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Reaching out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so I have a friend who loves taking pictures. His pictures are not entirely bad. Some of his pictures blow my mind! But there are some, I managed to salvage and made it nice. Like these 2 pieces here. Let me show you the original picture of subtle beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBi30tTU1_o/TdcW1eQsV6I/AAAAAAAAGr4/k7mJ2P06i8Q/s1600/DSC04677-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBi30tTU1_o/TdcW1eQsV6I/AAAAAAAAGr4/k7mJ2P06i8Q/s400/DSC04677-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608976968825198498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Original piece of 'subtle beauty'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bet you couldnt have tell that 'subtle beauty' came from this picture eh? :)  This is the art of cropping and editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of his own original shots that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71KOtUnWf80/TdcXSZmoi-I/AAAAAAAAGsI/tRI6ooRRRII/s1600/DSC08902-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71KOtUnWf80/TdcXSZmoi-I/AAAAAAAAGsI/tRI6ooRRRII/s400/DSC08902-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608977465791253474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll call it "Delicate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u09bAyBSTsA/TdcXSVj3dhI/AAAAAAAAGsA/hOYTqVCUj-g/s1600/DSC4764-1-9-2%2Ba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u09bAyBSTsA/TdcXSVj3dhI/AAAAAAAAGsA/hOYTqVCUj-g/s400/DSC4764-1-9-2%2Ba2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608977464705906194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1st word that popped in my head when I saw this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh my love for art and photography will never wane. Well done, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credits to Yoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have a paper at 9.30am and I still found time to blog. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 2.43am..&lt;br /&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/6759734095132443321-6586221361601416422?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6586221361601416422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6586221361601416422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6586221361601416422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6586221361601416422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/cherry-blossom.html' title='Cherry Blossom'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e1iA9NrAs3g/TdcWZSsimsI/AAAAAAAAGrw/bySsAymtRew/s72-c/subtlebeauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7220404544393485541</id><published>2011-05-18T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:53:15.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Bummer.</title><content type='html'>Life is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish that there is a refresh button or a backspace button in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe it could make the World a better place. but I guess it can make World get stuck in a weird limbo every time someone presses refresh or backspace. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe how utterly devastated I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my window of opportunity. This will teach me to be less cautious and just take the leap when necessary. Boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you something you really want, just take it and don't hesitate. For regret and misery tend to bite you hard. Wait I take that back. It swallows you whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ain't no loving from me this time,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 2.43pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7220404544393485541?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7220404544393485541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7220404544393485541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7220404544393485541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7220404544393485541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/bummer.html' title='Bummer.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4072039560022843787</id><published>2011-05-16T08:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:23:10.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Tranquil is the word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSasoBVyMv8/TdBsbIZE51I/AAAAAAAAGrg/I-NyWrVuoUg/s1600/tranquility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSasoBVyMv8/TdBsbIZE51I/AAAAAAAAGrg/I-NyWrVuoUg/s400/tranquility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607100749441197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Syaza.&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant girl I met a few years back in a photography seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; If you like what you see, please vote for her picture here&lt;a href="http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/traveler-magazine/photo-contest/entries/38047/view/"&gt; http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/traveler-magazine/photo-contest/entries/38047/view/&lt;/a&gt;  It's not any tom dick and harry competition. We are talking about THE national geographic competition. Help her make Malaysia proud. SUPPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is click on the link and just click "like" right under the picture. Easy peasy. No need to like any profile or join any membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this because she asked me so nicely instead of pestering me non-stop. I hate it when people pester me to vote for them or help them spread the word. I'll do it willingly if I want to and that if I think you are any good. My actions are what I believe in. In her picture, I see something I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Wasted my Sunday away not studying. great. just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.17am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4072039560022843787?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4072039560022843787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4072039560022843787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4072039560022843787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4072039560022843787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/tranquil-is-word.html' title='Tranquil is the word.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSasoBVyMv8/TdBsbIZE51I/AAAAAAAAGrg/I-NyWrVuoUg/s72-c/tranquility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5895858074231106628</id><published>2011-05-14T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:23:06.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless gibberings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Touch,.</title><content type='html'>Currently studying about Domestic violence in Family Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning to guys out there, if you dare lay your hands on me in a menacing manner, trust in me, I'll cut your manhood away (probably not cause I don't want to give you the satisfaction of me touching it). Either that, I'll make you regret you've ever met me. You hear me. When I say you guys, I am saying it to those guys involved with my friends too. I'll make you my personal aim to give hell to. Trust in me when I say that. So... touch me, you'll die either way. Emotionally so dead you wish you are really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay a hand on the people I care most, you ... you know what is in store for you. I did not read law for 3 years for nothing. I am not pursuing my Bar for nothing. Trust in me when I say that I will use whatever I have and to my best of knowledge, to make your life a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to regret know me. I am nice, don't get me wrong, just don't get into my wrong book. I've learned that I've got my own back and I am not afraid to fight for whatever I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: too angered while reading. Studying makes me emotional indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 4.58om..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5895858074231106628?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5895858074231106628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5895858074231106628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5895858074231106628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5895858074231106628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/touch.html' title='Touch,.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7972688399575587261</id><published>2011-05-04T07:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:59:18.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Aberystwyth, Wales.</title><content type='html'>The place I've slowly fallen in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCN-zeSVFc/TcCYgBepNfI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/ujMkRZ6x0NI/s1600/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCN-zeSVFc/TcCYgBepNfI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/ujMkRZ6x0NI/s400/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602645612369098226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend calls this place the end of the World. It's one of the farthest end of UK. The west coast of Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where I am now. Population less than 20,000. There are more sheep than humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9JldZbzvqDA/TcCimnM7TiI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/uNyRQN-IV1A/s1600/DSC02113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9JldZbzvqDA/TcCimnM7TiI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/uNyRQN-IV1A/s400/DSC02113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602656720690826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUy-eayvTXo/TcCZj5dAWYI/AAAAAAAAGqI/oDZnyqD91B8/s1600/DSC08250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xUy-eayvTXo/TcCZj5dAWYI/AAAAAAAAGqI/oDZnyqD91B8/s400/DSC08250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602646778445846914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uv3FHDUDhQ/TcCZjlplc9I/AAAAAAAAGqA/IQT8dYnDT9U/s1600/DSC08261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one main street where we can do the so called social activity "shopping". The amount of shops that sells clothes is about 10? (I can actually only think of like 5-6 shops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivH3SxWZ5p0/TcCZkDKh58I/AAAAAAAAGqQ/Sb4Uvarhgrc/s1600/DSC08276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivH3SxWZ5p0/TcCZkDKh58I/AAAAAAAAGqQ/Sb4Uvarhgrc/s400/DSC08276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602646781052708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing fancy here. Nothing we can really do. The coolest hang out place is the pier with a few pool and snooker table. The most happening club is the only club here, Why Not?. Wait nooo.. there is another club, Pier Pressure. It is a student town. So I guess its not weird that there are two clubs here despite the lack of everything else. What it lacks in, made up with the character of the town, and the people who live here. Everyone is absolutely nice. Town is so safe you can walk around alone in the middle of the night and not feel as though you are going to die any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uyPvSsZEDY/TcChqHPd7mI/AAAAAAAAGrA/v0e4nb-6qJM/s1600/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uyPvSsZEDY/TcChqHPd7mI/AAAAAAAAGrA/v0e4nb-6qJM/s400/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602655681319399010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGeSJUOUmWg/TcChQH69syI/AAAAAAAAGq4/LD8F1mNDCaE/s1600/DSC06453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGeSJUOUmWg/TcChQH69syI/AAAAAAAAGq4/LD8F1mNDCaE/s400/DSC06453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602655234825237282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I look at the pictures of my friends in other parts of UK partying, I wonder why I chose this quiet town to finish my degree. I may not have such memories, having fun in town, but we make the best we could with what we have here. I've made such good friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkfosyCsDLA/TcCYglMTDDI/AAAAAAAAGpg/ujGxANEXcF4/s1600/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkfosyCsDLA/TcCYglMTDDI/AAAAAAAAGpg/ujGxANEXcF4/s400/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602645621955824690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2z3p6FxM8k/TcCYg6Dgr7I/AAAAAAAAGpo/HyfTWgCM1II/s1600/DSC08868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2z3p6FxM8k/TcCYg6Dgr7I/AAAAAAAAGpo/HyfTWgCM1II/s400/DSC08868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602645627556114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't do much, but hang out and talk. We talk a lot. We play a lot. This quaint little town has offered me the best experience I could ever asked for in my life. When I first arrived here, the first month was difficult. I was unhappy with the way the University ran. I was bitter. Complaining about their slogan "best student lifestyle". Little did I know, I was living that day by day only I was blinded by everything else. My hatred. My jealousy towards the fun my friends were having wherever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf_YeXjD9y8/TcCYgQVXmkI/AAAAAAAAGpY/Wrlid_QXyfI/s1600/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf_YeXjD9y8/TcCYgQVXmkI/AAAAAAAAGpY/Wrlid_QXyfI/s400/DSC01366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602645616356727362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWKuwfY_x-k/TcCdJgn7gXI/AAAAAAAAGqw/IZcXepzk_qE/s1600/20101016-IMG%2B%252834%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWKuwfY_x-k/TcCdJgn7gXI/AAAAAAAAGqw/IZcXepzk_qE/s400/20101016-IMG%2B%252834%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602650723150692722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK4ba7ZnIhc/TcCdJUxwddI/AAAAAAAAGqo/m9RI0lWHG6s/s1600/20101016-IMG%2B%252850%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVHzkPX6Qz0/TcCZEedr0iI/AAAAAAAAGp4/6Cxh_VjWRYM/s1600/DSC01530.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsK9D4qpg0A/TcCYhe6j2sI/AAAAAAAAGpw/XDZZkmRQLRw/s1600/DSC01562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsK9D4qpg0A/TcCYhe6j2sI/AAAAAAAAGpw/XDZZkmRQLRw/s400/DSC01562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602645637450685122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this place only emerges about Spring. Where the skies are always blue. The sea is dark blue. Strong winds now and then. Pretty flowers blossoming everywhere. There is so many things I can say about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only so many words can truly describe this place. I have to say being here has been an awesome experience. I can't thank my friends enough for being my friends. For being who they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK4ba7ZnIhc/TcCdJUxwddI/AAAAAAAAGqo/m9RI0lWHG6s/s1600/20101016-IMG%2B%252850%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK4ba7ZnIhc/TcCdJUxwddI/AAAAAAAAGqo/m9RI0lWHG6s/s400/20101016-IMG%2B%252850%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602650719970686418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L35yJ6-7NiA/TcCimy4PJBI/AAAAAAAAGrY/emhalptW-SE/s1600/DSC01872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L35yJ6-7NiA/TcCimy4PJBI/AAAAAAAAGrY/emhalptW-SE/s400/DSC01872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602656723825271826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UiiqzVh33RE/TcCimVCw_PI/AAAAAAAAGrI/Po1fF9vkvrg/s1600/DSC01989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UiiqzVh33RE/TcCimVCw_PI/AAAAAAAAGrI/Po1fF9vkvrg/s400/DSC01989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602656715816369394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that the best part of Aberystwyth is not only the sand, sea and sky. But the feeling you get when you are here. I feel in touch with myself. I can spend hours at the beach alone. I've learned that being alone is not sad. Silence is not solitariness. I've learned to come to terms with being alone and enjoying the silence I get. It's not about the vulnerability but the comfort. I'm comfortable with myself enough to want to spend time with myself and no one else. I've come to embrace things that I would not have embraced if I never came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DS6KCQZK-k/TcCZkNSQ4eI/AAAAAAAAGqY/nSq990fkczM/s1600/DSC08394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DS6KCQZK-k/TcCZkNSQ4eI/AAAAAAAAGqY/nSq990fkczM/s400/DSC08394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602646783769502178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that, I'd pick you again, Aber, if I was given the chance to pick where I want to complete my 3rd year law degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd come back for you again, that's my promise to you. You may not have the Trevi Fountain as Rome does, but my promise towards you, revisiting you in years to come, is as good and as sure as my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uv3FHDUDhQ/TcCZjlplc9I/AAAAAAAAGqA/IQT8dYnDT9U/s1600/DSC08261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uv3FHDUDhQ/TcCZjlplc9I/AAAAAAAAGqA/IQT8dYnDT9U/s400/DSC08261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602646773129901010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For you, a thousand times over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suitcases of memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Told ya I get emotional when I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.25am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7972688399575587261?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7972688399575587261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7972688399575587261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7972688399575587261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7972688399575587261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/05/aberystwyth-university.html' title='Aberystwyth, Wales.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCN-zeSVFc/TcCYgBepNfI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/ujMkRZ6x0NI/s72-c/DSC01324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7475562588620711930</id><published>2011-04-28T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:07:08.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Who will love me for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrs8HlnVcPY/Tblz7G8cbQI/AAAAAAAAGpI/5qgOVPmVQrc/s1600/DSC02438.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jby3SxTQF3Y/TblzfJTWW9I/AAAAAAAAGpA/bobtVKddXaQ/s1600/DSC02481.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PgGUKWiw7Wk" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JJ Heller - What love really means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cries in the corner where nobody sees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the kid with the story no one would believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prays every night “Dear God won’t you please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you send someone here who will love me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for what I have done or what I will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody has shown me what love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What love really means, what love really means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her office is shrinking a little each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the woman whose husband has run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll go to the gym after working today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if she was thinner then he would’ve stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll love me for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for what I have done or what I will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody has shown me what love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What love really means what love really means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s waiting to die as he sits all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s a man in a cell who regrets what he’s done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He utters a cry from the depths of his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Lord, forgive me. I want to go home”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/JJ%20Heller.html" title="JJ Heller lyrics"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 5px;"&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he heard a voice somewhere deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said “I know you’ve murdered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you’ve lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've watched you suffer all of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you’re listening I’ll, I'll tell you that I...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for what you have done or what you will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you the love, the love that you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for what you have done or what you will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you the love, the love that you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrs8HlnVcPY/Tblz7G8cbQI/AAAAAAAAGpI/5qgOVPmVQrc/s1600/DSC02438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrs8HlnVcPY/Tblz7G8cbQI/AAAAAAAAGpI/5qgOVPmVQrc/s400/DSC02438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600635070925532418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 3.10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7475562588620711930?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7475562588620711930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7475562588620711930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7475562588620711930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7475562588620711930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-will-love-me-for-me.html' title='Who will love me for me?'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PgGUKWiw7Wk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5348224391223324912</id><published>2011-04-25T03:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:51:02.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYm3Xu2jwTI/TbR-JKpzmRI/AAAAAAAAGo4/eDp6kKTBv2Y/s1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQh50kvBp_0/TbR9zgZpYjI/AAAAAAAAGow/GJKt5Qk0YMI/s1600/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQh50kvBp_0/TbR9zgZpYjI/AAAAAAAAGow/GJKt5Qk0YMI/s400/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599238560552673842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wish I get to make, I make the same wish all the time. Every time I pray, I pray for the same thing. Happiness. I don't wish for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness presents itself to me in many forms. But I find myself turning away from those happiness. Why do I do that? I don't think that happiness is not good enough. I think I need better "happiness". But then again, isn't happiness just happiness? I asked for something simple. Why can't I accept it as simple as it is? But instead, I mock what God gave me by turning away. By commenting that it's not good enough. Imposing standards that I did not impose when making that wish. How could I reasonably justify myself for, in the first place, I did not specifically asked for the things I'm asking for after it has been given to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I am being unfair. Unfair to God. Unfair to myself. Why can't I be happy with the happiness given to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to embrace what is given to me. I can be happy with tiny flowers on the ground grown out as weed but as beautiful as a rose. Why can't I be happy with what is given and look on the positive/bright side? In the end, isn't happiness what you make of the situation given to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should. I can and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYm3Xu2jwTI/TbR-JKpzmRI/AAAAAAAAGo4/eDp6kKTBv2Y/s1600/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYm3Xu2jwTI/TbR-JKpzmRI/AAAAAAAAGo4/eDp6kKTBv2Y/s400/cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599238932671994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Finals are around the corner. And the fire in me isn't burning yet. Help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.47pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5348224391223324912?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5348224391223324912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5348224391223324912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5348224391223324912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5348224391223324912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQh50kvBp_0/TbR9zgZpYjI/AAAAAAAAGow/GJKt5Qk0YMI/s72-c/DSC01321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5124098637477933012</id><published>2011-04-22T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:01:30.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>nyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exclusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell anyone what it is about, I have no choice to blog about my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teee heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PP_apsbNev8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5124098637477933012?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5124098637477933012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5124098637477933012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5124098637477933012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5124098637477933012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PP_apsbNev8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-98822403752138671</id><published>2011-04-12T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:17:17.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_uv5KsiNN0/TaOLPZW2VOI/AAAAAAAAGoo/qauzbkb7hsw/s1600/oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a vegan. I may love my meat but seriously, recently I have been doubting my love for meat. I have cravings grilled aubergine, avocado and spinach nowadays. Ahhh.. gone were the days all I crave for is fatty pork dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I turning vegan, I'm slowly turning into an organic health freak. My favourite shop here in town is Harrolds &amp;amp; Barrette. A newly opened Organic Health food shop. It's the bestest place ever. I'd kill time in it going through all the stuff they have. Today I bought a chocolate oat drink and some dried ORGANIC cranberries. Cost me about 4 pounds. 1st thought, hey! it's cheap. After converting, Hello! I just paid RM20 for a drink and some dried fruits. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a friend to a little cafe that I love so much here. He looked at the menu, he said "the food here are so healthy I feel sick looking at it." When the food came, he saw the amount of salad that was on his plate, he said "I've never had so much salad!" It was pretty funny to hear it at 1st, after awhile it hit me. Am I really that health conscious now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.. thanks for listening '"diary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_uv5KsiNN0/TaOLPZW2VOI/AAAAAAAAGoo/qauzbkb7hsw/s1600/oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_uv5KsiNN0/TaOLPZW2VOI/AAAAAAAAGoo/qauzbkb7hsw/s400/oats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594468258745308386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture taken from thekitchn.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning breakfast routine: Cherry tomatoes and oats topped with mix fruits and nuts. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.09am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-98822403752138671?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/98822403752138671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=98822403752138671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/98822403752138671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/98822403752138671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1.html' title='Day #1'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_uv5KsiNN0/TaOLPZW2VOI/AAAAAAAAGoo/qauzbkb7hsw/s72-c/oats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-310629646117049301</id><published>2011-04-08T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:55:12.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Turn the lights low...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw3d6-WVJyI/TZ5cEbEJ-TI/AAAAAAAAGog/rIeJO6PpFCk/s1600/DSC06770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw3d6-WVJyI/TZ5cEbEJ-TI/AAAAAAAAGog/rIeJO6PpFCk/s400/DSC06770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593009018295154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing pleases me more than sunshine, flowers, blue sky and great company; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lesson learned: Do not have scandalicious moment with a guy in a club that you bump into often. It gets awkward. I would know, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: finally a friend who enjoys photography as much as me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.55am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-310629646117049301?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/310629646117049301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4149500643768545532</id><published>2011-04-03T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T10:45:35.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>To many more first-s!</title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to experience clubbing in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;Got butt molested by 2 Caucasian and 1 good looking Asian.&lt;br /&gt;Got boob molested by a Caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;Grinded with a Caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly speaking, despite fear, I felt quite turned on. =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a night I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;Till Amnesia rips it away!&lt;br /&gt;*Cheers!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 3.40am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4149500643768545532?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4149500643768545532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5960455817443502450</id><published>2011-04-02T02:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T03:07:27.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts that haunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>How much it hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al8R2mH_ofI/TZYh2PoATDI/AAAAAAAAGoY/DeGYVMz3ToI/s1600/DSC06207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al8R2mH_ofI/TZYh2PoATDI/AAAAAAAAGoY/DeGYVMz3ToI/s400/DSC06207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590693203218025522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the words in the World means nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I can't tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kills me inside&lt;br /&gt;keeping it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.08pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5960455817443502450?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5960455817443502450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5960455817443502450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5960455817443502450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5960455817443502450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-much-it-hurts.html' title='How much it hurts...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-al8R2mH_ofI/TZYh2PoATDI/AAAAAAAAGoY/DeGYVMz3ToI/s72-c/DSC06207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6696879181968823445</id><published>2011-03-31T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:27:41.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uSnBoOUoo/TZRWrXXFy3I/AAAAAAAAGoQ/1WIemgtb9Cc/s1600/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uSnBoOUoo/TZRWrXXFy3I/AAAAAAAAGoQ/1WIemgtb9Cc/s400/DSC04477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590188340478856050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&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/6759734095132443321-6696879181968823445?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6696879181968823445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6696879181968823445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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In my previous post, I said that I should never travel by myself anymore. I wish to take that back. Despite all the hitches, traveling alone made me come to a few epiphanies and somehow I could see the road ahead of me clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1siWcJfm3o/TZEojhD0EUI/AAAAAAAAGoI/yVvDoxZsuBc/s1600/DSC01236-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1siWcJfm3o/TZEojhD0EUI/AAAAAAAAGoI/yVvDoxZsuBc/s400/DSC01236-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589293203178393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Things become clearer when I look into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that popped in my head:&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to change things?&lt;br /&gt;Will it never be possible again?&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't turn things around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epiphanies:&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to go back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely underestimated myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst feeling to have is definitely having so much to tell a person, but you know you shouldn't because its the right thing to do. *sighs* I guess I can only comfort myself in "if it is meant to be then it is meant to be".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.37am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5215891306313099162?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5215891306313099162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5215891306313099162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5215891306313099162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5215891306313099162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/unuttered-words.html' title='Unuttered words.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1siWcJfm3o/TZEojhD0EUI/AAAAAAAAGoI/yVvDoxZsuBc/s72-c/DSC01236-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4813481555320948441</id><published>2011-03-25T05:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T06:19:24.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Amsterdam 2011</title><content type='html'>Arrived in Amsterdam at 8.30am. I seemed to have passed out on the plane as soon as I got on the plane because when I woke up the plane was already landing and I am already in Amsterdam. I guess not sleeping and being out for 24 hours without showering and much sleep took a toll on me. Met up with my bro but was too tired to feel overly excited to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached our B&amp;amp;B. Took a shower and soon I was knocked out on the bed. Woke up at 1pm and soon we were on the way out to explore the city by foot. (my feet are throbbing as I am typing this. T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Snapshots of Amsterdam 2011 Day #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPEDEPluD14/TYu9Zicrm1I/AAAAAAAAGnw/yy1ASswi6Ro/s1600/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587768009124715346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPEDEPluD14/TYu9Zicrm1I/AAAAAAAAGnw/yy1ASswi6Ro/s400/DSC00462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed to be greeted with such good weather. Sunny yet not to hot and awesome blue sky. People here are really friendly. Like seriously.. Everyone is saying hello. Maybe they don't see much Asians around. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5QtWtB6WBw/TYu9aPIinjI/AAAAAAAAGn4/KHfTLaUrY9A/s1600/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587768021119835698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5QtWtB6WBw/TYu9aPIinjI/AAAAAAAAGn4/KHfTLaUrY9A/s400/DSC00472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was generous with it's warmth and the people were eager to bask in its glory. It's so nice to just plonk yourself down just about anywhere and just talk. Maybe sip some wine while doing it. My bro and I even fancied ourself a bottle of rose wine (still in the fridge. too tired to drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsOGR6u7C0Q/TYu9ahB-xSI/AAAAAAAAGoA/srJXEH_81O4/s1600/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587768025924158754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsOGR6u7C0Q/TYu9ahB-xSI/AAAAAAAAGoA/srJXEH_81O4/s400/DSC00479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most prized picture of the day. I can't even begin telling you guys how much I love this picture. I captured a moment here. 2 girlfriends sharing a laughter while cycling. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dit is leven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine from Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 11.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4813481555320948441?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4813481555320948441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4813481555320948441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4813481555320948441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4813481555320948441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/amsterdam-2011.html' title='Amsterdam 2011'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPEDEPluD14/TYu9Zicrm1I/AAAAAAAAGnw/yy1ASswi6Ro/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2311142196853009395</id><published>2011-03-24T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:41:37.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>note to myself.</title><content type='html'>currently in gatwick airport london waiting for my flight to amsterdam. i have been travelling for 19 hours now. trying to stay awake until then. all i have to say to myself, if you ever do this again, at least don't do it alone. do it with a friend. if you are doing it alone, dont be so selfish with yourself!!! arghhhh! bus, tube, walk, tube, bus, and soon plane. physically and mentally tired even before my holiday starts. real great i tell ya. but soon i will be in amsterdam!! windmils and tulips. oh today i literally gave birth without me knowing. imagine yourself on a bus. you get off the bus, you take the tube and notice people staring at you weirdly. after a long walk in public only i noticed i was soaking my blood. my own blood. my jeans bloodied. fml. kthxbai. until i come back! -peace out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2311142196853009395?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2311142196853009395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2311142196853009395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2311142196853009395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2311142196853009395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/note-to-myself.html' title='note to myself.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5322661891083666399</id><published>2011-03-17T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:55:36.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Cause baby you're all that I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s6TtwR2Dbjg" width="400" frameborder="0" height="340"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years&lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothin' can take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;We bin down that road before&lt;br /&gt;But that's over now&lt;br /&gt;You keep me comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you're feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's lots that I could say&lt;br /&gt;But just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N' baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bin waitin' for so long&lt;br /&gt;For something to arrive&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are comin' true&lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Ya - I'll be standin' there by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3TVyNm05Law" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight, this is my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 9.49pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5322661891083666399?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5322661891083666399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5322661891083666399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5322661891083666399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5322661891083666399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-baby-youre-all-that-i-want.html' title='Cause baby you&apos;re all that I want'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s6TtwR2Dbjg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7184051991740045154</id><published>2011-03-08T05:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:21:49.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Heaven..</title><content type='html'>I am perfectly aware that I don't blog much these days.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though I'm occupied with things and many thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts that I think are not suitable to be penned down.&lt;br /&gt;For I think its better to not know sometimes than to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mxYYpGD_l8/TXVLw4GnkHI/AAAAAAAAGnI/11oFcPzAQfs/s1600/DSC06540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mxYYpGD_l8/TXVLw4GnkHI/AAAAAAAAGnI/11oFcPzAQfs/s400/DSC06540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581450616261546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting reading I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A man, his horse and his dog were traveling down a road. When they  were passing by a gigantic tree, a bolt of lightning struck and they all  fell dead on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;But the man did not realize that he had already left this world, so he  went on walking with his two animals; sometimes the dead take time to  understand their new condition…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The journey was very long, uphill, the sun was strong and they were  covered in sweat and very thirsty. They were desperately in need of  water. At a bend in the road they spotted a magnificent gateway, all in  marble, which led to a square paved with blocks of gold and with a  fountain in the center that spouted forth crystalline water.&lt;br /&gt;The traveler went up to the man guarding the gate.&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning. What is this beautiful place?”&lt;br /&gt;“This is heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;“How good to have reached heaven, we’re ever so thirsty.”&lt;br /&gt;“You can come in and drink all you want.”&lt;br /&gt;“My horse and my dog are thirsty too.”&lt;br /&gt;“So sorry, but animals aren’t allowed in here.”&lt;br /&gt;The man was very disappointed because his thirst was great, but he could  not drink alone; he thanked the man and went on his way. After  traveling a lot, they arrived exhausted at a farm whose entrance was  marked with an old doorway that opened onto a tree-lined dirt road.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A man was lying down in the shadow of one of the trees, his head covered with a hat, perhaps asleep.&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning,” said the traveler. “We are very thirsty – me, my horse and my dog.”&lt;br /&gt;“There is a spring over in those stones,” said the man, pointing to the spot. “Drink as much as you like.”&lt;br /&gt;The man, the horse and the dog went to the spring and quenched their thirst. Then the traveler went back to thank the man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;“By the way, what’s this place called?”&lt;br /&gt;“Heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;“Heaven? But the guard at the marble gate back there said that was heaven!”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s not heaven, that’s hell.”&lt;br /&gt;The traveler was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got to stop this! All this false information must cause enormous confusion!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The man smiled:&lt;br /&gt;“Not at all. As a matter of fact they do us a great favor. Because over  there stay all those who are even capable of abandoning their best  friends…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the book; The Devil and Miss Prym.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extract taken from Paul0 Coelho's Blog. *&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/03/06/30-sec-reading-heaven-and-hell-eng-port-espa-fran/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I say that your ear has not heard&lt;br /&gt;What could I write that your heart has not felt…&lt;br /&gt;For what ever it means it matters&lt;br /&gt;For all of it is true….&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone of them&lt;br /&gt;And all of them are you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-taken from Paula's comment on that same post-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I can't say more to protect our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 9.17pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7184051991740045154?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7184051991740045154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7184051991740045154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7184051991740045154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7184051991740045154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven.html' title='Heaven..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--mxYYpGD_l8/TXVLw4GnkHI/AAAAAAAAGnI/11oFcPzAQfs/s72-c/DSC06540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5763407259773463590</id><published>2011-02-27T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:20:20.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>I have a friend in you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95M9qTbDah8/TWnQ22hPAGI/AAAAAAAAGnA/rFpFydIXxuY/s1600/DSC07322.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear things about me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But none compared to what he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I prepared myself for all the horrible things I might have to hear.&lt;br /&gt;How I'm sloppy or dirty..&lt;br /&gt;Or how I'm self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with me asking him,&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Another friend asked why would you ask such a question?&lt;br /&gt;I said "When I decided to ask him that question, I'm prepared to hear whatever he has to say about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told me after this other friend left.&lt;br /&gt;He said the bad thing about me is that..&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be alone. I can't live alone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself that's my bad trait??&lt;br /&gt;Different and surprising indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But it is not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not what that caught me so much until I had to blog about it..&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, he thanked my friend Joyce for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;He thanked her a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce was bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was just being his usual cheeky self.&lt;br /&gt;Messing with people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he told me tonight...&lt;br /&gt;He thanked her..&lt;br /&gt;For keeping me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he meant it in a bad way but in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so.. gobsmacked about it.&lt;br /&gt;I think some part of him knew I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with it when I have to eat alone.&lt;br /&gt;That is the one thing I can't tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to do things alone.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;For truly being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95M9qTbDah8/TWnQ22hPAGI/AAAAAAAAGnA/rFpFydIXxuY/s1600/DSC07322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95M9qTbDah8/TWnQ22hPAGI/AAAAAAAAGnA/rFpFydIXxuY/s400/DSC07322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578219254241493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 4.14am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5763407259773463590?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5763407259773463590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5763407259773463590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5763407259773463590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5763407259773463590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-friend-in-you.html' title='I have a friend in you...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95M9qTbDah8/TWnQ22hPAGI/AAAAAAAAGnA/rFpFydIXxuY/s72-c/DSC07322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7017185108843963192</id><published>2011-02-26T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:03:26.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Staying strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8oKyV4W8MA/TWkHiDHd3HI/AAAAAAAAGm4/Z631l08TSRw/s1600/DSC09486_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8oKyV4W8MA/TWkHiDHd3HI/AAAAAAAAGm4/Z631l08TSRw/s400/DSC09486_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577997895008640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nowKjCiolBg/TWkGyfLQ4pI/AAAAAAAAGmo/gD7k2mgKFFE/s1600/DSC09535_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't make it harder than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say this.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;Not to do what I am not supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the promise I made to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Know that its not easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6759734095132443321-7017185108843963192?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7017185108843963192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7017185108843963192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7017185108843963192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7017185108843963192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/staying-strong.html' title='Staying strong.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8oKyV4W8MA/TWkHiDHd3HI/AAAAAAAAGm4/Z631l08TSRw/s72-c/DSC09486_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6226596682885303373</id><published>2011-02-23T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:37:56.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briefness'/><title type='text'>Sky's the limit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prY7tliwp0o/TWRkO7LBY7I/AAAAAAAAGmg/ZKTXjCc23pI/s1600/DSC00337-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid deposit for my LPC course.&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;LPC and Masters.&lt;br /&gt;You're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prY7tliwp0o/TWRkO7LBY7I/AAAAAAAAGmg/ZKTXjCc23pI/s1600/DSC00337-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prY7tliwp0o/TWRkO7LBY7I/AAAAAAAAGmg/ZKTXjCc23pI/s400/DSC00337-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576692446156383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Masters, I'm going to take it to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Private Pilot License!&lt;br /&gt;You're mine next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no stopping me!&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.37am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6226596682885303373?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6226596682885303373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6226596682885303373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6226596682885303373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6226596682885303373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/skys-limit.html' title='Sky&apos;s the limit..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-prY7tliwp0o/TWRkO7LBY7I/AAAAAAAAGmg/ZKTXjCc23pI/s72-c/DSC00337-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3691695733974306446</id><published>2011-02-19T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:53:39.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>I wish you Enough...</title><content type='html'>I wish me enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is plucked from Paulo Coelho's blog *&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/02/14/i-wish-you-enough/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*. I found it soooo meaningful, I need to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d-YXdI6dOII" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*play this while reading it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the  window where I was seated. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but I  could not refrain from asking:&lt;br /&gt;‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He began to smile. ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to  have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HwBKVJHAwY/TV6xpzt1PoI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/aP4Xqi0gJIE/s1600/DSC09297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HwBKVJHAwY/TV6xpzt1PoI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/aP4Xqi0gJIE/s400/DSC09297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575088720546446978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good- bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I saw the last word "goodbye" I kind of teared. This is really beautiful but listening the song Never Alone by Lady Antebellum just totally.. magnifies the whole feel of it. I'm blessed to have supportive parents, (Dad financially. Mum Morally and Spiritually) and my brother who listens to me rant and would in the end still call me retarded. I guess they are the few certainties in life that I will always have. Friends who stood by me through it all. Through the storms in my life and have been my sunshine. Without you to grow with, what would I be? Friends that I have made along the way on the journey here. Those whose friendship with me did not wane though it was tested.  I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In my life, there are always things I wanted non-stop but deep down I know I'm blessed. To those I've lost touch with. Thank you for blessing my life with your presence, though short, it was still remarkable and memorable. To those, who I can see our friendship last, may I wish us all enough to stay the way we are till the end, or as long as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BCNvWoLK-A/TV6xqEKU0vI/AAAAAAAAGmY/pnzhDrEJhew/s1600/DSC09302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BCNvWoLK-A/TV6xqEKU0vI/AAAAAAAAGmY/pnzhDrEJhew/s400/DSC09302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575088724960924402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A solitary rose is beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On its own, mesmerizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A bouquet of beautiful roses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It becomes amazing; magnificent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been alone, though physically I was, but I know, I'm never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sounds like my eulogy to myself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Torn at crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 6.00pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3691695733974306446?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3691695733974306446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3691695733974306446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3691695733974306446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3691695733974306446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you Enough...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d-YXdI6dOII/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-564520354125439355</id><published>2011-02-18T06:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:11:16.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>A rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uES1jKfiTaY/TV2cGNEOUgI/AAAAAAAAGmI/ScS1jGaG40g/s1600/DSC00228-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uES1jKfiTaY/TV2cGNEOUgI/AAAAAAAAGmI/ScS1jGaG40g/s400/DSC00228-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574783544155066882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Like the rose bud, the heart is protected by layers until one day when  all the layers are worn out, what's left is the bare heart waiting to be  shattered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kristine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thoughts of you seems to be visiting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-564520354125439355?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/564520354125439355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=564520354125439355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/564520354125439355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/564520354125439355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/rose.html' title='A rose.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uES1jKfiTaY/TV2cGNEOUgI/AAAAAAAAGmI/ScS1jGaG40g/s72-c/DSC00228-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3330607718391250558</id><published>2011-02-15T03:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:58:18.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Time for women to chase their own men..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MBthYtUaw/TVmLvtIEwQI/AAAAAAAAGmA/wZ9fHwxu4io/s1600/DSC00202-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ATQFDk4p64/TVmKbCZzvCI/AAAAAAAAGl4/tvKUSHF0JfU/s1600/DSC00221-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/840NbiFF1zM" width="400" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kina Grannis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;" id="lyrics"&gt;Love, it's a special day&lt;br /&gt;We should celebrate and appreciate&lt;br /&gt;That you and me found something pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;And I know some say this day is arbitrary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I don't need those things&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything&lt;br /&gt;But you with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your company&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy, oh so happy and complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I...&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you, I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you be my honey bee?&lt;br /&gt;Giving me kisses all the time&lt;br /&gt;Be mine, be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So won't you be my honey bee?&lt;br /&gt;Giving sweet kisses all the time&lt;br /&gt;Be mine, be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, be my Valentine&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Would you be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And make me the happiest girl in the World?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hypothetical scenario)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MBthYtUaw/TVmLvtIEwQI/AAAAAAAAGmA/wZ9fHwxu4io/s1600/DSC00202-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MBthYtUaw/TVmLvtIEwQI/AAAAAAAAGmA/wZ9fHwxu4io/s400/DSC00202-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573639665531273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx5ByDTSJw8/TVmGwWtztjI/AAAAAAAAGlw/d7sfxa4P7RU/s1600/DSC00214-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the idea of it but I don't ask why. For me, I am not interested in knowing how it came about. I accept it as a day that people decide to show their love to another. I don't see why people should be so bitter and argue otherwise. If people want to show their love, then so be it. If you don't agree with it, haven't you heard of a good saying "If you have nothing good to say, then don't say it". I see it as a day where chances can be taken. Dreams of boys (or girls) can be realised (or shattered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx5ByDTSJw8/TVmGwWtztjI/AAAAAAAAGlw/d7sfxa4P7RU/s1600/DSC00214-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx5ByDTSJw8/TVmGwWtztjI/AAAAAAAAGlw/d7sfxa4P7RU/s400/DSC00214-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573634179137254962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments: It's too commercialized. It's a business orientated celebration. It's overrated. It is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, girls will be girls. You can reason with a girl how flowers are a waste of money. and even if they agree with you and say yes flowers are a waste of money. Give her A stalk of rose, I can tell you she'll be a happy girl nevertheless what she said earlier. Girls are hypocrites. Sad but true. Often we don't say the things we mean, complicated we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ATQFDk4p64/TVmKbCZzvCI/AAAAAAAAGl4/tvKUSHF0JfU/s1600/DSC00221-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ATQFDk4p64/TVmKbCZzvCI/AAAAAAAAGl4/tvKUSHF0JfU/s400/DSC00221-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573638210953919522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, or rather the female population, are in love with the idea of love. We are hopeless romantics. Sighs... we truly are but it does not make us weak. We can turn this around by being romantic ourselves. Why must we count on men to be the romantic ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other parts of the World, it's always men who has the responsibility  of doing something. It's the 21st century, so girls, if you have someone  you like and you want that person, go get him. Rejection is nothing  compared to not doing a thing about it. In Japan and South Korea,  females give men chocolates for Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my drink to you wonderful women who dared to make a move. Dare to be different. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: received my 1st ever Valentine's gift. Thank you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.19pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MBthYtUaw/TVmLvtIEwQI/AAAAAAAAGmA/wZ9fHwxu4io/s1600/DSC00202-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3330607718391250558?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3330607718391250558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3330607718391250558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3330607718391250558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3330607718391250558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/first.html' title='Time for women to chase their own men..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/840NbiFF1zM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4788739766633630266</id><published>2011-02-14T09:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:50:14.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>The festival of Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7KvEuwBhJI/TViD8NVXhbI/AAAAAAAAGlo/_250-7ev-yQ/s1600/27102_390302086606_631336606_4447935_3351305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqbfJOq0daY/TViDCbL1vSI/AAAAAAAAGlg/dq6Z8CQLfFU/s1600/27102_390301706606_631336606_4447864_4814990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqbfJOq0daY/TViDCbL1vSI/AAAAAAAAGlg/dq6Z8CQLfFU/s400/27102_390301706606_631336606_4447864_4814990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573348616551382306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you love birds out there be filled with more love.&lt;br /&gt;And less arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for singletons,&lt;br /&gt;To stay strong, for, OUR time will come.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a day to be SAD (Single Awareness Day)&lt;br /&gt;It's a day to be Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqbfJOq0daY/TViDCbL1vSI/AAAAAAAAGlg/dq6Z8CQLfFU/s1600/27102_390301706606_631336606_4447864_4814990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MIVu-egUMM0" width="400" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I love this song. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Though we ain't together, may our loves remain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedications to my friends in LDRs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, Pui Mun, Lyi, Joyce, Dix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all stay strong till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7KvEuwBhJI/TViD8NVXhbI/AAAAAAAAGlo/_250-7ev-yQ/s1600/27102_390302086606_631336606_4447935_3351305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7KvEuwBhJI/TViD8NVXhbI/AAAAAAAAGlo/_250-7ev-yQ/s400/27102_390302086606_631336606_4447935_3351305_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573349609265661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never let love be washed away by incoming tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just promise me you'll stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.17am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4788739766633630266?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4788739766633630266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4788739766633630266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4788739766633630266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4788739766633630266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/festival-of-love.html' title='The festival of Love..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqbfJOq0daY/TViDCbL1vSI/AAAAAAAAGlg/dq6Z8CQLfFU/s72-c/27102_390301706606_631336606_4447864_4814990_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4910354846004312101</id><published>2011-02-12T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:53:23.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Them boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5IdOayFFRQ/TVaCecjNS-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/SLjw7ktYk1Y/s1600/DSC05534.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them boys playing football, sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers sprouting sporadically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New buds on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5IdOayFFRQ/TVaCecjNS-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/SLjw7ktYk1Y/s1600/DSC05534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5IdOayFFRQ/TVaCecjNS-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/SLjw7ktYk1Y/s400/DSC05534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572785048489118690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insects coming out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda annoying while some are pleasant to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... life's getting better I'd say. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.49pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4910354846004312101?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4910354846004312101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4910354846004312101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4910354846004312101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4910354846004312101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/them-boys.html' title='Them boys.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5IdOayFFRQ/TVaCecjNS-I/AAAAAAAAGlY/SLjw7ktYk1Y/s72-c/DSC05534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-383253944055177488</id><published>2011-02-06T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:28:00.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Swept away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3oKHBELJI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/3f7F42tb-wQ/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lCau4AdI/AAAAAAAAGlI/G4Hivc3Hk_A/s1600/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lCau4AdI/AAAAAAAAGlI/G4Hivc3Hk_A/s400/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570360143825600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where wind has no mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lB0_3ycI/AAAAAAAAGlA/-aYG6-cn1Aw/s1600/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lB0_3ycI/AAAAAAAAGlA/-aYG6-cn1Aw/s400/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570360133696342466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Threatening waves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lBWDL-3I/AAAAAAAAGk4/OY0xjndhX7M/s1600/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lBWDL-3I/AAAAAAAAGk4/OY0xjndhX7M/s400/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570360125388749682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3oKHBELJI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/3f7F42tb-wQ/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3oKHBELJI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/3f7F42tb-wQ/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570363574507023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easily engulfed in it's terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swept away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Traveling at 57km/h..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy wind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause baby you're like firework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1203am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-383253944055177488?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/383253944055177488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=383253944055177488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/383253944055177488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/383253944055177488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/swept-away.html' title='Swept away'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TU3lCau4AdI/AAAAAAAAGlI/G4Hivc3Hk_A/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3941359923799195557</id><published>2011-02-04T05:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T05:24:00.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all in a day&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>When you are not in Malaysia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUsbOUTXFrI/AAAAAAAAGkw/TSFA6LP8CD0/s1600/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUsbOUTXFrI/AAAAAAAAGkw/TSFA6LP8CD0/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575296955782834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess my new look did not achieve the what I was going/hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look "high fashion".&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting "CUTE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well better than weird. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look like a Chinese with Bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing my Nationality I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I love my new compact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even need to edit my pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUsbN_2MzZI/AAAAAAAAGko/eqXxp8vhbJ4/s1600/DSC00147-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUsbN_2MzZI/AAAAAAAAGko/eqXxp8vhbJ4/s400/DSC00147-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569575291464764818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Chinese New Year by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bonfire and marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;Different indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Pau can wire over. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated the 1st day of CNY by attending a 9am class. Went home sleep. Woke up. Exercised. Went for 5pm class. Ate dinner. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd give just to be around my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 9.23pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3941359923799195557?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3941359923799195557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3941359923799195557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3941359923799195557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3941359923799195557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-are-not-in-malaysia.html' title='When you are not in Malaysia...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUsbOUTXFrI/AAAAAAAAGkw/TSFA6LP8CD0/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7485762715510383884</id><published>2011-02-02T04:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T04:29:27.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just bored....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Amour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqN7f1VAI/AAAAAAAAGkY/9pVOAnV7T8Y/s1600/DSC00079-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so occupied with exams and everything else after that, I've kinda stop participating in my Project 52 weekly themes. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... New year (Chinese new year) New Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting the new me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqN7f1VAI/AAAAAAAAGkY/9pVOAnV7T8Y/s1600/DSC00079-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqN7f1VAI/AAAAAAAAGkY/9pVOAnV7T8Y/s400/DSC00079-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568817726785672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've told a few people I will NEVER EVER have bangs ANYMORE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating my own words. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqOEAfG9I/AAAAAAAAGkg/28hP9EuX6v0/s1600/DSC00081-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqOEAfG9I/AAAAAAAAGkg/28hP9EuX6v0/s400/DSC00081-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568817729070111698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cause I think I look so cool here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off my new bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earmuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am celebrating it with a bonfire by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Winter. Yah I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool yet WTF at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Ahhh all the glorious food during CNY.. ommm nomm nommmss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.28pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7485762715510383884?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7485762715510383884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7485762715510383884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7485762715510383884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7485762715510383884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/02/amour.html' title='Amour...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUhqN7f1VAI/AAAAAAAAGkY/9pVOAnV7T8Y/s72-c/DSC00079-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6741874525502942639</id><published>2011-01-28T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T03:59:18.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Passion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUHLHvhLpYI/AAAAAAAAGkM/iil51XgjuZk/s1600/DSC08922-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUHLHvhLpYI/AAAAAAAAGkM/iil51XgjuZk/s400/DSC08922-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566953948281808258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion,&lt;br /&gt;Constructed my mission.&lt;br /&gt;Fueled my desire,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally burning my fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My homing missile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My North Star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me close though its far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;br /&gt;Is what I have&lt;br /&gt;It's what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vfPcXKhZ5J4" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="340"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection of songs - Camila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Project 365 put on hold due to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 7.51pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6741874525502942639?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6741874525502942639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6741874525502942639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6741874525502942639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6741874525502942639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/passion.html' title='Passion.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TUHLHvhLpYI/AAAAAAAAGkM/iil51XgjuZk/s72-c/DSC08922-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-9065482485193554623</id><published>2011-01-22T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:20:29.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of sighs...'/><title type='text'>Blind-sided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTo-c2NadeI/AAAAAAAAGkE/v3F3mL19p0s/s1600/DSC07340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTo-c2NadeI/AAAAAAAAGkE/v3F3mL19p0s/s400/DSC07340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564828954878703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I feel terribly alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 2.20am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-9065482485193554623?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9065482485193554623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=9065482485193554623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9065482485193554623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9065482485193554623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-sided.html' title='Blind-sided'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTo-c2NadeI/AAAAAAAAGkE/v3F3mL19p0s/s72-c/DSC07340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3523711389338960806</id><published>2011-01-22T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:09:05.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Golden Ratio</title><content type='html'>Theme is still macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going nuts over nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTnShWl9DBI/AAAAAAAAGjo/GDF6aTaIAo4/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTnShWl9DBI/AAAAAAAAGjo/GDF6aTaIAo4/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564710285035244562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's version of a 2 pounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TToAyyzqPII/AAAAAAAAGj0/a0IJNpl3Apg/s1600/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TToAyyzqPII/AAAAAAAAGj0/a0IJNpl3Apg/s400/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564761162201578626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to like this idea where I don't need to talk much but just post up pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, have you heard of the Golden Ratio? Where you section something into 2. and one part of that section is double the length of the other. You get the ratio of 1.618... a friend told me about this ratio. He said he wants a girl that has that ratio. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.. I am not a 1.618.. I am near to it.. still a 1.6 though. xD  You measure your body is 2 parts. Upper body = belly button up. Lower body = belly button down. The theory is that your legs are supposed to be twice the length of your body. So you take you total height and divide it with the length of your lower body measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example, I am 167cm.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are 100cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167/100: 1.67&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is how you get your ratio. And... in conclusion is.. I dunno what is the conclusion.  Maybe it makes you golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;All you gave me was love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.07pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3523711389338960806?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3523711389338960806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3523711389338960806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3523711389338960806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3523711389338960806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/golden-ratio.html' title='Golden Ratio'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTnShWl9DBI/AAAAAAAAGjo/GDF6aTaIAo4/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7260004179578440006</id><published>2011-01-19T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:54:05.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Hope is the Death of Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcUYXX-XI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/ecD59143TBY/s1600/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Macro Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcUYXX-XI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/ecD59143TBY/s1600/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcUYXX-XI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/ecD59143TBY/s400/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563876632358812018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macro shot of the reflection off my White Blackberry. You can see my toy tortoise on my stripey cup and all my other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: Macro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcy20USxI/AAAAAAAAGjY/qDtWaJWMG-U/s1600/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcy20USxI/AAAAAAAAGjY/qDtWaJWMG-U/s400/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563877155929344786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting. One subject down. Two more to go. Don't ask me how it went if you are my friend. Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading 2 at once cause I forgot to upload the 2nd pic on my blog. I uploaded it on FB on time though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I sometimes hate hope and expectations. In my life, I've never expected anything good from my exam results. This is the 1st paper I've done that I feel truly depressed about. I had hope and expectations with this paper and now it is down the drain. They lift you up, then they crush you like an insignificant bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is me swallowing my pride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I think I caught a flu bug. I don't feel too well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.53pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7260004179578440006?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7260004179578440006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7260004179578440006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7260004179578440006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7260004179578440006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/hope-is-death-of-me.html' title='Hope is the Death of Me..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTbcUYXX-XI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/ecD59143TBY/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-958007896254163678</id><published>2011-01-17T11:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:55:22.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Day #1 of 365</title><content type='html'>Instead of the random project 365 last year, which i did not partake, I am planning to partake in this weekly themed project 365. It consist of 53 weekly themes which I will have to follow. Though it might not be everyday of the week. But I'll try to keep it weekly at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will encourage me to shoot more definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click *&lt;a href="http://www.digital-photography-school.com/53-weekly-themes-for-your-2011-project-365"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the this week (17th-23rd of January), the theme is MACRO. and this is my macro shot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1 of Project 365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTO7wmWJINI/AAAAAAAAGjI/qeMTLkIcoLQ/s1600/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTO7wmWJINI/AAAAAAAAGjI/qeMTLkIcoLQ/s400/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562996408334229714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare 2 pound coin I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the business of collecting coins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot with my new Sony WX5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday present!!&lt;br /&gt;From my mum and bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camera takes very crisp pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I zoomed in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Not pixelated nor grainy.&lt;br /&gt;Crisp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd go back to December..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 3.47am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-958007896254163678?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/958007896254163678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=958007896254163678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/958007896254163678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/958007896254163678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-of-365.html' title='Day #1 of 365'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTO7wmWJINI/AAAAAAAAGjI/qeMTLkIcoLQ/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6796209315636726930</id><published>2011-01-16T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:15:44.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all in a day&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'>Let me ask you this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTJFHPCmN-I/AAAAAAAAGjA/vE4-p4JhGzM/s1600/kristine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making. Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living. Life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTJFHPCmN-I/AAAAAAAAGjA/vE4-p4JhGzM/s1600/kristine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTJFHPCmN-I/AAAAAAAAGjA/vE4-p4JhGzM/s400/kristine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562584480354809826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you think its easy to choose, everyone would go for the latter, but without money how to live life, one have to ask themselves. Sometimes it feels good to be earning your own money but sometimes you feel like you are missing out on life by working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like choosing good working prospects here in UK or going back to Malaysia where your friends and family are? In a heartbeat I'd choose my family and friends back home, but when I think more thoroughly, realism is a key to life. I sigh at realistic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decisions Decisions Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't regret my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't give up my life here for "love". I don't want to be those people who later in life questions how their life would be if only they carried on as though "love" did not happen for my faith in love isn't as high as it should be for a female. I have an abnormally low sense of faith, hope in love and everything else that makes romance. And yes, I am those type that might never have a romantic story to tell. *sighs*  Realism is the death of Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.16am..&lt;br /&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/6759734095132443321-6796209315636726930?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6796209315636726930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6796209315636726930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6796209315636726930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6796209315636726930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-me-ask-you-this.html' title='Let me ask you this..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTJFHPCmN-I/AAAAAAAAGjA/vE4-p4JhGzM/s72-c/kristine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-427967444589962866</id><published>2011-01-15T08:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:48:23.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of nothing particular..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of sighs...'/><title type='text'>You don't wear my chains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTDtY0d1LrI/AAAAAAAAGi4/Ltdhh2YThFY/s1600/meonwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTDtY0d1LrI/AAAAAAAAGi4/Ltdhh2YThFY/s400/meonwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562206550458969778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTDtBLo6iOI/AAAAAAAAGiw/eE7MLg1VdA4/s1600/DSC08853.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, silence is deafening.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, light fails to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, dedication cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, there is no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm an empty soul.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, is not a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Choosing love and happiness, does it make me courageous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.46am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-427967444589962866?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/427967444589962866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=427967444589962866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/427967444589962866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/427967444589962866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-wear-my-chains.html' title='You don&apos;t wear my chains...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TTDtY0d1LrI/AAAAAAAAGi4/Ltdhh2YThFY/s72-c/meonwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-330889465605056925</id><published>2011-01-11T12:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:57:26.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings...'/><title type='text'>Cause you find yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhk8ozckI/AAAAAAAAGio/eLT_UO5Bct8/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something to say but I got distracted by the side bar (MunMun)... Now.. I totally forgotten what I wanted to blog about. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For most of you who know me, you know I am not the dieting type. There was never a need to diet. I see food, I eat food. The guys here are calling me "dude" and "bro" because I eat like a man and also kinda act like a dude at times =X   I dunno to see it as a compliment or an insult. 2 days back I started a healthy eating diet plan which I have to say, is failing. It looks something like this. (pictures of food in this post does not correspond with what I am saying. I'm just hungreh now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: cereals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvg6AA8eHI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/SPhWDOXrAt8/s1600/DSC09031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvg6AA8eHI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/SPhWDOXrAt8/s400/DSC09031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560785451960006770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best starters I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: heavy lunch. Means eat anything I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhKy2B_kI/AAAAAAAAGiY/1qnIdhjB8yM/s1600/DSC09057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhKy2B_kI/AAAAAAAAGiY/1qnIdhjB8yM/s400/DSC09057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560785740482346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille with Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: lighter meal means I can have anything I want but less than what I usually eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhLMZpwbI/AAAAAAAAGig/wDKGCa-0VIw/s1600/DSC09060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhLMZpwbI/AAAAAAAAGig/wDKGCa-0VIw/s400/DSC09060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560785747342639538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so rich I could not finish it.&lt;br /&gt;Died in richness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Supper: Cereals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it failing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason numero uno.&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up it's already lunch time. I eat cereals for lunch. Then dinner, I swear to you I am eating for two people. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper: Chocolate cookies in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2:&lt;br /&gt;It's a very vague diet plan thus in my mind there is a constant debate whether its less than I usually eat. Is it healthier? =.="  I've been lawyered by my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for being healthier. Can I say I've tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I am just born into this World to eat. Grandma always said she enjoy feeding me when I was a baby because I drink my milk very fast. Champion!! And as a kid, my mum says I eat everything. Greedy child I was. Blessed I was to never have been those obese kids. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not young anymore, my metabolism rate isn't racing. Thus, in order not to be taunt fat by my brother (yes brothers are creatures of nasty honesty) I shall embark on a journey! A journey that will change my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will start this journey after my exams... I am too stressed not to eat... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhk8ozckI/AAAAAAAAGio/eLT_UO5Bct8/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvhk8ozckI/AAAAAAAAGio/eLT_UO5Bct8/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560786189787820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubbeh Bunneh Readeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ommm Nommm Nommm Nommm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day I stop being greedy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the day I find&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I've been meaning to blog about how blessed I am today and my birthday but well... you know.. something always comes up. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 4.51am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-330889465605056925?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/330889465605056925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=330889465605056925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/330889465605056925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/330889465605056925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/cause-you-find-yourself.html' title='Cause you find yourself...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSvg6AA8eHI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/SPhWDOXrAt8/s72-c/DSC09031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3490188620955311454</id><published>2011-01-09T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:34:09.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit banyak'/><title type='text'>Well Butter my Bum!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlIU8-SKwI/AAAAAAAAGiI/NbFmOkEXSVE/s1600/kimbum-20100613.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlHCTvaERI/AAAAAAAAGiA/_WMKAwvmLRs/s1600/kimbum093010ly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlHCTvaERI/AAAAAAAAGiA/_WMKAwvmLRs/s400/kimbum093010ly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560053319950012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Bum? Don't laugh at his name or I will keel you! *protective*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5.30am and I am high from all these Korean Awesomeness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUN MUN!!! I can't believe it after 2 years, I am still so hooked on them Koreans and you lived my Korean dream even though for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid my head on my pillow ready to sleep and The song goes... "I've got sunshineeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... On a cloudy day!!!" And next thing I know, I grabbed my laptop and started blogging. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much. But this Korean guy here is so good looking he should be put behind bars for being too gawddamn good looking!!!! And he is my age. Younger than me by months, but well, OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlIU8-SKwI/AAAAAAAAGiI/NbFmOkEXSVE/s1600/kimbum-20100613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlIU8-SKwI/AAAAAAAAGiI/NbFmOkEXSVE/s400/kimbum-20100613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560054739767536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*  I want some of these awesomeness please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, my friend told me here he thinks I am classy and elegant. I think I just threw that out the window. Sighs... Pardon me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl needs her fanatic moment. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skipping the usual signing out method cause too sleepy to care. YAY!* Bums**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3490188620955311454?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3490188620955311454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3490188620955311454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3490188620955311454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3490188620955311454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-butter-my-bum.html' title='Well Butter my Bum!!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSlHCTvaERI/AAAAAAAAGiA/_WMKAwvmLRs/s72-c/kimbum093010ly4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2845766989602349139</id><published>2011-01-03T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:30:29.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'>Staring at the Sun..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you get blinded by the sun yet you still want to continue staring. It's those inevitable things that happen in your life. Like how you know that you should not feed the ducks, but you still do. Like how you know you should not be studying last minute for your exams but you still do. Same goes with time, you know we should not waste time but we still do. So what time is priceless, we still waste it. Then we regret but we still do it. We never learn. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHLo0DEglI/AAAAAAAAGhw/n83GJ8wIiH4/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHKuGyxXnI/AAAAAAAAGho/jL3whfhm6lQ/s1600/new%2Byear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHKuGyxXnI/AAAAAAAAGho/jL3whfhm6lQ/s400/new%2Byear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557946308598259314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2011 - me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we say time moves slowly when we want it to move fast. When we want time to slow down, it moves too fast. And so.. I guess its true.. Time and tide wait for no man. And it's been a year since I last had my amazing birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHLo0DEglI/AAAAAAAAGhw/n83GJ8wIiH4/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHLo0DEglI/AAAAAAAAGhw/n83GJ8wIiH4/s400/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557947317178630738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm turning 22. I've lived in this World for 22 years. What have I done that is so significant? Nothing.. But I've grown to a better person (or I'd like to think so). This year, I've chosen to have a quiet affair and just reflect on my life. Seems like just yesterday I was still a kid and don't give a damn about the impact I would make on the World. Now, I think of every action I make. Can we turn back to the time where I just did whatever I please and not have a care in the World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's part of growing up. Feeling (being) responsible to everyone and everything. It gets tiring to care. And I am just at the start of my adulthood. Blehh... I'd like to add, DAMN! Time is moving too fast. Before I know it, I'll be married having kids run around me with wrinkles even the blind can see! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisk me away to Neverland. 2nd star on the right and straight on till sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHOHigFt2I/AAAAAAAAGh4/bIbB1v4Dqh8/s1600/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHOHigFt2I/AAAAAAAAGh4/bIbB1v4Dqh8/s400/birthday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557950044067706722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bring me back to yester-years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.30pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2845766989602349139?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2845766989602349139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2845766989602349139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2845766989602349139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2845766989602349139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2011/01/staring-at-sun.html' title='Staring at the Sun..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TSHKuGyxXnI/AAAAAAAAGho/jL3whfhm6lQ/s72-c/new%2Byear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8148067503207585771</id><published>2010-12-29T01:16:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:09:50.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summarization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>The End is near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqKLW1bQRI/AAAAAAAAGhg/LWXa_mevc6I/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is over in just a blink of an eye. If there were any important years to remember in my life, it would be this year. I've truly loved, truly cried, truly missed, truly hurt, truly cared. I did the best I can do in every situation I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 things that happened in 2010, my 21st year being on this Earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Had a huge 21st birthday bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopPthH25I/AAAAAAAAGfA/hbTryG0OZr0/s1600/kris%2Bbrithday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopPthH25I/AAAAAAAAGfA/hbTryG0OZr0/s400/kris%2Bbrithday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798440208227218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My Family and Aunt Helen's Family during my Big Bash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kinda feels like a wedding if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Went to Bali with my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopQIpGsDI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Hza2NbiYNmU/s1600/bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopQIpGsDI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Hza2NbiYNmU/s400/bali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798447489462322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Went to Edmund's 21st Birthday Bash, Met Felix who changed my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojsaieUdI/AAAAAAAAGeA/YbxLp03KnVw/s1600/DSC09996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojsaieUdI/AAAAAAAAGeA/YbxLp03KnVw/s400/DSC09996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792336260059602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; 1st time got made drunk by a guy just because he wants to know me (damn you Felix!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Got infected by shingles which left marks on my body. battle scars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRp-uAvwqyI/AAAAAAAAGgY/J43h9aK5TJE/s1600/shingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRp-uAvwqyI/AAAAAAAAGgY/J43h9aK5TJE/s400/shingles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555892419254332194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Went to Phuket with shingles, got seriously sick over there and was sick continuously for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopP9YJoyI/AAAAAAAAGfI/yxhi3Bl5o60/s1600/jason%2Band%2Bme%2Bphuket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopP9YJoyI/AAAAAAAAGfI/yxhi3Bl5o60/s400/jason%2Band%2Bme%2Bphuket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555798444465562402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Phuket's James Bond's Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Went to mamak at least 5 times a week a month prior to leaving Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Started baking. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRovEQ6f4MI/AAAAAAAAGf4/R9dt-DBDY7k/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555804840621236418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRovQC0jYSI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Gw0Y-DNnRac/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRovQC0jYSI/AAAAAAAAGgA/Gw0Y-DNnRac/s400/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555805042996633890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Had a surprise farewell where my dream party came true. Thanks to Melody and Felix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRoq9PmrDwI/AAAAAAAAGfY/KEbvFFAJsI8/s1600/polaroids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRoq9PmrDwI/AAAAAAAAGfY/KEbvFFAJsI8/s400/polaroids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555800321964052226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Surprise party with Polaroids and Helium balloons! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRp_cAZKFJI/AAAAAAAAGgo/ENNZBPDMRq8/s1600/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRp_cAZKFJI/AAAAAAAAGgo/ENNZBPDMRq8/s400/DSC04802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555893209433511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you my sayangs! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Said goodbye to my grandmother who almost cried for not being able to send me off. Little did I know it would be my last time seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Left for UK to continue my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqArdnxeGI/AAAAAAAAGgw/P0kH6bDlLnY/s1600/DSC04908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqArdnxeGI/AAAAAAAAGgw/P0kH6bDlLnY/s400/DSC04908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555894574489106530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Grandmother passed away 2 weeks after I came to UK due to gas tank explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRoq9Xhkv0I/AAAAAAAAGfg/VfnNKlMJpAw/s1600/popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRoq9Xhkv0I/AAAAAAAAGfg/VfnNKlMJpAw/s400/popo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555800324090150722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My 1st and last camwhore pic with her. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Started cooking very frequently, I have to say I may have talent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqCd3uWcAI/AAAAAAAAGhA/4Hh5CJ3K5mM/s1600/DSC08200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqCd3uWcAI/AAAAAAAAGhA/4Hh5CJ3K5mM/s400/DSC08200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555896540001103874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqCdcFg1oI/AAAAAAAAGg4/0SoTkmy53Ts/s1600/DSC08198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqCdcFg1oI/AAAAAAAAGg4/0SoTkmy53Ts/s400/DSC08198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555896532582061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2 Dishes I'm good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Broke up with Felix but we're still friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Experienced my 1st snow fall. Made snow angel, ate snowflakes, had countless of snowball fight and made a snowwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolV5PGAiI/AAAAAAAAGeg/qFIKMikd2P8/s1600/DSC08564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolV5PGAiI/AAAAAAAAGeg/qFIKMikd2P8/s400/DSC08564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555794148386538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolWd25PGI/AAAAAAAAGeo/fkUh7uFCy5s/s1600/DSC08566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolWd25PGI/AAAAAAAAGeo/fkUh7uFCy5s/s400/DSC08566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555794158217149538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolWgN4rVI/AAAAAAAAGew/yim5oaLgZBs/s1600/DSC08610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolWgN4rVI/AAAAAAAAGew/yim5oaLgZBs/s400/DSC08610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555794158850452818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Had frost bitten fingers and toes. T_T Hurts like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolXCPv9jI/AAAAAAAAGe4/SIIur4A-z4o/s1600/DSC08654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRolXCPv9jI/AAAAAAAAGe4/SIIur4A-z4o/s400/DSC08654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555794167985075762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;Started working as a waitress in a Thai restaurant. Boss and Lady boss really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Wore my tailor made suit and felt awesome in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojt7dMWuI/AAAAAAAAGeY/S0JxZ0Ivadg/s1600/DSC07538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojt7dMWuI/AAAAAAAAGeY/S0JxZ0Ivadg/s400/DSC07538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792362276149986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Should suit up more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Been to London 3 times, Manchester and Nottingham (Met up with Ujin there). Yet to travel out of UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojtjWW8EI/AAAAAAAAGeQ/kQridZg-ikk/s1600/DSC07855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojtjWW8EI/AAAAAAAAGeQ/kQridZg-ikk/s400/DSC07855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792355805032514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojtSpd0YI/AAAAAAAAGeI/ldBksNBMP1g/s1600/DSC06626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRojtSpd0YI/AAAAAAAAGeI/ldBksNBMP1g/s400/DSC06626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792351321772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cheng U-jin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Caucasions think I am Korean or Japanese thus making them talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Made friends with a Golden retriever (?) named Malicki and cheated/pranked squirrels in Hyde Park. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRpzooGFRII/AAAAAAAAGgQ/OnnUwMx9Zmc/s1600/DSC08951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRpzooGFRII/AAAAAAAAGgQ/OnnUwMx9Zmc/s400/DSC08951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555880232109819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRpzoDpxGFI/AAAAAAAAGgI/tqPSbtLtf7U/s1600/DSC08864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRpzoDpxGFI/AAAAAAAAGgI/tqPSbtLtf7U/s400/DSC08864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555880222327380050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Celebrated Christmas in London (got my lens cap stolen from me) and experienced the well-famed Boxing day shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqD9R5TvdI/AAAAAAAAGhI/xk_Bz5bRznc/s1600/DSC09068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqD9R5TvdI/AAAAAAAAGhI/xk_Bz5bRznc/s400/DSC09068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555898179113958866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cycled around London on Christmas Day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's Trafalgar Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Got so independent, I shopped alone in the whole sea of humans on Boxing day. I make mummy proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; Made awesome friends. :)  Paul, Lyiana, Joyce, Priya, Bruce, Amin, Jin, Jones, Aaron and Dixon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRorb-7x_nI/AAAAAAAAGfo/N1XZmfV7NPg/s1600/DSC06303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRorb-7x_nI/AAAAAAAAGfo/N1XZmfV7NPg/s400/DSC06303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555800850065129074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRor_UllGsI/AAAAAAAAGfw/lTiyIx5uNs4/s1600/DSC07498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRor_UllGsI/AAAAAAAAGfw/lTiyIx5uNs4/s400/DSC07498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555801457173011138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What's life without friends? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable ending to my 2010 would be this memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Was asked by a French guy in Uniqlo whether I was interested in a Couple's Special Project with his German girlfriend. He asked me if I was Korean or Japanese. I said I'm Chinese Malaysian. He said.. "oh it's okay. I still like you. blablabla...Anytime and any place it's good." I was caught off guard (blur) and asked him.. "Do what again??" He said "Sex!" I went... O.o? He said "Any time and any where is just find. Do you want my number to think about it?"  I wanted to laugh but I kept my cool and said "Ahhh.. It's okay. I don't need your number. I don't think I'd be interested in it. Thanks."  He smiled and said "Ahhh... it's not your cup of tea eh? But thanks again." and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqFS1v_QQI/AAAAAAAAGhY/HA1Zplz3cms/s1600/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqFS1v_QQI/AAAAAAAAGhY/HA1Zplz3cms/s400/slut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555899649027424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Slut much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I look like a damn slut or I look like I am damn good in bed. Hopefully its the latter! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my Awesome 2010. Oh yeaa babeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, I can't wait to go back to Malaysia to see my friends. Miss them loads. To random hang outs to talking to each other heart to heart. I shall see you soon! :)  You know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqKLW1bQRI/AAAAAAAAGhg/LWXa_mevc6I/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRqKLW1bQRI/AAAAAAAAGhg/LWXa_mevc6I/s400/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555905018027786514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Especially the 2 figures beside me in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to see what the year ahead has installed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Things changed but I don't feel the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.09am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8148067503207585771?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8148067503207585771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8148067503207585771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8148067503207585771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8148067503207585771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-is-near.html' title='The End is near..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRopPthH25I/AAAAAAAAGfA/hbTryG0OZr0/s72-c/kris%2Bbrithday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4991812921561633672</id><published>2010-12-23T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:03:51.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of nothing particular..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>God makes changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRKfctU-xjI/AAAAAAAAGd0/lyFrrw0ef2M/s1600/DSC08299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRKfctU-xjI/AAAAAAAAGd0/lyFrrw0ef2M/s400/DSC08299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676606053991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun shines! Looks like I won't be having a lonely Christmas. Will be spending it in London. Let's hope it will be a great experience. 1st Christmas abroad and away from my family. Boxing day better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.02am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4991812921561633672?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4991812921561633672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4991812921561633672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4991812921561633672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4991812921561633672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-makes-changes.html' title='God makes changes...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRKfctU-xjI/AAAAAAAAGd0/lyFrrw0ef2M/s72-c/DSC08299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5091112059094845517</id><published>2010-12-22T02:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:22:29.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><title type='text'>Postcards from Aberystwyth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupwMU8FI/AAAAAAAAGdk/WBFR6ONz-Qs/s1600/DSC08297.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupoaQ_YI/AAAAAAAAGdc/UG8rjZeO14w/s1600/DSC08279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupoaQ_YI/AAAAAAAAGdc/UG8rjZeO14w/s400/DSC08279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200739537452418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard #1: The Sun don't shine till clouds part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupSqPaNI/AAAAAAAAGdU/i3ZWMICWR08/s1600/DSC08267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupSqPaNI/AAAAAAAAGdU/i3ZWMICWR08/s400/DSC08267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200733698877650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard #2: Constitutional Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDuAl_55iI/AAAAAAAAGdM/_1Nb7D9Dw5o/s1600/DSC08276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDuAl_55iI/AAAAAAAAGdM/_1Nb7D9Dw5o/s400/DSC08276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200034515379746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postcard #3: Quaint town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDt_MGTzwI/AAAAAAAAGcs/4217NSu7MVs/s1600/DSC08394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDt_MGTzwI/AAAAAAAAGcs/4217NSu7MVs/s400/DSC08394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200010383052546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postcard #4: Serenity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDuAMgbBsI/AAAAAAAAGdE/ZdNynO0FGUI/s1600/DSC08273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDuAMgbBsI/AAAAAAAAGdE/ZdNynO0FGUI/s400/DSC08273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200027672446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postcard #5: The Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDt_r6V6LI/AAAAAAAAGc0/NxEhMtkOhVU/s1600/DSC08310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDt_r6V6LI/AAAAAAAAGc0/NxEhMtkOhVU/s400/DSC08310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200018922793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postcard #6: The town of Aberystwyth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupwMU8FI/AAAAAAAAGdk/WBFR6ONz-Qs/s1600/DSC08297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupwMU8FI/AAAAAAAAGdk/WBFR6ONz-Qs/s400/DSC08297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553200741626474578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard #7: Seaweed and Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reasons why I love this little town to bits. It's not much but it's enough. Contentment is a way of life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Good things come to those who wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 6.23pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5091112059094845517?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5091112059094845517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5091112059094845517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5091112059094845517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5091112059094845517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/postcards-from-aberystwyth.html' title='Postcards from Aberystwyth..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TRDupoaQ_YI/AAAAAAAAGdc/UG8rjZeO14w/s72-c/DSC08279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6398006159325541587</id><published>2010-12-17T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:02:45.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Have a HoHoHo yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The days are a blur now.&lt;br /&gt;Could barely tell the day from the night.&lt;br /&gt;But one things for sure,&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Aber with love,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys a merry Christmas in Advance,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I don't blog by then.&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a White Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TQrfmzX8bDI/AAAAAAAAGck/lrGrsIowXmU/s1600/DSC08879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TQrfmzX8bDI/AAAAAAAAGck/lrGrsIowXmU/s400/DSC08879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551495348406217778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm having an early White Christmas! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TQrfmf47zkI/AAAAAAAAGcc/5IFpM5nyAOE/s1600/DSC08860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TQrfmf47zkI/AAAAAAAAGcc/5IFpM5nyAOE/s400/DSC08860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551495343175880258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Charlie loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how his head tilts towards me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Love replenishes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It will be my 1st white Christmas but spending it alone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 4.02am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6398006159325541587?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6398006159325541587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6398006159325541587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6398006159325541587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6398006159325541587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-hohoho-yourself.html' title='Have a HoHoHo yourself!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TQrfmzX8bDI/AAAAAAAAGck/lrGrsIowXmU/s72-c/DSC08879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1859604914656090281</id><published>2010-12-10T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:39:18.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>I'm not perfect...</title><content type='html'>You know how you would listen to all the heart breaking songs, love songs and you always feel that you know how that person feels? Feeling down and everything.. There are a few songs that I felt that it was made to be sung to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is the most current song I think it is made to be sung to me. Really nice though... still makes me rather sad listening to it. But nice song nonetheless. I'm beginning to like Bruno Mars a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2xTcQ7sosk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2xTcQ7sosk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Who is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Was Perfect For The Circus&lt;br /&gt;If She Dared I'd Do It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love Makes You Supid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gave It up&lt;br /&gt;But I Guess It Was Not Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cause She Never Seemed Satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I Know I'm Not Perfect&lt;br /&gt;But At The End Of The Day Who Is Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She Wanted Someone that's Perfect Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Can You Tell Me Who Is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Oooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Oooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She Set The Bar Just Above The Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rocket Couldnt Reach It But I Still Kept On Reaching&lt;br /&gt;She Watched Me Try Atleast A Thousand Times&lt;br /&gt;If She Loved Me She'd Stopped Me But Nooo&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I Know I'm Not Perfect&lt;br /&gt;But At The End Of The Day Who Is Oooh&lt;br /&gt;She Wanted Someone that's Perfect Ok&lt;br /&gt;But Can You Tell Me Who Is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw Something Worth My Future&lt;br /&gt;So Right So Wrong&lt;br /&gt;In My Mind I Would Tolerate It But I Guess I Was Wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I Know I'm Not Perfect&lt;br /&gt;But At The End Of The Day Who Is Oooh&lt;br /&gt;She Wanted Someone that's Perfect Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But Can You Tell Me Who Is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Oooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Oooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to myself on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;imy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For a moment I thought I found my unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.37pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1859604914656090281?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1859604914656090281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1859604914656090281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1859604914656090281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1859604914656090281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-perfect.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4537895311584694735</id><published>2010-12-08T07:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:18:18.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Rises up like the tide..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TP7JFnNlcOI/AAAAAAAAGcU/kf-T_FOXh3E/s1600/DSC08044.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been tune deaf to the rhythm of love all these times, but if any song were to uplift me and make me believe in love, it would be this song right here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I miss you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWiwuiT58Yc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWiwuiT58Yc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rhythm of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My head is stuck in the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begs me to come down&lt;br /&gt;Says "Boy quit foolin' around"&lt;br /&gt;I told her "I love the view from up here&lt;br /&gt;The warm sun and wind in my ear&lt;br /&gt;We'll watch the world from above&lt;br /&gt;As it turns to the rhythm of love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We may only have tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But till the morning sun you're mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats like a drum&lt;br /&gt;A guitar string to the strum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A beautiful song to be sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got blue eyes deep like the sea&lt;br /&gt;That roll back when she's laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TP7JFnNlcOI/AAAAAAAAGcU/kf-T_FOXh3E/s1600/DSC08044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TP7JFnNlcOI/AAAAAAAAGcU/kf-T_FOXh3E/s400/DSC08044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548092889229521122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I feel happy looking.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rises up like the tide&lt;br /&gt;The moment her lips meet mine&lt;br /&gt;We may only have tonight&lt;br /&gt;But till the morning sun you're mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We can dance in slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all your tears will subside&lt;br /&gt;All your tears will dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;And long after I've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be humming along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I will keep you in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The way you make love so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We may only have tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But till the morning sun you're mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Play the music low and sway to the rhythm of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I have the urge to take artsy Love shots tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: to say I don't miss you is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 12.04am..&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/6759734095132443321-4537895311584694735?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4537895311584694735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4537895311584694735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4537895311584694735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4537895311584694735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/rises-up-like-tide.html' title='Rises up like the tide..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TP7JFnNlcOI/AAAAAAAAGcU/kf-T_FOXh3E/s72-c/DSC08044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5472286058462268564</id><published>2010-12-03T03:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:00:08.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>3..2..1.. EveryoneConnect!</title><content type='html'>Back in Malaysia, it felt as though time flew. The time here in Aber however seems to travel at a slower pace. But here I am, still thinking that its already December. Inevitably the year has come to an end. Near end.. Makes you wonder what have you been doing all along doesn't it? Did I live my life how I should be living it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since I first heard of the band Bunkface singing their song "through my window". A year ago I was wondering what is with the hype of this song? And it has been a year since TM launched their EveryoneConnects campaign thus throwing Bunkface into the limelight and road to stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does &lt;a href="http://www.everyoneconnects.net/twec/World.aspx"&gt;EveryoneConnects&lt;/a&gt; even mean? I guess its as simple as it's name. It means that we are connected to each other. In a way living the true spirit of 1Malaysia. TM wants to be closer to it's client and thus the best way to do run a business is to be client-orientated. The EveryoneConnects website is very youth orientated. The built of the website is for TM to get closer to the younger generation. Figuring out what we want and what we need. Yay for our Awesome generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have recently enhanced their website. I think the amount of people's plea for TM to be better is somewhat answered. We need TM to be Awesome so that we can be awesome as well. The new website now is now more interactive and filled with activities ready to welcome 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features of TM &lt;a href="http://www.everyoneconnects.net/twec/World.aspx"&gt;EveryoneConnects&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it is awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhC9N6tToI/AAAAAAAAGbc/PJUooFs2vpg/s1600/DSC07855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhC9N6tToI/AAAAAAAAGbc/PJUooFs2vpg/s400/DSC07855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546256560582119042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Stadium is designed as a sports locker room. From here, fans will be able to&lt;br /&gt;access “hot off the pitch” features which showcase news, highlights, interviews and videos&lt;br /&gt;from Manchester United TV or MUTV. These rich football content are offered by TM in&lt;br /&gt;collaboration with Manchester United as the Official Integrated Telecommunications Partner&lt;br /&gt;of Manchester United in Malaysia. Another feature of the webpage is a game play board that&lt;br /&gt;also serves as a chat room for fans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't have chose a better team. :P IMHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Jamming Garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it is awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhEcAZKyxI/AAAAAAAAGbk/yorYu5ZZLxs/s1600/bf.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhEcAZKyxI/AAAAAAAAGbk/yorYu5ZZLxs/s400/bf.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546258189039356690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUNKFACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that just started off jamming in secondary school rise to stardom. I guess they are the true story for every new band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jamming Garage emulates aspects of a garage music studio. This studio&lt;br /&gt;features “Camp Bunkface”, where fans can get all the information they need about Bunkface,&lt;br /&gt;listen to their songs and watch video previews as well as exchange music information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Our generation takes music really seriously. We live and die for it. If you are a big fan of Bunkface, it's something you might want to keep an eye on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sini Maa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhGd9OR-nI/AAAAAAAAGbs/H3yB5sBnLKs/s1600/film%2Bbuff.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhGd9OR-nI/AAAAAAAAGbs/H3yB5sBnLKs/s400/film%2Bbuff.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546260421571377778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big movie buff? You have found the right site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sini Maa is a playful webpage for movies. This webpage highlights movie trailers and videos&lt;br /&gt;available on Hypptv (UniFi), and Hypp.tv (web channels) including video clips from Pilih&lt;br /&gt;Kasih, the acting reality program sponsored by TM. The webpage also features Movie Buzz,&lt;br /&gt;a chat room for film buffs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Open House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhIyD-wj9I/AAAAAAAAGb0/8eGZtY9JdpY/s1600/food.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhIyD-wj9I/AAAAAAAAGb0/8eGZtY9JdpY/s400/food.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546262966005960658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Malaysian food, we get plenty of variety. Chinese, Malay, Indian, Mamak, Fusion, Italian, Western... Just like open house, it's the day we are generous and kind and play the good host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To provide further opportunities for fans to connect, communicate and collaborate, Open&lt;br /&gt;House is the perfect place for fans of EveryoneConnects to extend various messages and&lt;br /&gt;wishes for birthdays, festivals and celebrations. The Open House is designed to appeal to&lt;br /&gt;all Malaysians and features video wishes, a wish board called Spread Some Love, and a&lt;br /&gt;selection of personalized e-cards for the user’s selection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a way they are trying their best to cover every aspect of a youth's interest. I say give them an A for effort. 2 weeks ago they had their anniversary event (which obviously I could not attend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJnnbHlbI/AAAAAAAAGcM/RB3hk2jURzY/s1600/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJnnbHlbI/AAAAAAAAGcM/RB3hk2jURzY/s400/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546263886053217714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The anniversary celebration event was graced by Dato’ Sri Zamzamzairani Mohd Isa, Group&lt;br /&gt;Chief Executive Officer of TM, Rozalila Abdul Rahman, Chief Marketing Officer, TM and Imri&lt;br /&gt;Mokhtar, Executive Vice President, Consumer, TM. In the picture as well, Bunkface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJbf0Id7I/AAAAAAAAGcE/_YUxk5ZN9iY/s1600/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJbf0Id7I/AAAAAAAAGcE/_YUxk5ZN9iY/s400/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546263677852219314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The crowd. Fuhh,.. that is a big crowd. I know a big crowd when I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJazEgqrI/AAAAAAAAGb8/UTA3yUmva_w/s1600/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhJazEgqrI/AAAAAAAAGb8/UTA3yUmva_w/s400/EC%2Banniversary%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546263665841318578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was hosted by Hunny Madu and Ben of Flyfm who hyped the crowd up with their funny antics. I am trying to figure out who is that pretty fair chick. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everyoneconnects.net/" target="_blank"&gt;www.everyoneconnects.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- click it already.  It's quite cute. It feels like the Sims a bit only we can't have babies with each other and start a new life. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;feels like G6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.59am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5472286058462268564?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5472286058462268564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5472286058462268564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5472286058462268564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5472286058462268564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/321-everyoneconnect.html' title='3..2..1.. EveryoneConnect!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPhC9N6tToI/AAAAAAAAGbc/PJUooFs2vpg/s72-c/DSC07855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7078859117315242321</id><published>2010-12-02T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:07:15.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Icy baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPaAqzkABFI/AAAAAAAAGbE/ZpdO4_YEu8s/s1600/DSC08014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPaAqzkABFI/AAAAAAAAGbE/ZpdO4_YEu8s/s400/DSC08014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545761464037409874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as sensitive as a snowflake these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight heat, I will melt away into nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Toughen up will you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 5.04pm...&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/6759734095132443321-7078859117315242321?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7078859117315242321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7078859117315242321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7078859117315242321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7078859117315242321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/icy-baby.html' title='Icy baby..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPaAqzkABFI/AAAAAAAAGbE/ZpdO4_YEu8s/s72-c/DSC08014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2609344896163867340</id><published>2010-12-01T09:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:03:15.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Of sun rays and snowflakes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWng0HWiNI/AAAAAAAAGa0/gwVe0B3F8Qw/s1600/DSC08029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened ever since I came here. Many good, some not so good. Today I went out at night alone to have a walk. Back in Malaysia no way in hell would I ever do that. That is like spelling out my own death. But here, I feel at peace. I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWng0HWiNI/AAAAAAAAGa0/gwVe0B3F8Qw/s1600/DSC08029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWng0HWiNI/AAAAAAAAGa0/gwVe0B3F8Qw/s400/DSC08029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545522698363766994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my house without anyone knowing (though to think about it, its stupid. I should at least let someone know)  It was snowing. I can still tell you after a few days of snow, I am still amazed by snow. The way it falls. The way it lands on you. I stood under a sky filled with stars. Staring at how the snow was falling. It was one of the most serene nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a defined snowflake. It's not fake. It's really as beautiful as you see it in pictures. I sound kinda delusional.. but I really want to take a pic of a snowflake. I still got another 2 more months. I can do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After reading &lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/photosynthesis/2010/01/snowflakes.php"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; I think it's quite impossible for me to capture a snowflake. It's highly technical. Gahh... but with luck maybe I can. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to clear my head and do a little thinking but  I guess I managed to clear my head. I practically was intoxicated by the beauty of tonight for me to think of anything. It has been a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on an empty field, staring at the abundance of stars with a friend's presence. And I thought, I think I maybe in the best place in the World. I would not change anything in my life because I know whatever that had happened in my life led to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWnhRUI9aI/AAAAAAAAGa8/BmPyiHF9FJo/s1600/DSC08044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWnhRUI9aI/AAAAAAAAGa8/BmPyiHF9FJo/s400/DSC08044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545522706202031522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Surrounded by a million people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'll do better here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.55am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2609344896163867340?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2609344896163867340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2609344896163867340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2609344896163867340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2609344896163867340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-sun-rays-and-snowflakes.html' title='Of sun rays and snowflakes..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPWng0HWiNI/AAAAAAAAGa0/gwVe0B3F8Qw/s72-c/DSC08029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8300226684891091196</id><published>2010-11-27T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:15:44.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not for me to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Melting snow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECv71kGII/AAAAAAAAGac/cATFTknU6Dk/s1600/DSC07981.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECwsHa6cI/AAAAAAAAGas/WzjkGLjE4Ww/s1600/DSC07975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECwsHa6cI/AAAAAAAAGas/WzjkGLjE4Ww/s400/DSC07975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544215651769051586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it hits you, you feel like in this World there are miracles.&lt;br /&gt;So caught up with its beauty&lt;br /&gt;You do not notice its painful coldness&lt;br /&gt;How it affects you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then you get the transition period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECv71kGII/AAAAAAAAGac/cATFTknU6Dk/s1600/DSC07981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECv71kGII/AAAAAAAAGac/cATFTknU6Dk/s400/DSC07981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544215638809254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, lies danger.&lt;br /&gt;How you will fall and break pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it hurts you more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECwDa1RaI/AAAAAAAAGak/KJ-MKFhzsEo/s1600/DSC07982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECwDa1RaI/AAAAAAAAGak/KJ-MKFhzsEo/s400/DSC07982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544215640844617122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess beautiful things do not last.&lt;br /&gt;You try to preserve it as long as you can&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it will all go.&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same as you 1st saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like a sledge hammer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I forgot how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.15pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8300226684891091196?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8300226684891091196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8300226684891091196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8300226684891091196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8300226684891091196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/melting-snow.html' title='Melting snow..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TPECwsHa6cI/AAAAAAAAGas/WzjkGLjE4Ww/s72-c/DSC07975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7864393283275999822</id><published>2010-11-26T09:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:16:01.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless gibberings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Grenade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8H6JSnzLI/AAAAAAAAGaI/WHAZsZwpUH0/s1600/DSC07766.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have split personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8H6JSnzLI/AAAAAAAAGaI/WHAZsZwpUH0/s1600/DSC07766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8H6JSnzLI/AAAAAAAAGaI/WHAZsZwpUH0/s400/DSC07766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543658361824201906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun. But when I am having fun suddenly I feel like being alone. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8IidrjX9I/AAAAAAAAGaQ/xMCxU8ceTDw/s1600/DSC07272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8IidrjX9I/AAAAAAAAGaQ/xMCxU8ceTDw/s400/DSC07272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543659054492245970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I am alone, I wallow in self pity. Feeling lonely and rather sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Winter sure does do funny things to people. On the other note, I saw falling snow for the 1st time in my life. So awesome. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a bullet through my brain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am sooooooooooo impressed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out 1.14am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7864393283275999822?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7864393283275999822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7864393283275999822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7864393283275999822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7864393283275999822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/grenade.html' title='Grenade..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TO8H6JSnzLI/AAAAAAAAGaI/WHAZsZwpUH0/s72-c/DSC07766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-9180662621907093747</id><published>2010-11-21T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:38:56.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection in life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Words'/><title type='text'>My search...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf50gMOvLI/AAAAAAAAGZg/vVctIb4VsJk/s1600/DSC07400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I want.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I am searching for.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I know I won't get.&lt;br /&gt;In search of that unicorn,&lt;br /&gt;My unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf50gMOvLI/AAAAAAAAGZg/vVctIb4VsJk/s1600/DSC07400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf50gMOvLI/AAAAAAAAGZg/vVctIb4VsJk/s400/DSC07400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541672546892430514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Soaring together&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more I think about it,&lt;br /&gt;the more I feel I will never find it.&lt;br /&gt;A unicorn is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No horse is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I could end up with a mighty fine horse.&lt;br /&gt;But it won't do&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not my unicorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf56UglszI/AAAAAAAAGZo/SV9-NjILYjM/s1600/DSC07407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf56UglszI/AAAAAAAAGZo/SV9-NjILYjM/s400/DSC07407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541672646835811122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The one that looks at me despite being in a crowd&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I ask you..&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue my search for this..&lt;br /&gt;Rare, non-existent magical creature&lt;br /&gt;Or should I lower my expectations..&lt;br /&gt;And just find myself a good horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf6fmZsUpI/AAAAAAAAGZw/GYs98FaMrcs/s1600/DSC07339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf6fmZsUpI/AAAAAAAAGZw/GYs98FaMrcs/s400/DSC07339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541673287293883026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Maybe I am no Princess for the Unicorn&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must comfort come with strings attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 5.49pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-9180662621907093747?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9180662621907093747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=9180662621907093747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9180662621907093747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9180662621907093747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-search.html' title='My search...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOf50gMOvLI/AAAAAAAAGZg/vVctIb4VsJk/s72-c/DSC07400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8811564857142984800</id><published>2010-11-19T10:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:49:02.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Highlight of my London trip! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXia4mDXqI/AAAAAAAAGYg/Em0OSrohZuk/s1600/DSC07207.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXkpCPd8YI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/FzZDmAWa9T0/s1600/DSC07030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXkpCPd8YI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/FzZDmAWa9T0/s400/DSC07030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541086310176780674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am almost in platform 9 3/4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a witch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Hermione Granger! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took this picture in the morning... (in King's Cross if you don't already know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXg6Z0Q0zI/AAAAAAAAGYY/yMMen-nMpm8/s1600/DSC07036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXg6Z0Q0zI/AAAAAAAAGYY/yMMen-nMpm8/s400/DSC07036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541082210516390706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by night, I was transported to Hogswart (aka Leicester Square in London). I breathed the same air Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson and Rupert Grint was breathing. Omg.. It was a whole new level of star-struck-ness. OMGsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjOsJcg5I/AAAAAAAAGYw/15EaxDtD9ws/s1600/DSC07199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjOsJcg5I/AAAAAAAAGYw/15EaxDtD9ws/s400/DSC07199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541084758057714578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems small. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXia4mDXqI/AAAAAAAAGYg/Em0OSrohZuk/s1600/DSC07207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXia4mDXqI/AAAAAAAAGYg/Em0OSrohZuk/s400/DSC07207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541083868045729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson's Awesome Lace dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing 3 layers of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how she could withstand the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjN2IwqcI/AAAAAAAAGYo/fMyaA4gy91k/s1600/DSC07208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjN2IwqcI/AAAAAAAAGYo/fMyaA4gy91k/s400/DSC07208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541084743559326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rupert Grint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjPeTzYVI/AAAAAAAAGY4/Hhl6L8LfMFE/s1600/DSC07197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXjPeTzYVI/AAAAAAAAGY4/Hhl6L8LfMFE/s400/DSC07197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541084771522928978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ron Weasley's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of his name now..&lt;br /&gt;But you know who he is.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXj_zRmDLI/AAAAAAAAGZA/bfAiCCCc5-8/s1600/DSC07210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXj_zRmDLI/AAAAAAAAGZA/bfAiCCCc5-8/s400/DSC07210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541085601784532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw them here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't watch the show yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  I saw the actors. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Take that.&lt;br /&gt;Who is laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXko8lO35I/AAAAAAAAGZI/hM3KZN4x_0k/s1600/DSC07028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXko8lO35I/AAAAAAAAGZI/hM3KZN4x_0k/s400/DSC07028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541086308657454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could really go to Hogswart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Misleading actions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: London is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 2.47am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8811564857142984800?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8811564857142984800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8811564857142984800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8811564857142984800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8811564857142984800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/highlight-of-my-london-trip.html' title='Highlight of my London trip! ♥'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TOXkpCPd8YI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/FzZDmAWa9T0/s72-c/DSC07030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3471816495625473724</id><published>2010-11-09T07:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T07:39:50.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>All I can say is that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiJQKfL8XI/AAAAAAAAGYA/ANFo3wAmpzc/s1600/DSC06514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiJQKfL8XI/AAAAAAAAGYA/ANFo3wAmpzc/s400/DSC06514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537326652638097778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know what kind of person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know how to be a good girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know how to be a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know if I feel good if I make that decision.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know how to make a decision&lt;br /&gt;..I am honestly too brutal.&lt;br /&gt;..I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;..I want everything.&lt;br /&gt;..I want it all to be my way.&lt;br /&gt;..I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;..I miss you but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;..I care for you still but not as much.&lt;br /&gt;..I am doubting myself.&lt;br /&gt;..I feel lonely at times.&lt;br /&gt;..I really really dislike winter.&lt;br /&gt;..I really want to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiJQihV9AI/AAAAAAAAGYI/MaUQ45Vv9Lc/s1600/DSC06518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiJQihV9AI/AAAAAAAAGYI/MaUQ45Vv9Lc/s400/DSC06518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537326659089593346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am a strong believer that LDR does not work. If it works, you guys are awesome. But majority always fail. Now I find myself trying to work against the odds and my beliefs. This is one hell of an irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiKIIgmawI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/kHcHlBvHea0/s1600/DSC06540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiKIIgmawI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/kHcHlBvHea0/s400/DSC06540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537327614179830530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, A sign please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 11.39pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3471816495625473724?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3471816495625473724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3471816495625473724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3471816495625473724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3471816495625473724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-can-say-is-that.html' title='All I can say is that..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TNiJQKfL8XI/AAAAAAAAGYA/ANFo3wAmpzc/s72-c/DSC06514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1408900964860833438</id><published>2010-10-29T04:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T04:23:54.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><title type='text'>Autumn's dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnaRKOv3QI/AAAAAAAAGX4/PkH7nLHplvA/s1600/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Ambiguous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnZAMKotSI/AAAAAAAAGXw/_1kcI5Zs6us/s1600/DSC06099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnZAMKotSI/AAAAAAAAGXw/_1kcI5Zs6us/s400/DSC06099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533192214490428706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn's breath,&lt;br /&gt;Fallen leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Colours of warm,&lt;br /&gt;Chilly breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Warm glow of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnaRKOv3QI/AAAAAAAAGX4/PkH7nLHplvA/s1600/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnaRKOv3QI/AAAAAAAAGX4/PkH7nLHplvA/s400/DSC05550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533193605540207874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything fall into place,&lt;br /&gt;Into it's exact place on earth,&lt;br /&gt;It creates a beauty so magnificent,&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath; afraid to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;In case it will all disappear when I exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcphR5Ctrcw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcphR5Ctrcw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No More Wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hayley Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up, I'm trying to show you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come clean&lt;br /&gt;you mean more than you should mean&lt;br /&gt;but I'm willing to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that you put on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;the one that you see in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;the one that you hide your true self from&lt;br /&gt;the one you want to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and I know that it's wrong to want something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; so false and so fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I want to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I just want to get my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you're the one that I put on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;the one who keeps coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;the one that I gave my whole heart to&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I want a love that's side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that holds me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I want a love that feels like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I wake up, he's still there with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so put me up on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;give me everything I need&lt;br /&gt;but give it to me so completely&lt;br /&gt;that there will be no more wishing&lt;br /&gt;no more wishing&lt;br /&gt;no more wishing&lt;br /&gt;no more wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been awhile since I've found a song that I really like these days. I keep listening back to my own favourite songs. So today, I'll share with you a new found nice song. :) Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I think I may be gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 9.22pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1408900964860833438?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1408900964860833438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1408900964860833438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1408900964860833438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1408900964860833438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumns-dream.html' title='Autumn&apos;s dream.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMnZAMKotSI/AAAAAAAAGXw/_1kcI5Zs6us/s72-c/DSC06099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7863203539119669712</id><published>2010-10-23T10:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:08:24.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Torch me up will ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJOEhfJD1I/AAAAAAAAGW4/nm9oo6SJI3A/s1600/DSC06115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJOEhfJD1I/AAAAAAAAGW4/nm9oo6SJI3A/s400/DSC06115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531069131979820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Torch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJO71VUfBI/AAAAAAAAGXA/5Zas_ndhgoM/s1600/torch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJO71VUfBI/AAAAAAAAGXA/5Zas_ndhgoM/s400/torch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531070082200140818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJRtoqXE6I/AAAAAAAAGXI/gsxPSYKGmDE/s1600/jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJRtoqXE6I/AAAAAAAAGXI/gsxPSYKGmDE/s400/jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531073136815444898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Torching blackberry-s will get you a really yummy jam. Adding sugar to it will just enhance its flavour. Think of Celcom as the sugar. We can't live without sugar can we? So a Blackberry Torch is like a jam without sugar. Sour much? Add sugar aka Celcom, you'll get the best damn thing ever. Not to mention its healthy! You won't find a better or more perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Celcom&lt;/span&gt; Blackberry plan, you will tremendously be blessed. It will not blow a hole in your pocket. And I mean it. With &lt;a href="http://www.celcom.com.my/exec/plans/ce50_why.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Celcom&lt;/span&gt; Exec 50 plan&lt;/a&gt;, all you need to do is pay a fee of RM50 to get the utmost awesomeness - Best deal in the World! (because I am in UK I can say that with confidence) with the widest coverage. The plan comes with no string attached. Well there is one commitment though which is to... be committed in its low monthly fees of RM50! You will also receive one month free broadband service. Nothing sounds as sweet as the word Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, this plan automatically will give you up to 30% discount. The more you use, the more discount you get. It's like shopping in a hypermarket. Same thing, but different price (a significantly lower price). So why not Celcom? Sugar me up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry Torch. Just the name itself makes me hungry. *thinks of jam* You know what goes well with jam? Loads of things! Like me for instance. I can be bread, waffles and even pie crust just to compliment it. Or should I say it will compliment me? Either way, Blackberry Torch, Celcom and Me will just be awesome together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJVJfTooGI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/LvJ4X5O0WNA/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJVJfTooGI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/LvJ4X5O0WNA/s400/bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531076913875427426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi. I am bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry Torch is a blend of the best berries you can get. The Blackberry Bold and the Blackberry Storm. It has the Bold's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Qwerty Keypad&lt;/span&gt; and the Storm's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Touch Screen&lt;/span&gt; features. There is no need now for iPhone4. With the Torch I get an iPhone and a Blackberry. It's a win win situation. No need to argue which is better, Apple or Blackberry. I get the best of both worlds this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that the Torch has the best CAMERA OF ALL BBs??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJWHpg3fdI/AAAAAAAAGXY/vcXO08ayd4M/s1600/bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJWHpg3fdI/AAAAAAAAGXY/vcXO08ayd4M/s400/bold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531077981767171538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture taken by the Blackberry Bold 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the University of Bristol in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clarity of the picture. I am so amazed by it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have to elaborate on the camera more. I'm a photographer enthusiast. There were times I was utterly bummed out that I did not bring my DSLR out. And thank God my friend uses a Blackberry Storm. I used his Storm to take pictures the entire day. Heck I even blogged about how awesome Blackberry is in this post *&lt;a href="http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/teenage-dreams.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJXFmID3VI/AAAAAAAAGXg/L7b9Kz5hzoo/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJXFmID3VI/AAAAAAAAGXg/L7b9Kz5hzoo/s400/20101016-IMG+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531079046009707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken by the Blackberry Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Old College in Aberystwyth, Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can any photographer not like a Blackberry's camera. And both of that camera is just a 3 megapixel cam. The Torch has a 5 megapixel cam! Imagine how mind-blowing the pictures will be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how a Blackberry Torch 9800 look like? Fret not! Kristine is here to google! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJYvbPTMzI/AAAAAAAAGXo/sbSdGjHOb-Y/s1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJYvbPTMzI/AAAAAAAAGXo/sbSdGjHOb-Y/s400/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531080864153416498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a slide phone?? OMG! Smooth operator indeed. *winks* This is beyond my wildest fantasy. A smart phone that slides, which happens to be a BLACKBERRY (omg?!) with a kick-butt camera. I can only daydream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blackberry Torch 9800 is going to be launched on the 29th of October. And if you sign out there and then at the event with Celcom, Celcom will give you NOT-THE-PHONE-BUT-ALOT-OF-OTHER-THINGS for Free!!! Buy the phone and sign up for the Celcom Exec Postpaid plan and get yourself a free Jabra bluetooth set, Micro SD 8GB card and Energizer Portable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I love how the Blackberry Torch 9800 makes me hungry and salivate over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I like how the phone makes me want to get my hands on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I like how it makes me feel like saying bye bye to Samsung Galaxy S and Apple iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I like how it makes me feel like singing out loud and dance in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate Joshua Radin's "I'd Rather Be With You" to the AWESOMEST phone ever. The Blackberry Torch 9800 with Sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAJfhZamFmo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAJfhZamFmo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, on this lonely dock&lt;br /&gt;Watch the rain play on the ocean top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;All the things I feel I need to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't explain in any other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I need to be bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;br /&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;br /&gt;Finally see you are naturally&lt;br /&gt;The one to make it so easy&lt;br /&gt;When you show me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I'd rather be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Say you want the same thing too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the sun, come to dry the rain&lt;br /&gt;Warm my shoulders and relieve my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one thing that I'm missing here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you beside me I no longer fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one to make it so easy&lt;br /&gt;When you show me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I'd rather be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you want the same thing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have saved so much time for us&lt;br /&gt;Had I seen the way to get to where I am today&lt;br /&gt;You waited on me for so long&lt;br /&gt;So now, listen to me say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I need to be bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to jump in the cold water&lt;br /&gt;Need to grow older with a girl like you&lt;br /&gt;Finally see you are naturally&lt;br /&gt;The one to make it so easy&lt;br /&gt;When you show me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I'd rather be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Say you want the same thing too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Say you feel the way I do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now would you grant me this? I know I am not really that technologically savvy. But I promise you I will be one soon just for you, Blackberry Torch 9800!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the &lt;strong&gt;Celcom Postpaid Plans&lt;/strong&gt;, head on to &lt;a href="http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800.php"&gt;http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800.php&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;pre-register and purchase&lt;/strong&gt; the BlackBerry Torch 9800, log on to &lt;a href="http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800_register.php"&gt;http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800_register.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celcom.com.my/celcomexec/blackberry/bbtorch9800_register.php"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 5.04am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6759734095132443321-7863203539119669712?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7863203539119669712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7863203539119669712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7863203539119669712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7863203539119669712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/torch-me-up-will-ya.html' title='Torch me up will ya?'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMJOEhfJD1I/AAAAAAAAGW4/nm9oo6SJI3A/s72-c/DSC06115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3795084365261734073</id><published>2010-10-23T08:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:37:07.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Autumn's fallen leaves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI1Vx9ZkcI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/HfYPpL1ceH8/s1600/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI0iCAemxI/AAAAAAAAGWI/RAxcuTzpmfk/s1600/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI0iCAemxI/AAAAAAAAGWI/RAxcuTzpmfk/s400/DSC05416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531041051623463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Autumn leaves fall&lt;br /&gt;Fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how it is for me. I don't want to be sad in this place. All I want is to be happy. All my life, every year when I get to make a wish, I wish that I would be happy. Every time I pray, I pray to be happy. All I really want is to be happy. And I thank my family and friends for blessing me with laughter all this while. And to you, for bringing me happiness back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad if I were to be honest with you. But if I bear with it, I feel sad. If I listen to you and do what you want, I know you will be happy. But I will be miserable. If I do what I like, I would be happy but knowing you won't be happy, I won't be happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI7EaLcG8I/AAAAAAAAGWw/yjJWMbhNaHQ/s1600/DSC05668.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI7EaLcG8I/AAAAAAAAGWw/yjJWMbhNaHQ/s1600/DSC05668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI7EaLcG8I/AAAAAAAAGWw/yjJWMbhNaHQ/s400/DSC05668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531048239297207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say that I have been unhappy for a few days now. I put on a strong front but by the time night comes, I can't help but to feel unhappy. I feel like whatever I do, it doesn't feel right. I can safely say that I have been happy. I admit this is a different life, but I feel genuinely happy. Walking to class, I would see the true beauty of Autumn. Leaves fall in abundance. It looks like a scene I would see in a movie where leaves fall like how snow would fall during winter. It actually puts a smile on my face. Despite the cold harsh wind, when I catch a glimpse of a rainbow or I see leaves falling, I realise that there is true beauty in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI2k_pnq2I/AAAAAAAAGWY/J_Ky0k6FJiQ/s1600/DSC05542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI2k_pnq2I/AAAAAAAAGWY/J_Ky0k6FJiQ/s400/DSC05542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531043301553580898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that I have to be strong here. I have no one but my friends here. 2 days back I woke up to myself saying "Oh I am not in Malaysia". You say its hard for you when you are the one back at home with your friends and family surrounding you. Have you thought about it for me? Every time I think about you and your insecurities just because I have tonnes of male friends.. I feel depressed wondering what is wrong with me? Why can't I have female friends?? Or maybe I just suck at making friends? Do I need "Making friends for dummies"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI2leV1CeI/AAAAAAAAGWg/EwZenGE00SI/s1600/DSC05549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI2leV1CeI/AAAAAAAAGWg/EwZenGE00SI/s400/DSC05549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531043309792070114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I tell you the truth about things, I am hurting you. Either way one of us will get hurt. It's either you or me. Last night I told you that the reason why I want to come to UK is to be independent and to experience new things. I want to change! I want to live a different life. I want to be a better person. You might think that I am being inconsiderate just because I am selfish and I still want to do what I want. I am still young. I don't do it now, when will I do it? I want to go club with my friends, you told me straight you don't want me to go. I don't know how to please you. I'm going with a bunch of female friends. I am finally happy I have a few female friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI1Vx9ZkcI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/HfYPpL1ceH8/s1600/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI1Vx9ZkcI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/HfYPpL1ceH8/s400/DSC05522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531041940668780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more things I want to say but I just don't know how to say. I've typed so much out but I have deleted them. Cause whatever I typed would make you seem like a horrible person which you are not. I know you have my best intention in mind. I'm sorry I can't be better to please you. I just want to say I have my own needs to. I really don't know what to do... There are times I realised I want to drown myself in work. When I am in class I don't think about other things. When I do housework like cooking, I don't think about how I will only go back to an empty room at night. I dread the nights. I wish day would come and whisk me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Autumn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI4ADJvT5I/AAAAAAAAGWo/a-QxYUblw6E/s1600/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI4ADJvT5I/AAAAAAAAGWo/a-QxYUblw6E/s400/DSC05567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531044865861701522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;leaves fall away..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Sorry for the depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 2.33am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3795084365261734073?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3795084365261734073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3795084365261734073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3795084365261734073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3795084365261734073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumns-fallen-leave.html' title='Autumn&apos;s fallen leaves...'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TMI0iCAemxI/AAAAAAAAGWI/RAxcuTzpmfk/s72-c/DSC05416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-9155403810965954307</id><published>2010-10-18T05:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T06:16:43.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'>Look how they shine for you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLtu-etKhbI/AAAAAAAAGVk/S1y2S2T9_Io/s1600/DSC06182.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that by eating my own food I feel home sick? Either my cooking feels homey or my cooking is so horrible I wish my mum is around to cook for me. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLtu-etKhbI/AAAAAAAAGVk/S1y2S2T9_Io/s1600/DSC06182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLtu-etKhbI/AAAAAAAAGVk/S1y2S2T9_Io/s400/DSC06182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529134987200857522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Braised pork and eggs, stir fried spinach, stir fried bok choy and ginger spring onion fish fillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised there isn't anyone who will pamper me when I am sick. Or when I'm bored I can't go mamak with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've been listening to songs. I think songs play a strong role in my emotions. Songs make me sad. Songs I've had fun with with my friends. Songs that reminds me of past memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have many regrets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: What is this thing that I am feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 11.15pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-9155403810965954307?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/9155403810965954307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=9155403810965954307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9155403810965954307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/9155403810965954307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-how-they-shine-for-you.html' title='Look how they shine for you..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLtu-etKhbI/AAAAAAAAGVk/S1y2S2T9_Io/s72-c/DSC06182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6745002051828709838</id><published>2010-10-17T08:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:48:42.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Teenage dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGveazU_I/AAAAAAAAGVM/s9EsVcNUGoU/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2861%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGveazU_I/AAAAAAAAGVM/s9EsVcNUGoU/s400/20101016-IMG+%2861%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528809273983980530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGuvIsbcI/AAAAAAAAGVE/godSH_30dxk/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2860%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh it's been almost a month I have been here. I have to admit it was rough in the 2nd week. I knew the day would come my mum would leave me and go back to Malaysia. It was so sad. Thinking about it makes me sad still. Seeing my mum cry. I think she might miss me more than I miss her. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my grandmother's passing after 2 days my mum left was another blow to me. I cried for days. But eventually I stopped crying and I am glad to announce to you, I am doing pretty fine now. Getting used to being independent. I just mopped the kitchen floor and washed the bathroom today. Wooots! Felt like it was a productive day despite wasting a good few hours wondering the town. Hello Dorothy Perkins, my new fave shop in town. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberystwyth is a small little coastal town in Wales. It's really at the edge of the UK. No kidding. This place is nice as there hasn't been any case of racism. Never encountered it yet and I don't want to encounter it as well. I've heard stories and they sound terrifying. It is called a student town as most of the occupants here are probably students of the Uni itself. LOL.. I can walk around town and if I randomly poke a person, that person would most probably be a student studying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBif3ixgI/AAAAAAAAGUM/le1Rxeui834/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBif3ixgI/AAAAAAAAGUM/le1Rxeui834/s400/20101016-IMG+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803553476527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Random statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 post ago, I wrote a very distasteful post. Spitting out all my ire. Sadly the person still causes much grieve to my household. A thing I can't seem to figure out how to fix. I don't think you can fix a person. But definitely that person is making it unpleasant for majority of us here. But sad story aside.. I am here to share.. a few awesome shots I took today with Paul's Blackberry Storm. That is some awesome phone I tell you. BB's camera sho awesome. *teary eyes* The day I decided not to bring my camera, God grants me such an Awesome with a capital A day. My Nokia E52's shitty camera could not be relied on. But BB's cam... *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBgO2CB8I/AAAAAAAAGTs/4F2eRha2pkA/s1600/20101016-IMG+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBgO2CB8I/AAAAAAAAGTs/4F2eRha2pkA/s400/20101016-IMG+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803514547046338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Old College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBghOyl7I/AAAAAAAAGT0/qo-MrjKAONw/s1600/20101016-IMG+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBghOyl7I/AAAAAAAAGT0/qo-MrjKAONw/s400/20101016-IMG+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803519482730418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Awesome structure it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBhOzgAHI/AAAAAAAAGT8/miIIwuOBL8U/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBhOzgAHI/AAAAAAAAGT8/miIIwuOBL8U/s400/20101016-IMG+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803531716296818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Such a blue sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBhqWjxMI/AAAAAAAAGUE/WJB66Sgymkw/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpBhqWjxMI/AAAAAAAAGUE/WJB66Sgymkw/s400/20101016-IMG+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528803539111101634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Old college is located on the sea front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_mZFc9I/AAAAAAAAGUs/htTHQRub2X8/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_mZFc9I/AAAAAAAAGUs/htTHQRub2X8/s400/20101016-IMG+%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804053444031442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on.. you have to admit&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty damn good camera by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_5niWgI/AAAAAAAAGU0/g3pRi58F5So/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_5niWgI/AAAAAAAAGU0/g3pRi58F5So/s400/20101016-IMG+%2854%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804058604919298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ruins are good for emo shots. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGuvIsbcI/AAAAAAAAGVE/godSH_30dxk/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2860%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGuvIsbcI/AAAAAAAAGVE/godSH_30dxk/s400/20101016-IMG+%2860%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528809261291564482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gi-normous mushroom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpDbHhAzZI/AAAAAAAAGU8/hXT28d-Lf1k/s1600/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpDbHhAzZI/AAAAAAAAGU8/hXT28d-Lf1k/s400/tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528805625703746962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 years ago - me.&lt;br /&gt;(this is not taken with the BB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB-_AsvDI/AAAAAAAAGUc/YuV_e6svAmk/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB-_AsvDI/AAAAAAAAGUc/YuV_e6svAmk/s400/20101016-IMG+%2837%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804042872765490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now - me&lt;br /&gt;Same jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed to how I have up kept myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got the muffin syndrome. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still the same me.&lt;br /&gt;Living.Life.&lt;br /&gt;A little more edgy.&lt;br /&gt;More confident.&lt;br /&gt;A little more mean.&lt;br /&gt;But generally still nice.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how many of you know that I love to watch How I Met Your Mother. But if you watch it too and love it, give me a high 5 and don't leave me hanging! :D  I am going to play "Have you met........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB-R0nAII/AAAAAAAAGUU/cG8HZLnKsRY/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB-R0nAII/AAAAAAAAGUU/cG8HZLnKsRY/s400/20101016-IMG+%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804030742462594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul!&lt;br /&gt;Who is the owner of the Awesome Blackberry Storm.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice guy, doesn't have FB.&lt;br /&gt;My housemate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_ExmNAI/AAAAAAAAGUk/EKUcDu7iLZw/s1600/20101016-IMG+%2850%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpB_ExmNAI/AAAAAAAAGUk/EKUcDu7iLZw/s400/20101016-IMG+%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528804044420035586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are my friends I hang out with the most.&lt;br /&gt;All Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;Satu perkampungan.&lt;br /&gt;We are bonded by where we are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;So put your hands in the air..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I don't know what to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.37am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6745002051828709838?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6745002051828709838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6745002051828709838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6745002051828709838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6745002051828709838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/teenage-dreams.html' title='Teenage dreams'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLpGveazU_I/AAAAAAAAGVM/s9EsVcNUGoU/s72-c/20101016-IMG+%2861%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5948127733110088240</id><published>2010-10-17T03:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:46:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTalkWhoa is here to stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoOPps9AHI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/wD7SI56sTEE/s1600/free+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Raya over already? (Lol! I sound so bimbotic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how long a Muslim celebrates Raya (I think its one month no?) but damn.. TMNET sure does love rewarding us just because it is the season of happiness. Season of maaf zahir batin (forgiveness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoF_aPU2_I/AAAAAAAAGTI/A_77sjiCC1c/s1600/hari-raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoF_aPU2_I/AAAAAAAAGTI/A_77sjiCC1c/s400/hari-raya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528738079484206066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://italkwhoa.com/"&gt;iTalkWhoa&lt;/a&gt; is offering an extraordinary offer to us who has to celebrate this season away from home. I am not at home and I am not Muslim but you know what.. I'm happy I live in Malaysia.. I get to enjoy the privilege as well. I'm calling home a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoFrjRwrrI/AAAAAAAAGTA/qzBttnmY3SI/s1600/italk_whoa_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoFrjRwrrI/AAAAAAAAGTA/qzBttnmY3SI/s400/italk_whoa_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528737738312953522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1st of September to 31st October 2010&lt;/span&gt;, all &lt;a href="http://italkwhoa.com/"&gt;iTalkWhoa&lt;/a&gt; users (INCLUDING ME!) gets an extra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20% worth of air time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This extra talktime will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;automatically credited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to you as long as you reload/top up from the above mentioned date. Tee Hee... the wonders of technology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoOPps9AHI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/wD7SI56sTEE/s1600/free+money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoOPps9AHI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/wD7SI56sTEE/s400/free+money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528747154605932658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS FREE MONEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you top up RM50 you get RM10 worth of free talk time. If you top up RM30, you get RM6 worth of free talk time. And if you top up RM20 you get RM4 worth of free talk time. If you do use iTalkWhoa quite often I would advise you to just top up RM50 immediately. It's not like your credit will expire anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?! I just found out this awesome thing! You can now use your credit to buy things ONLINE! And by online I mean all the TMnet sites listed below. LOL! So cool right? You can buy songs and games! The amount will be deducted from your &lt;a href="http://italkwhoa.com/"&gt;iTalkWhoa &lt;/a&gt;account. Just make sure you have enough credit. Nanti kang insufficient funds, malu je. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypp Tunes (&lt;a href="http://www.hypptunes.com.my/"&gt;www.hypptunes.com.my&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;E-Browse (&lt;a href="http://www.ebrowse.com.my/"&gt;www.ebrowse.com.my&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B-SmartXpress (&lt;a href="http://www.bluehyppo.com.my/"&gt;www.bluehyppo.com.my&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Games Zone (&lt;a href="http://www.hyppgames.com.my/"&gt;www.hyppgames.com.my&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;MUTV online (&lt;a href="http://www.hypp.tv/manutd"&gt;www.hypp.tv/manutd&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to get top up? any shops that that the iTalkWhoa sign! :D So hurry go get your reloads not before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st of Oct 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 9.48pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5948127733110088240?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5948127733110088240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5948127733110088240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5948127733110088240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5948127733110088240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/italkwhoa-is-here-to-stay.html' title='iTalkWhoa is here to stay..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLoF_aPU2_I/AAAAAAAAGTI/A_77sjiCC1c/s72-c/hari-raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-1700662712053944822</id><published>2010-10-13T03:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:44:43.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i had a not so good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><title type='text'>Word!</title><content type='html'>No one likes a know it all. I hate it when you are all talk and no action. Ya feel?! If I was a bold person, I'd tell you to efff off.. But luckily for you I have some patience left in me. You comment about everything. This and that. Not please about this and that. When I let you do it, my gawd it was my worst experience ever. Unless you are planning to cook, please don't comment about how I cook and how I do things when you cooking taste horrible. You comment about the ingredients I use. You know what.. you comment too much. I don't give two effs about your opinion. Go tell someone who really cares or listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to be the bitch. Its hard to coop everything inside. I was thinking you were going to cook. I sprained my wrist I decided to cook something simple that doesn't involves me moving too much. You wanted fried bee hoon. Fine. Not only did you not cook, you came in halfway and started commenting on things. I asked you to cut the cauliflower, you pointed at another person saying you can't do it while the person is occupying the chopping board. I thought you were smart and innovative? End up I had to cut the cauliflower. And then you watch me cook. Halfway almost done you ask me if I needed help. Sure.. what a nice person you are offering your services when its almost done. Thank God I had another helpful friend who may not have cooking experience at least he does his best to lighten my burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wouldn't be easy living with other people. But seriously... Less talk, no work is more bearable than talk a lot and no work done at all. I know you want to study a lot. wtf.. then why do you think I am here for? Learning culinary arts is it? I need to study too right? It's because of my other friends I bear with your comments and continue cooking for you. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't give two flying effs to cook for you. I rather cook for myself. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about all the frustration above. Its just I can't find anywhere to release my anger. I'd do it on facebook but I don't want to be so transparent or else living together would just be harder. Lets just hope he doesn't read my blog. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive in land far far away. Still coping with living with others as you can see. Living with my parents are a breeze compared to this. On the bright side, my parents have just bought their air tickets to come for my graduation next year so... YAY! I can't wait to see my mum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since all I talked about earlier was about my cooking "situation" I guess I might as well just share some pictures of the food I have cooked so far here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Y1aAlLI/AAAAAAAAGR8/nINuxDzz6N0/s1600/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Y1aAlLI/AAAAAAAAGR8/nINuxDzz6N0/s400/DSC05858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527245379482981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5RSPlZ4I/AAAAAAAAGSs/-x_GJk4oI_Q/s1600/DSC06170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5RSPlZ4I/AAAAAAAAGSs/-x_GJk4oI_Q/s400/DSC06170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527246349296560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fried Rice Vermicelli Noodles ala Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5RLdDCEI/AAAAAAAAGSk/a3W4SBwNbxY/s1600/DSC06165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5RLdDCEI/AAAAAAAAGSk/a3W4SBwNbxY/s400/DSC06165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527246347473979458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice with steamed eggs, steam pork with preserved vegetables and stir fried bok choy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5Q4qdEvI/AAAAAAAAGSc/SOarloBHq7s/s1600/DSC05978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS5Q4qdEvI/AAAAAAAAGSc/SOarloBHq7s/s400/DSC05978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527246342429938418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice with onion omelette and ABC soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Z4fSKiI/AAAAAAAAGSU/jsumlsLdHZc/s1600/DSC05975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Z4fSKiI/AAAAAAAAGSU/jsumlsLdHZc/s400/DSC05975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527245397490280994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roast sausages and potatoes with baked beans and stir fried vege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Zi1LD5I/AAAAAAAAGSM/nVlI_Y4vXGM/s1600/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Zi1LD5I/AAAAAAAAGSM/nVlI_Y4vXGM/s400/DSC05878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527245391676510098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken leg and mash potatoes with mushroom sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4ZcG3BfI/AAAAAAAAGSE/cn-0csfl0Jo/s1600/DSC05864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4ZcG3BfI/AAAAAAAAGSE/cn-0csfl0Jo/s400/DSC05864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527245389871646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasting my drumsticks. Noms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Y1aAlLI/AAAAAAAAGR8/nINuxDzz6N0/s1600/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And my dear Felix, sorry I vented out on you. I know I shouldn't be like that when I know you are happy you passed your exams. I'm so sorry. I'm really frustrated with my damn wrist and I don't know why my mood turned bad. Sorry again and congrats on your results. Sorry I am a horrible gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Its the season of sickness in Aber now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 8.45pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Y1aAlLI/AAAAAAAAGR8/nINuxDzz6N0/s1600/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-1700662712053944822?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/1700662712053944822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=1700662712053944822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1700662712053944822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/1700662712053944822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/word.html' title='Word!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TLS4Y1aAlLI/AAAAAAAAGR8/nINuxDzz6N0/s72-c/DSC05858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3893211334649257728</id><published>2010-10-02T01:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:47:26.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Tribute to my idol..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbGOlCPDI/AAAAAAAAGQE/2P2nBcyabd8/s1600/popo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to pay attention in class today. British accent, different methods and worse still, my heart and soul is back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call yesterday that my grandmother had passed away. It came as a blow. Somehow I knew it might happen due to her accident but deep down I was still hoping for the best. If you are in Malaysia, you might have read on the papers about a gas tank explosion in a house in Malacca. My grandmother was injured in the blast. She suffered 1st degree burns but due to her age, there were complications. I'm just glad my mum managed to go back Malaysia in time to see my grandmother before she left Earth. If anything happened to my grandmother, and my mother wasn't there because she was in UK with me, I would never forgive myself. I want to go back to pay my final respects but classes are starting and I knew my grandma would have opposed it even if she was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbGOlCPDI/AAAAAAAAGQE/2P2nBcyabd8/s1600/popo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbGOlCPDI/AAAAAAAAGQE/2P2nBcyabd8/s400/popo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523131786823089202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I was afraid of her. Being my maternal grandmother, she was the strict one compared to my paternal grandmother. Thus I wasn't really close to her until I became much older. The last memory I had of her was on the day before I flew off. She almost cried blaming herself for being old and not being able send me off the next day. I nearly cried because I was so touched by her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbmMnYlAI/AAAAAAAAGQM/bJrS3_aiskE/s1600/DSC03061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbmMnYlAI/AAAAAAAAGQM/bJrS3_aiskE/s400/DSC03061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523132336051885058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My 1st and last camwhore pic with her.&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who knew that when I get back to Malaysia next year after completing my degree, she wouldn't be here anymore. If I knew this was going to happen, I would probably not want to leave Malaysia at all. I am trying to stay positive and try to do well here. I want to do this for her. But as for now, all my thoughts are negative. All I can think about is how I want to go back to Malaysia and just study back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks when I think about my mum being all sad and I am not there to be with her. I hope my mum is fine. I hope this year would swiftly pass me by. I hope that my grandma is up there smiling down on us, with her husband beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYc7GYVo1I/AAAAAAAAGQU/pO63LNN1VXc/s1600/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYc7GYVo1I/AAAAAAAAGQU/pO63LNN1VXc/s400/DSC03061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523133794667045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popo, I wish you are healthy and happy up there. Rest in Peace. You deserve it after being such a strong fighter for your family all these years. I only wished I have half your strength to live this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P Elizabeth Wong&lt;br /&gt;1.10.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for raising such an awesome daughter, my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 6.42pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3893211334649257728?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3893211334649257728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3893211334649257728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3893211334649257728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3893211334649257728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/10/tribute-to-my-idol.html' title='Tribute to my idol..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKYbGOlCPDI/AAAAAAAAGQE/2P2nBcyabd8/s72-c/popo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-2129160055557022158</id><published>2010-09-30T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:48:31.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briefness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>New Beginning!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still remember me, I'm still alive!!!! Been in my uni for a few days now. Definitely different from Malaysia. This will just be a short update because.. well I am lazy. LOL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSfyAaALVI/AAAAAAAAGPM/UCzBs2moBC0/s1600/DSC05250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSfyAaALVI/AAAAAAAAGPM/UCzBs2moBC0/s400/DSC05250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522714724514409810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben says hi too! :D Haven't really taken much pictures in Aberystwyth, Wales. So pictures of me in London will just have to do for now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSgRMgriYI/AAAAAAAAGPU/CkPqqt3nqCI/s1600/DSC05395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSgRMgriYI/AAAAAAAAGPU/CkPqqt3nqCI/s400/DSC05395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522715260339587458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Paul Cathedral's wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJrlvONI/AAAAAAAAGPs/vEyES3Vi8c4/s1600/DSC05257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJrlvONI/AAAAAAAAGPs/vEyES3Vi8c4/s400/DSC05257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716230754973906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eye of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJry5fgI/AAAAAAAAGPk/Vvj33fvq688/s1600/DSC05306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJry5fgI/AAAAAAAAGPk/Vvj33fvq688/s400/DSC05306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716230810172930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Houses of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJahuwkI/AAAAAAAAGPc/GuBPrYx7x4U/s1600/DSC05197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShJahuwkI/AAAAAAAAGPc/GuBPrYx7x4U/s400/DSC05197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716226174763586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be the next Asian Beyonce man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShmIaJJ0I/AAAAAAAAGP0/xNCv5hFdFbE/s1600/DSC05226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKShmIaJJ0I/AAAAAAAAGP0/xNCv5hFdFbE/s400/DSC05226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716719527307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and mum at a 4D show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awesome! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSiJMWCBtI/AAAAAAAAGP8/4DZmdoxagpU/s1600/DSC05138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSiJMWCBtI/AAAAAAAAGP8/4DZmdoxagpU/s400/DSC05138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522717321879226066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhored with Tom Cruise. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So buzz me if your are in UK! I'm living in a house where everyone is a Malaysian. So much for making new friends. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/5 were my classmates back in Brickfields. Lol.. hilarous much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Super trooper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love from UK,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 3.46pm (UK timing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-2129160055557022158?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/2129160055557022158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=2129160055557022158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2129160055557022158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/2129160055557022158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TKSfyAaALVI/AAAAAAAAGPM/UCzBs2moBC0/s72-c/DSC05250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5293640156591482472</id><published>2010-09-18T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:10:38.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briefness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Bon voyage!!</title><content type='html'>It's today. It's tonight. I'm leaving. Here I am sitting, waiting for the time to come for me to go to the airport. I feel strangely quite at ease. Maybe because I haven't really settle in with the fact I am going. I hope I dont cry at the airport. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who have already sent me farewell messages. Thank you to those who is about to send me to the airport as well. Thank you everyone for creating awesome memories with me! I'll be back next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom. HERE I COME! Prepare to be overwhelmed by my awesomeness!! (or the lack of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Flight takes off at 8.25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 4.10pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5293640156591482472?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5293640156591482472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5293640156591482472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5293640156591482472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5293640156591482472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon voyage!!'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7537214255273656112</id><published>2010-09-14T17:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:01:25.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Do you know that...?</title><content type='html'>I bet you didn't know this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied in Brickfields Asia College from my A levels until my 2nd year in LLB (Bachelor of Law). And if you are to google search Brickfields Asia Colleges under images... You will see a picture of me in the 1st page of your search! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516701696074400898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TI9C9r5PRII/AAAAAAAAGO8/6h3ig2KqJvo/s400/bac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.. that is me! (2nd row, 2nd pic from the right) Camwhoring.. *shakes head* What a nice way to promote BAC. ahahaha.. 9th pic out of the top 10 pictures of BAC. Woots... xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516704637496208946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TI9Fo5i2LjI/AAAAAAAAGPE/EVBRL8ixido/s400/meme" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This was me back in 2008&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My my.. time sure flew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! that's all for randomness today. Thank you and goodbye! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkHJ2-zoSB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkHJ2-zoSB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENjoy this song! Dont you think Sam Tsui is so awesome?! Wooot! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dynomite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 4 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 5.43pm..&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/6759734095132443321-7537214255273656112?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7537214255273656112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7537214255273656112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7537214255273656112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7537214255273656112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-know-that.html' title='Do you know that...?'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TI9C9r5PRII/AAAAAAAAGO8/6h3ig2KqJvo/s72-c/bac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-5954771976238030295</id><published>2010-09-11T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:30:34.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dose of reality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TIue7Vl7miI/AAAAAAAAGO0/NhzS-g8Vnfw/s1600/DSC03161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515676910891014690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TIue7Vl7miI/AAAAAAAAGO0/NhzS-g8Vnfw/s400/DSC03161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One more week left in Malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-5954771976238030295?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/5954771976238030295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=5954771976238030295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5954771976238030295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/5954771976238030295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-one-more-week-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TIue7Vl7miI/AAAAAAAAGO0/NhzS-g8Vnfw/s72-c/DSC03161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8575627191109835994</id><published>2010-09-06T18:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:05:40.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving my life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i had a not so good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all in a day&apos;s work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><title type='text'>Storming I-City with Colbie Caillat's Begin Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITKPS_b8KI/AAAAAAAAGOk/owPb19G7XUQ/s1600/DSC04491.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD92GSe_I/AAAAAAAAGOc/8-a-Ttd2iiY/s1600/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD9Tg0LsI/AAAAAAAAGOU/soXPjYqLF0U/s1600/DSC04600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD9Tg0LsI/AAAAAAAAGOU/soXPjYqLF0U/s400/DSC04600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513747301785677506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-City.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen so many awesome pictures taken from that place.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to applaud them photographers.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that place really isn't that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And I paid RM10 to enter that place.&lt;br /&gt;What a rip off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSyfS12Rtgk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSyfS12Rtgk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Begin Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;by Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get you out of the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you out of the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you back to that one time&lt;br /&gt;'cause you and me are still recovering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD710lfgI/AAAAAAAAGN8/RFUd0PedFmc/s1600/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD710lfgI/AAAAAAAAGN8/RFUd0PedFmc/s400/DSC04475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513747276635667970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just try to cool it down&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is feeling like flames&lt;br /&gt;And let's just try to slow it down&lt;br /&gt;We crash when we race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is not the way that it should end&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - I never wanna fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna let you break my own&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I now we said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;That we probably didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;But it's not to late to take them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you say you gonna go&lt;br /&gt;I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD84DcfcI/AAAAAAAAGOM/3N9szcy75H0/s1600/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD84DcfcI/AAAAAAAAGOM/3N9szcy75H0/s400/DSC04571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513747294414732738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I look for you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It's that where my mind always goes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to get to the evening 'cause that's when I want you the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just try to cool it down&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is feeling like flames&lt;br /&gt;And let's just try to slow it down&lt;br /&gt;We crash when we race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is not the way that it should end&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - I never wanna fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna let you break my own&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I now we said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;That we probably didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;But it's not to late to take them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD8SftYHI/AAAAAAAAGOE/Vg8zhkesmPE/s1600/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD8SftYHI/AAAAAAAAGOE/Vg8zhkesmPE/s400/DSC04477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513747284332732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So before you say you gonna go&lt;br /&gt;I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know it now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have known before&lt;br /&gt;How good we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to come back&lt;br /&gt;Or is it really over&lt;br /&gt;If its really over&lt;br /&gt;Then this is not the way that it&lt;br /&gt;Should end its the way it should&lt;br /&gt;Begin its the way it should begin, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD92GSe_I/AAAAAAAAGOc/8-a-Ttd2iiY/s1600/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD92GSe_I/AAAAAAAAGOc/8-a-Ttd2iiY/s400/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513747311069658098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the new couple.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today could make it to the top 5 worst days of my life. I spent 45 minutes rounding Midvalley's car park looking for parking. After 30 minutes, I wanted to give up and cry. First time I want to do things on my own I failed to find parking. The day I decided to grow up and be independent, I lost my parking ticket and had to pay the RM50 penalty. *sighs* I got escorted to my car by the security guard. I don't know whether to be proud I got personal protection or I should be sad I am treated like a convict just because I lost my parking ticket. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this be the LAST bad day in my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Felix, Melody and everyone else who came to my surprise farewell party last Saturday! I can't say thank you enough for planning this and making my dream party come true. Helium balloons, polaroid pictures, cupcakes and awesome company. Thank you!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITKPS_b8KI/AAAAAAAAGOk/owPb19G7XUQ/s1600/DSC04491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITKPS_b8KI/AAAAAAAAGOk/owPb19G7XUQ/s400/DSC04491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513754207953088674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is in the air&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 11 days more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 7.05pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8575627191109835994?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8575627191109835994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8575627191109835994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8575627191109835994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8575627191109835994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/09/storming-i-city-with-colbie-caillats.html' title='Storming I-City with Colbie Caillat&apos;s Begin Again.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TITD9Tg0LsI/AAAAAAAAGOU/soXPjYqLF0U/s72-c/DSC04600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6705528878602989262</id><published>2010-08-31T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:30:15.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i had a not so good day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad stuffies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>What a whole new low..</title><content type='html'>In a previous post I once wrote the signs that you are getting fat. You can read that post *&lt;a href="http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-worst-nightmareone-of.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;* Today I found a mother of all signs that will blow any of the other signs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the "I can't fit in my clothes anymore" signs. That is nothing compared to what I am going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... Today I was shopping, and I decided I needed a new bra because I not only gained weight but grew in size.My old bras make me feel as though I am wearing something that's trying to kill me with a bear hug. So of course I needed a new bra to accommodate my new size (ONE sign definitely to notice to see if you have gained weight. You cant be a bigger size without gaining weight. Its humanly impossible)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, I told the lady the size I used to wear and now because of my weight gain, I have to wear a new size. The lady looked at me and ask me this "Are you pregnant?". WTFFF!! And she looked at my tummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned for a moment. Then with a slightly higher than usual tone I answered her "NO LAH!".. I kept it to myself for about 15 minutes. Then I told my brother who of course laughed out loud immediately. (It's a bad idea to tell your brothers such things)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... Can't it get worse than this???! I have laughed at this countless of times in comedies. But now it has happened to me. AM I REALLY THAT FAT?! FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did that happen today.. I was in Body Shop shopping, and I dropped one of their make up items on the floor and it smashed to bits. I had to pay RM70 for something I can't use. Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;Talk about bad luck eh? For the rest of the day, everytime I touched something my brother would ask me not to touch anything. In fact I dropped another thing but thank God it was made of plastic. T_T  Even my aunt had to tease me about my clumsiness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 18 days more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.19pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6705528878602989262?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6705528878602989262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6705528878602989262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6705528878602989262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6705528878602989262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-whole-new-low.html' title='What a whole new low..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-4757399287870439265</id><published>2010-08-29T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:45:19.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of nothing particular..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of sighs...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences in life'/><title type='text'>Numbered days..</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how children's mind work. How we think how thinks work or why does it work that day. Thus the saying "Children says the darnest thing" is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THpwIqSAnDI/AAAAAAAAGN0/fn1eP7JGPiY/s1600/DSC03880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THpwIqSAnDI/AAAAAAAAGN0/fn1eP7JGPiY/s400/DSC03880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510840388132314162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time in the long journey back to my dad's hometown during the night, I find myself staring at the stars and the moon a lot. I always wonder why are they following me? They would play hide and seek with me sometimes, hiding behind the trees and the clouds but nonetheless, they always somehow appear again no matter where I am. I reasoned that it is because they think I am good company and a good friend thus them following me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, when it rains and I am in the car, I always wondered why it rained and why does the water move upwards as the car moves?.. I reasoned as every other child would reason it. The God is sad, so when He cries, it rains. When He is angry and sad, it would rain accompanied by thunder and lightning. *shy* I have done my share in comforting God and asking Him not to cry. Heh... As for the rain moving up the windscreen, I just thought God enjoyed sucking back all the rain that poured. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts are of course provoked by the thought that my days here in Malaysia are numbered. *sighs*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;午夜香吻 ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 20 days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 10.42pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-4757399287870439265?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/4757399287870439265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=4757399287870439265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4757399287870439265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/4757399287870439265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/numbered-days.html' title='Numbered days..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THpwIqSAnDI/AAAAAAAAGN0/fn1eP7JGPiY/s72-c/DSC03880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-8726343632518805555</id><published>2010-08-26T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:52:46.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>For the nights I can't remember by Hedley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1MeENCvDu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1MeENCvDu0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my emo songs I've listened years back.&lt;br /&gt;This song bring backs old memories.&lt;br /&gt;And it also brings back feelings I felt then.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how songs work.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I am glad to be listening again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For the nights I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hedley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it in the way you would do&lt;br /&gt;When no one else could ever get through&lt;br /&gt;Holding back til I come around&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again you wait for me to comin'&lt;br /&gt;And did you really look my way?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz no one coulda seen this coming&lt;br /&gt;I would never let you down&lt;br /&gt;If I was running back working full time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can and I will and you'll see your hero come running&lt;br /&gt;Over and over tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;If you see me running back&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna try&lt;br /&gt;Because if falling for you girl is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So hold back your tears this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm used to being tired and bloody&lt;br /&gt;But you believed that I could be somebody&lt;br /&gt;You put your world on hold for me&lt;br /&gt;Gave away to follow, feel you through the fire&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know I will&lt;br /&gt;Believe me girl I'm so tired of running&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Stare at you like you've got everything I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can so I will and you'll see your hero come running&lt;br /&gt;Over and over tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;If you see me running back&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna try&lt;br /&gt;Because if falling for you girl is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So hold back your tears this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if I never said to you I was dynamite&lt;br /&gt;And what if I never told you I'm afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;What if I never let you down&lt;br /&gt;And said I'm sorry for the nights I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;What if I never said to you I would try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;(If you see me running back)&lt;br /&gt;And I do wanna try&lt;br /&gt;Because if falling for you girl is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So hold back your tears this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your tears this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : 23 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 11.00am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-8726343632518805555?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/8726343632518805555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=8726343632518805555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8726343632518805555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/8726343632518805555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-nights-i-cant-remember-by-hedley.html' title='For the nights I can&apos;t remember by Hedley'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6749227726689205832</id><published>2010-08-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:00:00.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless gibberings'/><title type='text'>Fireless war..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THPlCTIVdrI/AAAAAAAAGNo/uIo8ppyM6vQ/s1600/girl+in+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508998596861982386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THPlCTIVdrI/AAAAAAAAGNo/uIo8ppyM6vQ/s400/girl+in+rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Pic taken from http://sophistikatemurray.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-catcher.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a war where either way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both parties get hurt, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one wins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;In a night with no light..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: 24 days more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Signing out 12.05am..&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/6759734095132443321-6749227726689205832?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6749227726689205832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6749227726689205832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6749227726689205832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6749227726689205832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireless-war.html' title='Fireless war..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THPlCTIVdrI/AAAAAAAAGNo/uIo8ppyM6vQ/s72-c/girl+in+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-181482097570779390</id><published>2010-08-24T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:42:19.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Fragile life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THKyZrnuMoI/AAAAAAAAGNg/UXhxMcdyVKw/s1600/DSC04042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THKyZrnuMoI/AAAAAAAAGNg/UXhxMcdyVKw/s400/DSC04042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508661448503341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pretty&lt;br /&gt;But so reckless&lt;br /&gt;Slamming yourself against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Risking your life flying near the fan&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will break your pretty wings&lt;br /&gt;May you Rest In Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like the way it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 25 days more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 1.42am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-181482097570779390?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/181482097570779390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=181482097570779390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/181482097570779390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/181482097570779390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/fragile-life.html' title='Fragile life..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THKyZrnuMoI/AAAAAAAAGNg/UXhxMcdyVKw/s72-c/DSC04042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-7295536151508838321</id><published>2010-08-23T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:43:07.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Withered roses..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THJRhYxdFDI/AAAAAAAAGNY/uhC1J9CmNLM/s1600/DSC04030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THJRhYxdFDI/AAAAAAAAGNY/uhC1J9CmNLM/s400/DSC04030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508554928254948402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly so glorious,&lt;br /&gt;Admired by all,&lt;br /&gt;Centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;After its beauty withers away,&lt;br /&gt;It's chucked away.&lt;br /&gt;If it's lucky it will be kept.&lt;br /&gt;But almost always forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aim for the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot for the stars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 26 days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 6.50pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-7295536151508838321?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/7295536151508838321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=7295536151508838321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7295536151508838321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/7295536151508838321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/withered-roses.html' title='Withered roses..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THJRhYxdFDI/AAAAAAAAGNY/uhC1J9CmNLM/s72-c/DSC04030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-3299481611388567766</id><published>2010-08-22T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:37:42.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for the soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>The Ying Ker Lou Review..</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you find yourself hungry and devastated from a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon you go over to Ying Ker Lou Restaurant, in Gardens, Midvalley. It serves very heart warming dishes. The dishes brought smiles to our faces. Food for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzoqzrNAI/AAAAAAAAGNI/bZ87-UxF5cU/s1600/DSC03796+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzoqzrNAI/AAAAAAAAGNI/bZ87-UxF5cU/s400/DSC03796+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508240593029641218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact its almost similar to my mum's cooking, still not as good as my mum but it is still pretty darn good. There is this home cook feeling that comes with the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ker Lou is a restaurant that serves authentic Hakka dishes including Pun Choi (A dish that consist of a variety of food in one pot), Shun Pun Zi (Stir fried yam balls) and Lui Cha (A rice dish mix with vege and nuts with mint sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment was not that bad. Sure it was slightly warm but then again our homes are always slightly warm too no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErmh9O8pI/AAAAAAAAGMA/JmgFPDgcftk/s1600/DSC03683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErmh9O8pI/AAAAAAAAGMA/JmgFPDgcftk/s400/DSC03683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231760201052818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my meal with a good pot of jasmine tea. To soothe oneself. Don't you think the pot is very unique? But due to the shallow pot, the tea got very harsh on the tongue. RM4/person. Depending on type of tea of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErm-svTUI/AAAAAAAAGMI/BADXVyI9R1c/s1600/DSC03691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErm-svTUI/AAAAAAAAGMI/BADXVyI9R1c/s400/DSC03691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231767916498242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nam yu pork slices. Nam yu is a type of fermented tofu that is reddish in colour. It taste a lil saltish thus giving the pork a little tang! Its crispy on the outside soft and chewy on the inside. Very nice chewing sensation in the mouth. Only one thing to criticize about it is that the pork slices they gave were kinda too fat. Would have been awesome if it wasn't too fat. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErnVsYUCI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/-n2HqjyCCvA/s1600/DSC03692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErnVsYUCI/AAAAAAAAGMQ/-n2HqjyCCvA/s400/DSC03692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231774089007138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soupy soft tofu with mince meat. AHh, this my friend is a divine. Maybe because I love tofu and it is not because I am a health freak but generally Asians love tofu. At first it was kind of tasteless, after complaining, we got a better tasting one. It's so good I ate it on its own without rice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErnxbW_zI/AAAAAAAAGMY/Lh-vxGUoArk/s1600/DSC03693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THErnxbW_zI/AAAAAAAAGMY/Lh-vxGUoArk/s400/DSC03693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231781533810482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its so good I have to put two pictures of it here! lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEroLmvw9I/AAAAAAAAGMg/CDYe3l9iPiA/s1600/DSC03694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEroLmvw9I/AAAAAAAAGMg/CDYe3l9iPiA/s400/DSC03694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508231788560892882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger and spring onion fish fillet. Fish fillet was pretty bland. The sauce taste pretty good but somehow the fish did not absorb it's flavours. This was just an OK dish for me. But it looks pretty good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEznGmU_jI/AAAAAAAAGMo/IY2bm_6hMWI/s1600/DSC03705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEznGmU_jI/AAAAAAAAGMo/IY2bm_6hMWI/s400/DSC03705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508240566130114098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steam mince pork with tung choi. Tung choi is a type of preserved vegetable. It has a nice chewy texture. Nice to bite and not to mention, it has a delicious taste to it. Very appetising. This dish requires at least a 15 minute wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the desserts there wasn't much to choose from. Maybe the Hakka don't fancy sweet stuff. In fact their dessert is somewhat... spicy for my taste. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzoRB_ZXI/AAAAAAAAGNA/oH5EnAFKhtw/s1600/DSC03702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzoRB_ZXI/AAAAAAAAGNA/oH5EnAFKhtw/s400/DSC03702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508240586110362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glutinous rice ball and Dragon  fruit in ginger soup. It was so spicy, the 1st sip I took, it went  straight to my ears. Pheeewww! That was some explosive taste. RM6/bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THE-NbJWqfI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/sNg06zwfOJw/s1600/DSC03707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THE-NbJWqfI/AAAAAAAAGNQ/sNg06zwfOJw/s400/DSC03707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508252219597040114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet potato and yam in ginger soup. This is a divine though still too spicy for my liking. Sweet potato was really sweet and the yam gave an interesting texture in the overall dish. Rm6/bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzn66Io0I/AAAAAAAAGM4/f9zVY-H-OkQ/s1600/me+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzn66Io0I/AAAAAAAAGM4/f9zVY-H-OkQ/s400/me+eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508240580171834178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, I left that place a pretty satisfied customer. Overall the dishes we ordered fed 3 of us happily paying about RM37 per person excluding drinks and dessert. Not too bad if you find yourself willing to splurge on some Asian food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ker Lou Restaurant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot S 231 &amp;amp; 232, Second Floor&lt;br /&gt;The Gardens Midvalley City&lt;br /&gt;Lingkaran Syed Putra&lt;br /&gt;59200 Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03-2284 8480.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a tornado meets a volcano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Solitary Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 27 days more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out at 11.31pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-3299481611388567766?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/3299481611388567766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=3299481611388567766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3299481611388567766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/3299481611388567766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/ying-ker-lou-review.html' title='The Ying Ker Lou Review..'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/StySQMfnzII/AAAAAAAAE_g/6L9DqCa654w/S220/DSC00644.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/THEzoqzrNAI/AAAAAAAAGNI/bZ87-UxF5cU/s72-c/DSC03796+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6759734095132443321.post-6547496367494656332</id><published>2010-08-20T14:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:05:58.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Step Up 3Dimension.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG6CO1w4d8I/AAAAAAAAGL4/bmBkpXGmmoU/s1600/step-up-3d-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG6CO1w4d8I/AAAAAAAAGL4/bmBkpXGmmoU/s400/step-up-3d-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507482585782581186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4o_dnpYLI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sEsDheACc6E/s1600/adam+sevani.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Step Up 3D yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I havent. Actually none of us have considering it will be out only next week. LOL! So let me rephrase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan to Step Up 3D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I can safely say, Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up, was plainly awesome just because and because Channing Tatum was in there. Boy, that guy is so gorgeous, I'd dai. Literally dai in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4oMICSVwI/AAAAAAAAGLY/kxWR3MKlwTo/s1600/channing-tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 280px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507383583101310722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4oMICSVwI/AAAAAAAAGLY/kxWR3MKlwTo/s400/channing-tatum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Channing Tatum OMG!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Step Up 2 (to) the streets was equally awesome. The final dance battle in the rain was pure estasy and Robert Hoffman (Chase) is a steal. Bad boy look. Noms! (After scrutinizing the pictures I think Robert Hoffman might actually be more good looking than Channing Tatum! *gasps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4oM4m3mDI/AAAAAAAAGLg/8pRtg9pbT5I/s1600/robert+hoffman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 291px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507383596139649074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4oM4m3mDI/AAAAAAAAGLg/8pRtg9pbT5I/s400/robert+hoffman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Robert Hoffman. *sparkly eyes*&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up 3D. I have nothing to say about the main character. Cant be compared with the other 2 but hopefully after the movie my view of him would change. Drastically I hope. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG6BQaa-2lI/AAAAAAAAGLw/w5Y0o1_xrUc/s1600/rick+malambri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG6BQaa-2lI/AAAAAAAAGLw/w5Y0o1_xrUc/s400/rick+malambri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507481513291078226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: A tight-knit group of New York City street dancers, including Luke (Malambri) and Natalie (Vinson), team up with NYU freshman Moose (Sevani), and find themselves pitted against the world's best hip hop dancers in a high-stakes showdown that will change their lives forever. Written by Walt Disney Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you've already stepped up 2 (to) the street--which many consider the definitive endpoint for stepping up--how do you take it to that next level, really blow some minds? How about having these two (their faces have been obscured to protect the identities of all those involved in Step Up 3D) step it up to the EIFFEL EFFING TOWER! The Step Up series crosses so many international boundaries. We can drop the UN and just keep making these dancing movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: Step Up 4 the Moon. Dancing in low gravity is the freshest." taken from www.iwatchstuff.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4o_dnpYLI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sEsDheACc6E/s1600/adam+sevani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 262px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507384465068482738" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gsIiVHsD5o/TG4o_dnpYLI/AAAAAAAAGLo/sEsDheACc6E/s400/adam+sevani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will be looking forward to seeing Moose (Adam Serani). At least he is cute! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a pair of tickets from Xiangcool.com courtesy of Adverlets for a premiere screening on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;: §oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě ::&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out 9.42pm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6759734095132443321-6547496367494656332?l=kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/feeds/6547496367494656332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6759734095132443321&amp;postID=6547496367494656332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6547496367494656332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6759734095132443321/posts/default/6547496367494656332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristine-tells-it.blogspot.com/2010/08/step-up-3dimension.html' title='Step Up 3Dimension.'/><author><name>§oŁЇtǺ®ÿ ®o§ě</name><email>noreply@blogger.
