<?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-5983752087339600274</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:35:39.923+08:00</updated><category term='the party is nonstop'/><category term='summer obsession'/><category term='memories'/><title type='text'>..FlirtyandLust..</title><subtitle type='html'>like water for chocolate meets sex and the city.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-5548563161436447353</id><published>2008-02-20T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:15:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PMS = Psychotic Mood Sinks.. whatever that means, but it's a nerve-wrecking! I've been like in a cranky-grumpy attitude all day long. Felt like turn myself into somekind of old-menopause bitch who hasn't had any sex for century! if you know how it feels, slap me hard - I really need to get myself in center!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My brain doesn't functioning well. Thought it's kinda a numbness-symptoms that wallop me into pieces as I'm ruptured by the sense of solitude night, added up by missing things which consume you hard enough til' you barely even breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jibbering, as what I'm doing right now, might be the sole remedy for my hideous-forlorn night. Isn't that pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know. Life's a BITCH for you to confront with, but this is definitely something that you have to deal for the rest of your pathethic life, isnt it? Sounds nasty, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's hard enough as it is. Not willing to explore how bad could the pain will be by adding up the real pain to my whole body, couldn't my day be any worse?!!?! My neck and my back, they're all killing me like crazy. Cramp all over my body just truly make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yea, whatever...... Probably that's the most suitable word for what I've been thru today. Is this the feeling of loneliness or is this the feeling of rigidity to keep myself not missing him???? How hard could it be to actually kept yourself from gone astray? Hard enough baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-5548563161436447353?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/5548563161436447353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=5548563161436447353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5548563161436447353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5548563161436447353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/pms-psychotic-mood-sinks.html' title=''/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-687546209573310483</id><published>2008-02-20T09:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:31:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since my last blog ever.. right? Life has been quite cranky and wonderful at the same time.. Not to be mentioned that I start to hate my job and I failed the accounting subjects which caused me "International Student at Academic Risk". Isn't it horrible???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will be stupid enough if I dont drop my accounting, which I did! I changed the major to marketing, which hopefully will be more fun... *fingers cross*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWSFLASH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The epiphany of harsh reality which actually brings more happiness in my life, has been constructed my emotion-degradation lately. To know that you had spent most of your precious time with someone which wasnt worth while, brings you heaps of joy and excitement as you find the new one.. He's my new excitement! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;....and this is how the story goes (I officially announced to make this new relationship publicly-known)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dont believe in things called "Coincidence" when things, somehow, are just made up to be that way. I believe myself in FATE. Two strangers out of nowhere, with a whole different range of mates and dates, not even a clue of who was she/he, end up to be together as a friend, close friend, no-string-attached partner, and of course, boyfriend-girlfriend. Now you believe in faith?? I DO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A gig, most likely to be a perfect "match-making" world for those who are single. But in fact, I was quite unavailable as most of you know.. "The slot has been taken"! But still, it doesn't close up the possibilty for you to meet up or even to exchange phone number with those bloke with a cutey-tushy. (((: I know it sounds horrible, but the hell with it! And I think it's quite normal for you to actually adore someone else when you're with someone else.. I'm only HUMAN darling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And there's this guy, with the most exageratted-outfit, the most eye-striking-hair-do I've ever seen in my entire life. (I found him quite amusing.. and it kinda strike me). But there wasn't even a lil-drop of thoughts or the smallest part of me willing to know him or whatsoever. But yeah, it was FATE who actually brought me to him. Oh wait a minute.. it wasn't FATE, it was JESSICA! rofl. (I know my jokes are dry, but at least laugh on it. or FAKE it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This Jessica girl, I wasn't actually looking at her, inspite the fact that I was ,strongly agree, staring blankly like a stoned mullet at her friend who actually the guy with the exageratted-outfit, the most eye-striking-hair-do. Let's just call him "The-striking-guy". Anyways, yep I wasn't looking at her, but the guy was standing right behind her, so it might make my eyes pointed directly at her... So there she was, throwing me her friendly smile, which caught me into attention, so yea... I smiled back at her (I'm friendly, you KNOW!!!). She offered her hands, and shouted her name out loud, and fortunately I heard it and quite remembered it. And I shouted my name back.... Well I'm not sure that she heard it. And then we just split-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The second phase, I bumped into her again. And yeah she smiled at me again, either it's because she's friendly or in fact that I was actually half drunk and couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut and felt so hyper that kept me smilling, so she kinda forced to smile. Who knows honey..! After a while, maybe she kinda realized that I'm actually keep on staring at "The-striking-guy". Then she literally dragged "The-striking-guy" to me and introduced me to him... and I was like. "Wow, she can read my mind or did I say it out loud??". I was quite drunk to actually remember his name or even to hear his voice. So whatever, good luck with it!.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The third phase, I couldn't even possibly stand on my on feet where I need Liying to be my guidance to the bar, to the toilet, or even to recognize people from uni. But I just kept wondering, why on earth would I be able to recognize "The-striking-guy" where there was time where I didn't actually recognized my boyfriend.. (Ooops. my EX-Boyfriend). It's kinda a thrill, wasn't it? So I braven up myself to ask for a picture with him. I forgot his name, so I tapped on his shoulder and practically mimic-ing my mouth for a word "PHOTO" and "PICTURE" with all those hands motion. And he was like.. "Ok.. Yeaa..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wait a second.. I might have the picture! Hold on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168883959370347794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/R7uQkzt79RI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oLOk_9HoZf8/s320/Edo+jaman+dahulu.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There it goes. Everytime I look at this picture, I was like "Hello stranger, who the heck are you?" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But who cares anyway.!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the helluva party, I don't have any thoughts to actually know this guy. But, miraculously, (I'd say that..) it happened. I was browsing thru' friendster when all of sudden I saw a thumbnail of someone else's profile which has a quite similar colours with all the photos that I took from the party at the previous night. So I thought it might be someone that I could possibly met at the party. And there it was, the profile of "The-striking-guy" who has a name of "Reynaldo Vircansa Chairul"..... It's a typical me, eventho' I do not know who the hell he was, I kept adding him for my fs anyways. What I thought is, "I met you and we introduced ourself.. So whether you remember or not, I dont care! i'll add you anyway! (((:" I know.. weird me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After few days, there's a msg from this guy. Asking me.. "hi, do I know you? Have we met before? You look familiar." And I was like, in my own thoughts. "Hell yea mister. Cant you see on my photos. You're there!"...but it didn't come out that way when I replied his msg. "Yep we met before. At the party at Docks Hotel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And there where all the things start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We exchange our msn address.. chatting all night long. Talking about silly stuff which wasnt quite important yet couldnt get us to stop eventho it's LATE! And it continues for a while. But still I havent realize the spark that I like him. Well in fact, I was still with my EX and I remembered he's in a relationship with someone else. It dissapointed me a lil bit, but "Oh..well!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It continues for months and months....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it's just exploded on NYE!.. My EX left me behind on NYE to Melbourne to, frankly, met up with his "SEPHIA".. (for those who doesn't know what "sephia" means.. It's actually the "OTHER" girl!). What a bastard!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I joined up Edo for the NYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went out to a bar, called ....... (hmmm I forgot!). We spent hours there.. We drank 5 different drinks, and the last one was horrible. It has Red Bull in it! I CANT TAKE RED BULL! It's just a horrible feeling, because the next thing you know, I couldnt breathe properly, and my heart beats so fast like it wanna drop off! Anyways, it was almost 4 in the morning where I have to catch a flight on 7 in the morning, so I only had 3 hours left. I was practically walk fast to the bus stop with Edo and Ronald (One of his friends that went out that night..). And I just couldn't find the bus, since there wasn't any bus to my place after 2 o'clock in the fucking morning on NYE!.. How great could that be!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Edo was offering himself to come along with me on the bus just to drop me home. Which he didn't because I refused the offer. That's when I realized that I kinda like him. But, I was still in denial! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the CNY, I went to Melbourne to catched up my Ex, which I believe now it's a fucking mistake.. Because I believe if I didn't go there I will have more time with Edo. hihi.. No matter how far we're apart, "unintentionly" I kept on msging him while I was away, and most likely to report stuff to him of what I've been doing and so on and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Earlier on NYE, I asked him to accompany me to UTS to take care of my summer course withdrawal. He told me that UTS might close due to the New Year. But I wasn't quite sure, so I gave it a try. He was actually like 100% sure that it might close, but he didn't convince me about it just to got out with me.. (Naughty you!).. Apparently yea.. It was CLOSED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's quite a complicated and a long story. So a whole page won't be enough for me to tell you in details of what's going on before me and edo are bf-gf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went out quite a lot after New Year, we held hands, we kissed (which wasn't appropriate. But the hell with it!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been cheated on twice, so let's call it EVEN ladies and gentleman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was quite a thrill, and yep baby, "You're my new excitement!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it's officially announced, we tied the knot on 23rd January 2008! (fyi.. no doves to be released and no bouquet to be thrown! ok?? ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yea.. The slot has been taken, officially, by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reynaldo Vircansa Chairul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the case closed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-687546209573310483?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/687546209573310483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=687546209573310483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/687546209573310483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/687546209573310483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-while-since-my-last-blog-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/R7uQkzt79RI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oLOk_9HoZf8/s72-c/Edo+jaman+dahulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6179012883379487304</id><published>2007-10-31T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:50:49.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127466414812464242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RyhriaykhHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HlMNEjux_YQ/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31 October, the day when people in olden days believe that it was the arising of the evil spirit, which I find quite amusing. But these days, people tend to having so much fun out of it. Fun? It's kinda strike me.. Did I say fun? Is it fun for people who sat there all alone, stressing over exam on a friggin halloween day? surely hell do *sarcastic*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 10 kids knocking on the front door, dressed up as a witch, pirates, and some random characters which I dont think it's exist.. Well not all of them were kids, there was 1 man appears as a pirates which to me seems retarded rather than cute. However, it's exciting to really feel how halloween suppose to be spend. "Trick-or-treat??" I actually didn't really have the "halloween-preparation" , so it's kind of surprising when those kids knock on your door saying those a-must-words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally have nothing to give to them, I decided to give them all my chewing gums which I dont know when is the expiry date. Hope they wont get the Montezuma's revenge a.k.a diarrhea ((: *finger cross* Sorry for the late confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans of close-to-nerdism-university-rookie seems out of reach. We (Denise, Liying, Michael,etc) was actually planned to have our own Halloween party or at least crash into other's party. Yet the outcome, we were sitting at home, do nothing, went online or even blogging (pathetic me), and stressing over our exam. Good for michael, finished all the friggin insearch and ready for a long hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff.. but......maybe we do have our halloween liying. The point of having halloween is actually to be scared, right? Well I am scared. Scared of the exams, on the 31st of October. We're having our halloween party!! lofl. huff. so frustrating. It seems hard to cheer up yourself. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween suppose to be spend with friends, horror movies or parties. But none of it were done. No friends, no parties, no horror movies. Umph actually I did watch horror movie today, well a suppose-horror movie. Watched 1480 with steve, thought it was going to scare the hell out of us, yet it's just some kind of twisted-supernatural thingy, even the ghost more likely to look as the psycho on scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some kind of halloween-horror-movie in advance. It was last week on Sunday, at Liying's house when her sister wasn't there. We watched the Ammityville Horror and it's based on a true story. It's kinda creepy, not to mention what happened. (i'll just keep it for myself...) But we did having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I actually say fun AGAIN??? ok, I should stop exageratting my dullness-halloween day by making it sounds so excited and FUN. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6179012883379487304?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6179012883379487304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6179012883379487304&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6179012883379487304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6179012883379487304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/dull-halloween.html' title='Dull halloween'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RyhriaykhHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HlMNEjux_YQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6844184727961902273</id><published>2007-10-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:41:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'standard' isnt that standard after all</title><content type='html'>Contemplation of the regulation on a piece of paper seems to pull out the soul off of me. It's nothing to be worried about, yet something to bear in mind that people need an easy life rather than a stupid simple life. That's what he, the big-fat-ass-ugly asr lecturer once said. smart people around me seems dont take that much affection on my struggling days facing  the day of judgement, which was quite screwed. Hours had been spent, 'words' have said too much, no more tears to be shed. 5 simple questions yet deep and complicated seems to take my soul away little-by-little as i'm struggling and dragging myself into this. the nitty-gritty of standard itself brought up to an enigma which impugn the true meaning of standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling on a piece of paper to save up the possibility to pass one subject had been such a torturing moment for us, denise and liying. We've been dragging ourselves into somekind of endless excruciating world where we couldn't even see the entrance. Am I being too dramatic?? Maybe yes in some kind of way, but do people usually cry? do people usually babelling on what has come for them? yes they do. And it is not something that I do just to encourage myself to believe that the world is unfair, which i usually do, yet it's just something to do with the exemplifying of being on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination might be one of the biggest issue here, as I'm mastering it. Days pass through along with the responsibility as a student, yet I haven't score much for myself on it. Thought it will be easy for me to get through, yet the hope seems to fading away. It's true when regret comes at last. Isn't it nuisance to know the fact that you are basically just hopeless on a point where you are close enough to dissapoint people who really count on you, who put their hopes on you? Maybe it's wise enough for not hoping or give hopes unrestrainedly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm being over-reacted, yet this things seems to killing me. Facing the "news-flash" when it is close enough to see that you are going to fail it's scary. Know that I've been pushing myself to stand tall and face it for I have the guts to take it at the first place, makes me feel so intimidated by my own thoughts. and yep reality bites. You always thought that things come easy on you, and you just can't accept the facts that shit does happen. It seems I'm playing another cinderella on my own, and when the time strikes midnight, it welcomes me to face the harsh real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a whiney and a complete brat, who always expect things come easy on me. But who doesn't??? )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6844184727961902273?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6844184727961902273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6844184727961902273&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6844184727961902273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6844184727961902273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/standard-isnt-that-standard-after-all.html' title='&apos;standard&apos; isnt that standard after all'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-974786667043563206</id><published>2007-10-18T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:51:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Anniversary Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SHOUT OUT TO LIYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry about your phone.. I know how it feels. I've been there and done that. Just believe, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"whatever goes around, comes around"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;22 September 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the date of our anniversary. But it is unfortunate that we couldnt be together at that time. Steve was at Jakarta, while me stuck here at Sydney having my assignment. So yesterday was the payback time. We arranged a dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"China Doll",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a restaurant which belongs to Steve's teacher. So we did get a VIP service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxcltcvrf3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/EsGvqpfzOo8/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604563897745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxcltcvrf3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/EsGvqpfzOo8/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first they recommended us a list of cocktails... For 19 years I have never drink a martini, so yesterday was the perfect time for me to have one.. and such a coincidence, the waiter did recommended me to have a glass of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rose and Lemongrass Martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is absolutely good! I saw the price, it was $13 per glass, but I do not care less, I ordered another one... As soon as I finished the second glass, I was ready to order the third glass, but Steve insist for me not to drink any of the martini after the second glass. Frankly speaking, I can feel the body heat, and it was suddenly became so hot. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxcltsvrf4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/iqKhnteN48s/s1600-h/DSC00400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604568192712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxcltsvrf4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/iqKhnteN48s/s400/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After such a wonderful martini, Steve ordered the entree which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Seafood Dumpling with Scallop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And it was soooo damn good! Even now, I'm drooling just to imagine how the food was last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxclt8vrf5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/aO3oa5j-6U4/s1600-h/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604572487679890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxclt8vrf5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/aO3oa5j-6U4/s400/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For the main course, we ordered &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crispy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pork Belly w Chilli Caramel &amp;amp; Nam Pla Phrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [whatever it is], it was good, but for me it was too salty. The pork and the sauce.. Yet taste good. But not as good as the dumpling!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxcluMvrf6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZPoi4u7TCvg/s1600-h/DSC00404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604576782647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxcluMvrf6I/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZPoi4u7TCvg/s400/DSC00404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, we also ordered &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Penang Curry of Braised Wagu Beef Shin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This one taste so good. I love it. The meat was so soft, the sauce was spicy enough for me yet too spicy for Steve. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxclucvrf7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/2LI8R3vGlDA/s1600-h/DSC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604581077614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxclucvrf7I/AAAAAAAAAwE/2LI8R3vGlDA/s400/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After we finished our food, the waiter said that there's something for us. It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Caramel Roasted Pears w Tiger Beer Ice Cream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;You may think the Ice Cream might taste weird because of the beer, but trust me, you want it for more!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, yesterday was such an unforgetable moment. Inspite of it was our 1st Anniversary Dinner, but the restaurant, the food, the drinks, the service... It was all good. I can't wait for another martini there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-974786667043563206?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/974786667043563206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=974786667043563206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/974786667043563206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/974786667043563206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-anniversary-dinner.html' title='1st Anniversary Dinner'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxcltcvrf3I/AAAAAAAAAvk/EsGvqpfzOo8/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4120645016071679675</id><published>2007-10-18T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:36:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiama trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;14 October 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a clear sunny day, a perfect time for a lil' bit of journey. We [Steve, Denise, Michael, Liying and Sella] decided to have a little car ride to Kiama. This journey took us approximately 2 hours non-stop. Thought it was going to be awfully boring and so, yet it wasn't. The fact is, we slept all the way to Windang, our first stop, except for Steve and Michael, or else, who's going to drive. Right?? might as well just sleep at home. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started our journey to Eastgarden to have our breakfast. We ate McDonalds [what a surprise. *sarcastic*] This is the car which made things happen. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3L8vrf2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/MIUla0Mv-H4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553410837249890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3L8vrf2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/MIUla0Mv-H4/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the girls were sleeping along the way, so we didn't know much what happen along the journey. I managed to catch a picture before I totally "soul-less". :)) As soon as we reach the destination, the speedometer showed a great number... "77777".. my lucky number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3FsvrfxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/CTABMhQpvbE/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553303463067410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3FsvrfxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/CTABMhQpvbE/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We arrived at Windang beach, the sun was so glaring, yet I still felt cold from the wind. But after a while, I don't feel the cold anymore. I was covered with excitement. Pictures and more pictures! I love my new camera...... And the macroshot does look good, doesn't it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3FsvrfyI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_ipm8PiKbZ4/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553303463067426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3FsvrfyI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_ipm8PiKbZ4/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All of us were playing at the beach, yet this lonely girl just sat there do nothing but taking pictures of her feet. Yep, I do agree I wont be able to beat her narcissm in any kind of level. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still she looks cute and gorgeous in any kind of angle.. I joined her for a while, then asked her to walk around the beach with me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3F8vrfzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ssriTcKzRSI/s1600-h/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553307758034738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3F8vrfzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ssriTcKzRSI/s400/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We decided to take a picture, the view there was sooooo amazing. I'll give you $1000 if you can find this kind of view at Jakarta. lol. The view was breathtaking. These are some last shot before we left Windang beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3F8vrf0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/VWZM9MlXQ7g/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553307758034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3F8vrf0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/VWZM9MlXQ7g/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3GMvrf1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/VN6tZDSXs1s/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553312053002066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3GMvrf1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/VN6tZDSXs1s/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right before we leave, this family caught my attention. The father is the surf-livesafer. He has 3 kids. two of them around the same age, and the other one is the youngest of all, which is super cute... They all trying to play a sand-surf. The bigger brothers were so excited to play and sometimes they argued for the board. But this youngest brother, he didn't seem to bother about the board or anything else. What he did was, he jumped off from the top of the sand, and landed with his face. lol. it was so funny!! I know it sounds harsh, but if you were there, you'll laugh your ass off. I had the video of them, but it's just too big. It's 12mb... Is there anyone know or have the software to compressed the video?? let me know if you do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2ssvrfsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZJuZ00JGMIo/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552873966337730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2ssvrfsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ZJuZ00JGMIo/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the beach, we went to the lake nearby.. It is called Lake Illawara. The lake was shallow, there was a lot of small fish, and lots of jellyfish around. You do know what jellyfish is right?? Unless you are mike.. (he knows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lake was good and we took lots of pictures there.. Start from inside the lake itself, the docks around the lake, even between all those tall grasses which makes us looks like in the middle of jungle. lol. Enough with the talking, let the picture tells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2s8vrftI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uqv04GMs8gg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552878261305042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2s8vrftI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uqv04GMs8gg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2s8vrfuI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dIRawpF8TCM/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552878261305058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2s8vrfuI/AAAAAAAAAuc/dIRawpF8TCM/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2tMvrfvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_mCrjSTd8ro/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552882556272370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2tMvrfvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_mCrjSTd8ro/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2tMvrfwI/AAAAAAAAAus/7fUj4VsX7cI/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552882556272386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2tMvrfwI/AAAAAAAAAus/7fUj4VsX7cI/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I never knew that my boyfriend, somehow, can be so narcist. Even more than me.. lol. Here's some of his pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2McvrfnI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9i3UnidNuMg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552319915556466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2McvrfnI/AAAAAAAAAtk/9i3UnidNuMg/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This guy, you dont have to ask about anything. I can assure you that he's 100% narcist!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for him, it took more than 10 pictures to get a perfect one. So steve spend almost half an hour just to take a couple of shot of this guy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2McvrfoI/AAAAAAAAAts/9rnLBSsDggU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552319915556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2McvrfoI/AAAAAAAAAts/9rnLBSsDggU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But no one can beat the nature of our narcissm.. Even on our way to the car park, we managed to take this couple of jumping shot. And it took us like.... 5 mins to get the perfect one. It's in our&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; We didn't even have to try so hard, it happened just like that!! (*fingersnap*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2MsvrfpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vdS_2gejozg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552324210523794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2MsvrfpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/vdS_2gejozg/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently the boys felt left behind. They tried to follow our style.. See how the outcomes are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. it was partly successful. Steve jumped with an X shape yet Mike made a straight line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. unsuccessful. They haven't even jump. But you should see their facial expression. Constipated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. unsuccessful. Mike managed to jumped, and Steve managed to scared a little kid away. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. they gave up and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. tried to give another try, yet still unsuccessful. Mike looks retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Final Attempt.. thank GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCCESSFUL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2MsvrfqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QF54AMoTzkU/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552324210523810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2MsvrfqI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QF54AMoTzkU/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steve didnt feel so satisfy of his jumping picture with Mike. He chose a solo career. See how it became.. Lmao! &lt;strong&gt;"Let's chased the little kid and do some kind of ballet move to make it more graceful"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2M8vrfrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RddzYQ_G6S0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122552328505491122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb2M8vrfrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RddzYQ_G6S0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; From all of the stupidity there, Li Ying managed to make a &lt;strong&gt;"Piece of Nature"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so good at taking pictures. She knows which angle is the best and which shot suits for this and that.... She should be taking photography rather than accounting! lol. You cant shot numbers liying!! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1g8vrfiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/F9_Xc4akzSg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122551572591246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1g8vrfiI/AAAAAAAAAs8/F9_Xc4akzSg/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Left the Windang beach and Lake Illawara, headed to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow Hole&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; (Mike, it's the opposite of Blow JOB. :p). Last time I went here, I didnt have the chance to see the blow hole. Because that time, the day was "wind-less". But this time such a great timing to see the blow hole.. The wind blew so hard, and the waves were bigger than the one at Bondi. Anyway, maybe some of you dont know what blow hole is... Well it is a formation of rock above the see, and it has a hole in the middle of the formation. And the hole is the closest point to the water, so everytime the waves come, it burst out form the whole and make some kind of huge splash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hMvrfjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KSmuqZHrTxs/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122551576886214194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hMvrfjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KSmuqZHrTxs/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; After blowhole, we decided to have our lunch there. We found place and started our picnic. We brought steak and salad. We ate for about an hour. We sat directly under the sun, so it was really hot, and i got a weird uneven tan on my leg! Hate it!!!! Luckily it's fading away now. But you still can see.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch was over, time for PICTURESS!!! we took quite a lot of pictures here. And there was picture of Steve piggyback me. and Mike piggyback Steve and Me! how cool is that.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hcvrfkI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EH3q1G1WhOM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122551581181181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hcvrfkI/AAAAAAAAAtM/EH3q1G1WhOM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hcvrflI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zxBS0YSJX4Y/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122551581181181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hcvrflI/AAAAAAAAAtU/zxBS0YSJX4Y/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Took off from blow hole, we headed to Wollongong to see the biggest temple which I forgot the name is. The temple was huge.. And these are some pictures at the temple. There were funny pictures here.. Me, Steve and Mike were pretending as a Kungfu master, and showing off our own style. &lt;strong&gt;[Mike - Wong Fei Hung; Denise - Eagle; Steve - Monkey style]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hsvrfmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lDRDCQmOkzo/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122551585476148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb1hsvrfmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/lDRDCQmOkzo/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were quite a number of a small kid statues outside the temples with varies of style. We decided to pick one of the statue and imitate the style.. Here's the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0fMvrfeI/AAAAAAAAAsc/CNvgY8wZF2U/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122550443014847970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0fMvrfeI/AAAAAAAAAsc/CNvgY8wZF2U/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Moving forward, we went to another temple which has 5 different Buddha, with 5 different hand style.. and here we are trying to imitate the statues... :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;BUDDHA BLESS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0f8vrffI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hDIjq7vDPwk/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122550455899749874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0f8vrffI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hDIjq7vDPwk/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0gMvrfgI/AAAAAAAAAss/GxGnP0SjGAc/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122550460194717186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0gMvrfgI/AAAAAAAAAss/GxGnP0SjGAc/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On our way to car, since the temple closed already, Liying found her longlost friends.. The squirell was there holding a stick, and Liying couldn'e help herself but to join her friends. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0gsvrfhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xwfaNuo77i8/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122550468784651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb0gsvrfhI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xwfaNuo77i8/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We totally never give up the style.. We tried to do our jumping shot together. It was really hard, because everytime we tried to took with autoshot, the picture will always kind of weird. Sometimes we jumped too fast and too slow. Lucky these shots were good. Well not all of them, but at least one or two pictures.. Satisfy enough guys??? the answer is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzzsvrfcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/keGel2WCHUE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122549695690538434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzzsvrfcI/AAAAAAAAAsM/keGel2WCHUE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You might not be able to see the pictures clearly... Let me tell you what's going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. all of jumped except for Michael (dummy).. FAILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. we were holding hand, and the picture snapped right before we jumped. FAILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. it was successful but not with the style that STEVE wanted. And i hurt my arms!! Steve jumped too high, and got my hand pulled by him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. It was a great success, we got the style, and look at steve's style.. he's trying to do the egyptian style.. and managed to blocked my view.! idiot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wise man says : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Narcissm doesn't kill you! thou shall took more!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzIsvrfZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1tt59QDox_g/s1600-h/NARCISM+DOESNT+KILL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122548956956163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzIsvrfZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1tt59QDox_g/s320/NARCISM+DOESNT+KILL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done with our trip, we closed the day with dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Lowenbrau - The Rocks.&lt;/strong&gt; There, they always perform a show which started at 8 p.m. every single day. They held a drinking competition, and also a dancing competition. It's not an ordinary dancing competition. You have to dance the German's national dance, the one with swapping hats from each other head. And it gets faster and faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carried away by the show, we decided to order the beer ourselves. And steve ordered the food which is quite big. It was all &lt;strong&gt;PORK&lt;/strong&gt;. Never know that GERMANY loves PORK. lol. There were, barbeque pork, pork sausages, pork knuckle. But it tasty and we &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And about the beer, Liying drank up the whole beer, followed by Mike Sparrow, and Steve.. from the picture itself you can tell how drunk he was. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzJ8vrfaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/X_uH9c_sTUY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122548978430999970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzJ8vrfaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/X_uH9c_sTUY/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way back home, this Michael seems so hard to control himself for narcism.. So here's another scene for him! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzK8vrfbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Dt0Ui0HwWIs/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122548995610869170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RxbzK8vrfbI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Dt0Ui0HwWIs/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the end of the story, we were so exhausted and really need to sleep. So goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4120645016071679675?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4120645016071679675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4120645016071679675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4120645016071679675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4120645016071679675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/kiama-trip.html' title='Kiama trip...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rxb3L8vrf2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/MIUla0Mv-H4/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2603576741493589075</id><published>2007-10-09T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:57:43.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of my 10 days break.. *sob*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**UNDER CONSTRUCTION**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2603576741493589075?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2603576741493589075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2603576741493589075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2603576741493589075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2603576741493589075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-my-10-days-break-sob.html' title='Last day of my 10 days break.. *sob*'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2839654277918655840</id><published>2007-10-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:56:52.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding (David's~06.10.07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**UNDER CONSTRUCTION**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2839654277918655840?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2839654277918655840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2839654277918655840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2839654277918655840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2839654277918655840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-davids061007.html' title='The Wedding (David&apos;s~06.10.07)'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6335098345601065724</id><published>2007-10-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:54:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Noodle ala Denise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the pictures of my 10 days break at Jakarta will be available soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm editing those pictures now. Pinky-promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recipe for today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rwue87Uv2tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HVNbweVF_Fw/s1600-h/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119360170990754514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rwue87Uv2tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HVNbweVF_Fw/s400/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dedication on rattatouile  "Everyone can COOK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RECIPE OF NOODLE ALA DENISE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;200gr of Hokkien noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;200gr of bacon (cut into small square pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 red capsicum (cut into small square pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 carrot (cut into thin layers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1tbs of garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1tbs of chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ heat up the wok with oil on it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~throw in the garlic, wait until it turns golden brown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~put chilli, then stir~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~put the bacon in, wait for a while. stir it slowly. wait about 3-5 mins~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~put the capsicum and carrot in. stir~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~once it cooked, take it from the wok to a plate. Leave a little bit to keep the oil on the wok~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~put the hokkien noodle inside the wok. and stir~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~after a while, pour the bacon and everything inside the wok again. stir slowly~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~it's time for salt and pepper~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~then you may taste it. and please feel free to add up more salt or pepper~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cooking is about stir and stir. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and please feel free to add up some suggestion to make it tastier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;liying, enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6335098345601065724?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6335098345601065724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6335098345601065724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6335098345601065724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6335098345601065724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/10/noodle-ala-denise.html' title='..Noodle ala Denise..'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rwue87Uv2tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HVNbweVF_Fw/s72-c/DSC00155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-5524017573592460779</id><published>2007-09-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:15:59.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first movie of Steve's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this clip, Steve will act as the retarded nerd guy. He was waiting for the traffic light when suddenly there's this hot chicks (Phia) stood right beside him. Then Steve started to daydreaming, pictured himself dancing with the girl in a private party.... Wanna know how it goes..?? Have a look at this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this video created by: Ms. Astrid Angeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uGJTJ5q-AA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0uGJTJ5q-AA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-5524017573592460779?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/5524017573592460779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=5524017573592460779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5524017573592460779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5524017573592460779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-movie-of-steves.html' title='The first movie of Steve&apos;s'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-9066137707252381230</id><published>2007-09-07T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:10:19.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Maria and Harold..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the slideshow that I made for Steve's sister's wedding.. so any comments, suggestions will be highly appreciate.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy the show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ7w3s23tO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ7w3s23tO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-9066137707252381230?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/9066137707252381230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=9066137707252381230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/9066137707252381230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/9066137707252381230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/09/dedicated-to-maria-and-harold.html' title='Dedicated to Maria and Harold..'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-407288664258605232</id><published>2007-09-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:24:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 26th of August, the sky was clear, the heat was unbearable. Me, Liying, Joshua and Adrian planned to go the Malaysia Festival that day at Darling Harbour. I was so excited just to imagine me eating nasi lemak. *sllrpp.. yummie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met up around 12+ at the market city. It was so hot, so I decided to buy 1 big cocoa locco with cream and caramell.. taste soo goodd!! and it's totally refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walk all the way from market city to darling harbour under the super hot sun makes me kinda lost the mood to go.. but after I saw the crowd at there, it's lighten up my mood again. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a mamak store, there they sold nasi lemak and satay and everything... We decided to queue, and it's super long. It took us like 45 mins to queue there, and to wait for another 40 mins for nasi lemak bcause there's some kind of problem with the rice cooker or something.. ishh, annoying! So Joshua ordered the nasi lemak and decided to wait for it, and also ordered 1 dozen of beef satay, and 1 dozen of chicken satay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105601420809099810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9cQwOWiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YlZ4H6AyGhM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the malaysia festival*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLDwwOWnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JKEHOSvm0To/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105616393065093746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLDwwOWnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JKEHOSvm0To/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*me and joshua*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLEQwOWoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/jX2aJuE7OpM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105616401655028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLEQwOWoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/jX2aJuE7OpM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Joshua and Liying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLEwwOWpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LVcaMvl2B4E/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105616410244962962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtrLEwwOWpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LVcaMvl2B4E/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Liying and Me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9cwwOWjI/AAAAAAAAApY/RgAHOSnSMYg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105601429399034418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9cwwOWjI/AAAAAAAAApY/RgAHOSnSMYg/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look at joshua's face.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then when we're queueing, there's this guy came approach me and said, "wow you're HOT.. can i take picture with you.??" ...... joking! lol. He's the IT guy that I met couple of weeks ago. His name is Nickolas Lim, he's funny, he's bullyable, and currently, he's in love with Mcd girl! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9dAwOWkI/AAAAAAAAApg/tbWXTOQNSNU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105601433694001730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9dAwOWkI/AAAAAAAAApg/tbWXTOQNSNU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *who's hotter??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9dgwOWlI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZfJR10G2ymk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105601442283936338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9dgwOWlI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZfJR10G2ymk/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the queue for the food.. 'sigh'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While we're waiting for the food, Liying was so boring then she took a shot on the guy who was making a roti canai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9eAwOWmI/AAAAAAAAApw/tPchpzHKM3c/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105601450873870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9eAwOWmI/AAAAAAAAApw/tPchpzHKM3c/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2owwOWdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/io6vad3vSNA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593938976070098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2owwOWdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/io6vad3vSNA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while we're waiting for our food, I saw Jacinth.. she's one of our friends and she's Malaysian-chinese.. so we came over at her stall, then took a picture together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2pQwOWeI/AAAAAAAAAow/-F-cveND_NY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593947566004706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2pQwOWeI/AAAAAAAAAow/-F-cveND_NY/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these are all the food that we ate that day.. and none of them taste nice. i just dont like it.. what a waste!!... well the yong tofu kinda fine, well it's weird too! and the satay.. umph.. yuck! and nasi lemak.. not that good!!! i miss nasi lemak at KL.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2pwwOWfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WeMS4XzMlhA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593956155939314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2pwwOWfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WeMS4XzMlhA/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2qAwOWgI/AAAAAAAAApA/Ezkx0RNBApk/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593960450906626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2qAwOWgI/AAAAAAAAApA/Ezkx0RNBApk/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2qgwOWhI/AAAAAAAAApI/xjYzFxm68mg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593969040841234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq2qgwOWhI/AAAAAAAAApI/xjYzFxm68mg/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0iAwOWYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_0WVKCNmWoc/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591623988697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0iAwOWYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_0WVKCNmWoc/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0igwOWZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xRf4tiQJEWM/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591632578632082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0igwOWZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xRf4tiQJEWM/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0jAwOWaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/21RHLuD7Nsg/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591641168566690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0jAwOWaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/21RHLuD7Nsg/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0jgwOWbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KmwSe3VPeH4/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591649758501298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0jgwOWbI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KmwSe3VPeH4/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0kAwOWcI/AAAAAAAAAog/dbEy3kin-xA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591658348435906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq0kAwOWcI/AAAAAAAAAog/dbEy3kin-xA/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-407288664258605232?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/407288664258605232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=407288664258605232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/407288664258605232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/407288664258605232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/09/malaysian-festival.html' title='Malaysian Festival'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rtq9cQwOWiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YlZ4H6AyGhM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7459230126346362717</id><published>2007-08-25T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:38:36.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's Birthday Invitation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtA8RwwOWXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/IR53x-Dy-9k/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102644653653383538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtA8RwwOWXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/IR53x-Dy-9k/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I dedicated this invitation to mike. lol!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the guest list...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Liying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Natalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Nasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Gunawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Imad&lt;br /&gt;7. Shishir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Yi Zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Mr. Szafjanski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Mr. Tanudihardjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Heman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and guys, it's BYO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-7459230126346362717?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7459230126346362717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7459230126346362717&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7459230126346362717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7459230126346362717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/michaels-birthday-invitation.html' title='Michael&apos;s Birthday Invitation...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RtA8RwwOWXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/IR53x-Dy-9k/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3694361702458298722</id><published>2007-08-23T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:54:02.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rs0-TAwOWVI/AAAAAAAAAno/XlxV2ASU94E/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101802449221343570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rs0-TAwOWVI/AAAAAAAAAno/XlxV2ASU94E/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is Steve a.k.a Ntip's birthday. He's turning 19 today..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do for him. I went to meet him at the city, have a lunch together, then watched movie.. Nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I planned to surprise him at his UNI, but i felt so lazy. So I called him to meet me up at City. At first I joke around and said that I havent bought anything for him since I have no money. Then he said like "It's okay.. You don't have to give me any present. One kiss will do..." But I knew he felt dissapointed. But I kept on saying, "Sorry, I should've bought something for you.. but I dont have money..!"...... and I could see his face covers with dissapointment. I actually felt bad, so I said.. "Beb, I can't give your present anytime soon, I might just give you the receipt of the present.. How's that??"... Now you can see how a happy birthday boy looks like. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we weren't in a theatre, he would've jumped!! lol. He hugged me and said "I hate you, and I dont want to talk you anymore.." lol.. Funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rs0-TAwOWWI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Y94BWYu1mTw/s1600-h/noreservations_l200704091440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101802449221343586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rs0-TAwOWWI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Y94BWYu1mTw/s400/noreservations_l200704091440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master chef Kate Armstrong (Catherine Zeta-Jones) lives her life like she runs her kitchen at a trendy Manhattan eatery—with a no-nonsense intensity that both captivates and intimidates everyone around her. Kate’s perfectionist nature is put to the test when she ''inherits'' her 9-year-old niece Zoe (Abigail Breslin), while contending with a brash new sous-chef who joins her staff. High-spirited and freewheeling, Nick Palmer (Aaron Eckhart) couldn’t be more different from Kate, yet the chemistry between them is undeniable. Rivalry becomes romance, but Kate will have to learn to express herself beyond the realm of her kitchen if she wants to connect with Zoe and find true happiness with Nick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s if you guys wanna know how the recipes of the food.. check out &lt;a href="http://noreservationsmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;http://noreservationsmovie.warnerbros.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3694361702458298722?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3694361702458298722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3694361702458298722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3694361702458298722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3694361702458298722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-steve.html' title='Happy Birthday Steve...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rs0-TAwOWVI/AAAAAAAAAno/XlxV2ASU94E/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-120301582433366119</id><published>2007-08-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:49:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another party, for 2 weeks in a row.. umph, that's EXCITING!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This friday me and other 13 ppl went to "The Loft" - organized by UTS - Broadway. We were expecting that this party will be so hip and happening. So we decided to go a lil' bit earlier thus we can find seat. Because from experienced last week at the docks, we couldn't find any seat eventho' it's still around 11 p.m. Me, Liying and Natalia arranged to meet up with the rest at Starbucks-George St. After a while we sat, the first group arrived.. It was Mike, Nasser, and Yi Zhou a.k.a MYOB Guy. The next group is Imad, and 2 of his friends. The last group is Joshua, Adrian, and 3 other friends (1 guy and 2 girls) which I forgot their names. I only remember Jocelin. =). After chit chat for a while, we decided to head straight to "The Loft"... as we arrived there, I was kinda dissapointed. The place was weird, it's just like a block of restaurant. The bar and the lounge is inside, yet the dance floor is outdoor, with a big tree in the middle. And I thought it's going to be like last week's party at the docks, but none of them dress nicely. They wear t-shirt, jeans, and shoes-some of them even wear thongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpwQwOWQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fO80xRcFU-o/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568755755800834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpwQwOWQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fO80xRcFU-o/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; * i love my liying *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpwwwOWRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mR8BiEoO0Rg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568764345735442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpwwwOWRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/mR8BiEoO0Rg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*party peeps at 'the loft'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that day was the first time I felt sleepy at a party. means, the party was Super BORING..... I sat at the lounge, have a talk with friends, have a lil' sip of everyone's drink. Then I felt so sleepy, and almost fell asleep. Plus Mike was somewhere over the rainbow.. and about 20 mins later, he came back and told us to go outside. So rather than to sit whole night at the lounge, I decided to go crazy a lil bit. I drank up all my drink, then straight away go outside.! Outside was kinda packed. Either it's because there were a lot of people dancing, or the place was small. Then we started to dance, and get high a lil' bit.. Like mike said, "You have to get the party started!!"..... At the dance floor, mike became the center of attention. He dance like crazy, swirl here and there. He really looks like the karaoke-balloon. lol. And that night, he was a whole different level of Mike... He rarely make funny face and expression everytime we took a picture, but that night he was really hyper to the max. You can see whole different expression of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 1: Aaaaaaa....."I want to eatt youuu...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpxQwOWSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/tCv43gPuNBo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568772935670050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpxQwOWSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/tCv43gPuNBo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *wasn't high enuff to get the party started*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpxwwOWTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/397oUchQOFk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568781525604658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpxwwOWTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/397oUchQOFk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *me and my daughter*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpyAwOWUI/AAAAAAAAAng/HLLwjWe9uFs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101568785820571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpyAwOWUI/AAAAAAAAAng/HLLwjWe9uFs/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*with the winking Joshua*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlUgwOWLI/AAAAAAAAAmY/eq-I6yb7sno/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101563880967919794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlUgwOWLI/AAAAAAAAAmY/eq-I6yb7sno/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *my photo session*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 2: Lick a lick!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlVAwOWMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vzMxiZtiw_0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101563889557854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlVAwOWMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vzMxiZtiw_0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ms. witchery and mr.sparrow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 3: Rocker style..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlVgwOWNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PyM1rUYq6NE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101563898147789010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlVgwOWNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PyM1rUYq6NE/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *look at mike's expression!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, we couldnt take the boringness anymore.. The party was dead and suck to the bottom of the ocean!.. The music sucks, the DJ was like pushing button. And there's people said that the DJ will hit it on around 1.30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking like, "The hell 1.30 p.m. It's 12.30 and the party so dreadful, and not that much people come. This party sucks!!" Then all of sudden Joshua told me and Liying that Heman was at the malaysian party at the docks and it was wayyyy more happening than "The Loft"... atually we were thinking of not going to the docks, since we paid quite expensive for the loft. But after talks and talks, Mike persuade us to go.. and I was thinking, "maybe I should go, this party is dead. and hell no i'll spent my last party with all the dull-ness and boring-ness.. ok screw this, let's hit the dock"... *nice thoughts* lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we all walked from Broadway to Darling Harbour. Actually, I was quite tired to walk that far. It was torturing. I was wearing heels, with super short dress, and It's cold and windy that night.. lol. Sacrifice for good. And I was really happy when I saw the guys sat on the stairs.. I was thinking, "Oh yes.. finally I can rest my feet a bit!!".... Then we decided to take a couple shots, the last shot, Mike asked a girl who passed by.. and he's kinda creep her out.. When he came approach her, Imad and some other friends shouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stay away from him!!!","RUNNN...now RUUNN!!!","He's a PERVERT!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; but the girls didnt seem to bother. She just took the camera and snap!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 4: This one normall.. ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlWQwOWOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MXABXdiC4DE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101563911032690914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlWQwOWOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MXABXdiC4DE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *walking to 'the docks'-at darling harbour*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally we arrived at the docks for the Malaysian Dance Party.. The place was packed but not as packed as last week's party.. well maybe because, Indonesian are more than Malaysian, and Indonesian just LOVE to party and they will kill anything to go for a PARTY.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101563919622625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxlWwwOWPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/plhs4q7AOj8/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*at 'the docks'-malaysian dance party*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 5: I want to lick you MYOB guy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhlQwOWGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/yh2YFWrgg4o/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559770684217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhlQwOWGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/yh2YFWrgg4o/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *mike and mr.MYOB*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhlwwOWHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-VJWBEqOKTk/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559779274152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhlwwOWHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-VJWBEqOKTk/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *me, liying, and natalia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we started to dance.. Then buy drinks. It was fun. Since Heman was there, so me and Liying decided to find him.. Apparently, he was at the bar with his 2 friends, Shivan and Shawn, do nothing. When we greet him, he was kinda shocked.. lol! Are we that gorgeous til make you feels so amused to see us??... He didn't introduce his friends to me, which apparently he didnt introduce them to me and Liying.. lol. Maybe he so excited to see us then forgot everything.. and liying said that Shivan was like "What the hell man....?" [wishing to get introduced] while Shawn just played cool, he just gave a lil' glance at us. Sorry Mr.Cool... Then finally Mike joined in, and he was so happy to see Heman, so did Heman!! awww... so sweet. lol. So we dance a while, and we decided to walked away a bit from the guys, but then we felt so bored, then started to join them again.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just exactly as what happened at the loft, Mike was dancing like crazy the whole night!! He was unbeatable.. Even he ask for a lil' bit of challenge from anyone around there.. and there's one guy who was dancing like crazy too, he said "No, i'll pass.." He's sure enough that he wouldn't be able to beat Mike. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 6: I have no idea... lol. Maybe it's "Peek-a-Boo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhmwwOWII/AAAAAAAAAmA/oUHVG6JCEr8/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559796454021250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhmwwOWII/AAAAAAAAAmA/oUHVG6JCEr8/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhnQwOWJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8aLuGluQ8fQ/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559805043955858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhnQwOWJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8aLuGluQ8fQ/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*gorgeous daughter and hot mama*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're getting so hyper time after time.. dance like there's no tomorrow. snap here snap there, with various of style.. That's fun!! Liying even took lots of Candid.. but some of us just too aware of camera. so everytime she took her camera, we straight away "POSE".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 7: Everybody say "Oooo" with me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhoAwOWKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/U8nsif0gglA/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101559817928857762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxhoAwOWKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/U8nsif0gglA/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *this's what we call as "partyyy"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I took a little break from the crazyness, then Nasser asked me to play with him.. It's a shoot thingy game. which kinda sucks! We have to shot moose, yet the moose ran so fast! and we only had 1 chance to shot! that's sucks! And we always missed. I even put the gun right in front of the screen, but still missed. What a rip off!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdDAwOWBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JxWdVkbJeAE/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554784227186706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdDAwOWBI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JxWdVkbJeAE/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *"shoot the moose nasser, not the cow!!"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While i was playing with Nasser, Liying decided to take a narcist time for a while with her friends.. and this is Heman.. mike's new lover! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdEAwOWCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Qj1VNbKLTHc/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554801407055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdEAwOWCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Qj1VNbKLTHc/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *liying's friend - Heman*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expression 8: Peace beyb...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdEwwOWDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZbZ6VPdHTRA/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554814291957810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdEwwOWDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZbZ6VPdHTRA/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *another mike's expression*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike seems jealous of liying taking picture with Heman... he's so eager when Liying asked him for a picture with heman.. apparently, heman did feel the same! Look at his hand, holding mike so tight! lol. So did Mike!! that's unbearable or Intentionally???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 9: Hey I can do tounge twister....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdFgwOWEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/STbq8CAISKA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554827176859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdFgwOWEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/STbq8CAISKA/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *the newly wed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdGAwOWFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LAEzPoJqFkQ/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554835766794322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxdGAwOWFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LAEzPoJqFkQ/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 10: Fly me to the moonn.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaDgwOV8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/-Gdkk_Xl8b8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551494282237890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaDgwOV8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/-Gdkk_Xl8b8/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *fly me to the moonnn........*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt so bored at that point and thinking that I need something fun.. Then I started to provoke Joshua for shot! and he seems so excited. After 5 mins of thoughts, all of us decided to take the shot... Joshua ordered the shot yet he miscounted. He left Shawn behind.. So instead of drinking that night, he became the cameraman.. feels so bad! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaEQwOV9I/AAAAAAAAAko/jC_i6xpuQ8w/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551507167139794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaEQwOV9I/AAAAAAAAAko/jC_i6xpuQ8w/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *our tequilla shots - sorry shawn, you didn't get to drink it..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaFAwOV-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5u2epFIkqY/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551520052041698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaFAwOV-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5u2epFIkqY/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *i look so thinn!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaFgwOV_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/7dXBYvKIurg/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551528641976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaFgwOV_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/7dXBYvKIurg/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *who's the daddy, Josh??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaGAwOWAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5j2ETjI0bdY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101551537231910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxaGAwOWAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/5j2ETjI0bdY/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cute bartender*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxV-wwOV3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gSgg2eydlDE/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547014631348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxV-wwOV3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/gSgg2eydlDE/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cheerss.... [sorry shawn! lol]*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 11: I'm happy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxV_QwOV4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y3YoJdEoghE/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547023221282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxV_QwOV4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y3YoJdEoghE/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *not enuff drinks to get us high*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWAAwOV5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/bdnCLOX40DM/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547036106184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWAAwOV5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/bdnCLOX40DM/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWAwwOV6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4w7uMWYjs_o/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547048991086498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWAwwOV6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4w7uMWYjs_o/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I love this picture.. Liying accidently took it, but it seems so arranged. Dark and Bright side.. Nice right?? That's the fun thing of Candid.. Love it... Oh ya, Shawn was played cool and Shivan was kinda pissed when Heman didnt get him introduced to us, then they just cant resist us! lol.... Then Heman introduced us the themm.. And at that night I didn't remember their names. I didnt get Shivan's name at all, yet Shawn's name I changed it to George! Wth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWBwwOV7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/B51k2m8iK-4/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547066170955698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxWBwwOV7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/B51k2m8iK-4/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the 'dark' and the 'bright' side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSnQwOVyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/h9MGZkoC7hk/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543312369538850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSnQwOVyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/h9MGZkoC7hk/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*our toilet session*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We felt so tired and exhausted and I do need to sit. So nasser and mike suggested us to come with them to the Pool lounge.. Thank God there's lots of chair. So I get to rest my feet. While they're playing, I sat there in peace.. No one bother me to dance or to drink.. what a heaven.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSnwwOVzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XdjT9A0GhyI/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543320959473458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSnwwOVzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XdjT9A0GhyI/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Expression 12: Smile sweetly in front of camera.. "sweettt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSoQwOV0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/hWMEbJLBbMI/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543329549408066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSoQwOV0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/hWMEbJLBbMI/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*rockin' rio!!*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSowwOV1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/g2ESIWJp22o/s1600-h/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543338139342674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSowwOV1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/g2ESIWJp22o/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*from left to right: mr.myob's nose, shivan, heman, shawn, joshua, quarter adrian. lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We seriously felt so thirsty, till the angle-Joshua brought us a glass of cold water with lemon in it... Aww.. that's so refreshing!!!! Thank you Josh! And these pictures are the last shot we took before we went back home.. Heman, Shivan and Shawn left earlier, because they had somewhere to go... [that's what Shawn told me..] another party guys??? Oh ya anyway, that day was Heman's first drink for his entire lifetime!! Good boy turn Bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSpQwOV2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QeB_GThSfGM/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543346729277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxSpQwOV2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/QeB_GThSfGM/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*need drinks??*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The heat was unbearable, and Mike felt so lonely and dissapointed after Heman left. Then he saw Joshua, sitting there all alone. Mike said to him that he no longer in love with Heman after he left him alone.. So he decided to change direction from Heman to Joshua.. Let me present to you.. "GAY OF THE NIGHT"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expression 13: Let me kiss you honey... *smoooccchh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRfQwOVtI/AAAAAAAAAio/9h_AHOwbjbw/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101542075418957522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRfQwOVtI/AAAAAAAAAio/9h_AHOwbjbw/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the gay*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and liying felt that our spot light has been taken by them, so we decided to do a lil bit of Lesbos' move.. heheh.! Sorry we're lesbian.. Oops actually we're Bi.. taken yet available. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRfwwOVuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uEIbYhB81IY/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101542084008892130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRfwwOVuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uEIbYhB81IY/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *the lesbos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the couple last shot before we decided to went back home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRhQwOVvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CQrVURsXVPc/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101542109778695922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRhQwOVvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CQrVURsXVPc/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *insearch re-united*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRjQwOVwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3Ielw3tdHxk/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101542144138434306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRjQwOVwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3Ielw3tdHxk/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *i need hug...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRkAwOVxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NFQjpsV73as/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101542157023336210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxRkAwOVxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NFQjpsV73as/s400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mmuacchh....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was extremely feel so tired and exhausted.. I have no more power to smile or even laugh. We went back home around 3 a.m. and arrived home around 3.20.. damn exhausted..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way home at the taxi, Mike called us.. And he told us the most unbelieveable and shocking things.. ! Nasser got &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARRIED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; last week... and we were like "WHATT??????? where's the party??" lol.. neway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;CONGRATULATION Nasser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok guys sorry to tell but this is the last party of the month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Party...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsxpwQwOWQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fO80xRcFU-o/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1637460322617590203</id><published>2007-08-20T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:55:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feels so emo today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/-TbBcxmx5V/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/-TbBcxmx5V/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everyday feels all the same&lt;br /&gt;9 to 5 gets old by day&lt;br /&gt;But something breaks with just one glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;I would stare so long a while&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell you with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I didnt say a thing, i thought, you knew&lt;br /&gt;I wish i never did assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i was gonna tell you today&lt;br /&gt;I even wrote the words i would say&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the courage&lt;br /&gt;But now its too far&lt;br /&gt;It took me all this time to reveal&lt;br /&gt;What everything about you does to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why did i keep a cover on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all night trying to explore just&lt;br /&gt;How to tell you i adore you&lt;br /&gt;And how im moved by every word you say&lt;br /&gt;But today theres an empty space&lt;br /&gt;I find you gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could have told you yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you would have stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my point of existence&lt;br /&gt;Has vanised with you in the distane&lt;br /&gt;What ever it takes ill persist&lt;br /&gt;To see your face again&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/5983752087339600274-1637460322617590203?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1637460322617590203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1637460322617590203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1637460322617590203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1637460322617590203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feels-so-emo-today.html' title='I feels so emo today.'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-9139904899246572397</id><published>2007-08-17T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:44:33.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get the party started!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hey..hey..you.. you!" :) as what i promised the other day, here's the post that you've been waiting for! (feels so wanted..) so the party was held at the most happenin' gig in sydney (yea...right). so the place called as "The Docks" hotel which located at the harbourside of Darling Harbour... So here the story goes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right after class which suppose to be finished at 6 p.m. yet I skipped the last hour of the lecture. :) I st'raight away went to Liying's house which quite near from city. It only takes like 20 mins plus. On my way to bus stop at the city, I saw a 301 bus (That's the bus I'm taking) just passed right there in front of me... and I felt so lazy to chase the bus. So I decided to take a slow walk to the bus stop since I thought the next bus would come for the next 20-30 mins as usual. Unfortunately, the second bus passed the stop just 1 minute after the first bus. I was like.. "WHAT THE HELL???!!!?!?!?!"... I tried to run, but the bus driver didn't see me (most prob, pretend not to see you!!! what an attitude.!) anyway, I did a lil' bit pissed off, but I decided to walk back to the bus stop. I sat there for 20 minutes then suddenly I saw another 301 bus. I was so excited to finally will get on the bus. But as I reached the bus, the bus just went away. and for the second time I was like "WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!?!?".. then I overheard someone said that, "can not believe it's the second time and the bus was full!" (with Indian accent...) I was going to laugh out loud, but I think that it would be kinda harsh, so decided to do the "silent laugh" but this time, without either expression on the face or body language..!! (HAHAHAHAHA!). Then for the next 10 minutes the real bus finally arrived. (the other 3 buses were "ghost bus!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reached Liying's house around 5+.. We hang around a while, teasing Kirks (actually it's just me!) and wait up til' Natalia call. So while waiting we did a lil' bit of this and that. Plucked our eyebrows (it hurts so bad!), poked my pimples.. (that's the most idiotic thing someone ever do, like 2 hours before the party!!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU34AwOVqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QldaBm1PnOs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099543588481423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU34AwOVqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QldaBm1PnOs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then finally Natalia called, it was around 7.30. So we straight away get on bus, and continued the ride to my house. We arrived at 8, then we started to do the real party prep thingy. I straight away went to the bathroom, took a shower and everything. We put on each other's make up. well I did most of it. lol. We finished around 9+, and that's kinda fast! so went out from my house, and outside was really cold and windy. and Liying just couldn't stop shaking! (shake that ass for me... shake that ass for me!!)lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after another 1 hour ride and 10 mins walking to the place (thank God we survived. It's a tough journey!! :D), we finally arrived at the Harbourside to take a pee! lol. so here's the picture of the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU34gwOVrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/J9xlVfSk2Dw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099543597071357618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU34gwOVrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/J9xlVfSk2Dw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we finally made it to "The Docks". As soon as we get there, the queue were getting longer and longer. And we have to passed like this huge-enormous security to checked our I.D. and his face was so fierce! anyway, we finally get in. But it's kinda less-packed for a party. so we decided to go for another toilet. =) after a while, more people come in, so now it's kinda packed. just a lil' bit. Then I decided to buy a drink. It's a smirnoff. Actually it wasn't a smirnoff, it were smirnoffs and some other drinks that I didnt even noe the name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were quite a few number of people that I knew from back home. Besides that, Liying's friend was going to join us, and it was like hours back when they called her to tell them that they're on their way to the party. and like 1 hour plus, we didnt even see or received any phone call from them. It appears that they went to Holland a.k.a lost! Oh, forgot to mentioned, they are Joshua, Heman, and Adrian. They're Liying's friend from back home and they're quite fun. But didnt talk that much with them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099543605661292226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU35AwOVsI/AAAAAAAAAig/f7LybCLdnXA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a lil' bit of dance, this and that, we quiet amused by the outfit of this guy. He said that he was meant to dress in some kind of hippie style, yet apparently, people thought that he's dressing as the king of Dangdut a.k.a Rhoma Irama. That's funny!!! lol. He's fun to talk to. And I was high enough to ask for a picture with a complete stranger. so congratulation DENISE! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MAwOVlI/AAAAAAAAAho/a_BwJPgi2YM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541733055551058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MAwOVlI/AAAAAAAAAho/a_BwJPgi2YM/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the party was so good, and I kept on drinking. on and on and on.! I admit, I was a lil' bit drunk that day, but was doing okay. still can dance, and can COUNT. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MgwOVmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2I0435vu7po/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541741645485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MgwOVmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2I0435vu7po/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and my hubby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MwwOVnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/A6qQUvYKBP8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541745940452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2MwwOVnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/A6qQUvYKBP8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;girlies are fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't realize that there will be like LOTS of my friends there... Then I met my friend named Steven. I was shocked. He was wearing like this skimpy clothes, he even put his fake boobs. (he emphasized that his are bigger than mine. OK!) lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2NAwOVoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4JrThcHg768/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541750235420290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2NAwOVoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4JrThcHg768/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; steven, denise, liying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2NgwOVpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0XVl7jmfbBY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541758825354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU2NgwOVpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0XVl7jmfbBY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1OwwOVgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/iFrBR5rNFdI/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1PQwOVhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8J8W4pEczU4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1PwwOViI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r5ffaXbCXOg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540697968432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1PwwOViI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r5ffaXbCXOg/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~liying's first shot with steve~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I do realized that TOILET is the best place for you to take picture. they just have the best lightning ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1QQwOVjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BBmvXyKtp3M/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540706558367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1QQwOVjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BBmvXyKtp3M/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1QwwOVkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iRTuSf44sMc/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540715148301890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU1QwwOVkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/iRTuSf44sMc/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0vQwOVbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6nirqEJvlrs/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540139622684082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0vQwOVbI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6nirqEJvlrs/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0vwwOVcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D8_5JsIWtf0/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540148212618690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0vwwOVcI/AAAAAAAAAgg/D8_5JsIWtf0/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wAwOVdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dq3jAqQHvFM/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540152507586002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wAwOVdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dq3jAqQHvFM/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wgwOVeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ab04hVefvc4/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540161097520610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wgwOVeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ab04hVefvc4/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wwwOVfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JmD88wuhfvE/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540165392487922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU0wwwOVfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JmD88wuhfvE/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i love you beb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then about like 1+, one of my friend, Natasha arrived. So we just took couple of pics, then she just walked off with her boyfriend and friends.! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzjwwOVWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_um8ZaWJvGc/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538842542560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzjwwOVWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_um8ZaWJvGc/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkAwOVXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5nqYvt74Ybg/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538846837527922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkAwOVXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5nqYvt74Ybg/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkgwOVYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BKUaiF18C8g/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538855427462530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkgwOVYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BKUaiF18C8g/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkwwOVZI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zbbahPNOpZQ/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538859722429842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzkwwOVZI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zbbahPNOpZQ/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzlAwOVaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lRLi5Ptsip8/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538864017397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUzlAwOVaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lRLi5Ptsip8/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ~love you girl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after like 3 hours nonstop standing inside the place, we decided to hang around outside and join my and steve's friends. There were like 10 of them. So it's quite a big number of group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWAwOVSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/VhKCjdlB6cg/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537506807731490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWAwOVSI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/VhKCjdlB6cg/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ~phia, denise, liying, natalia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWgwOVTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/muG6LjNeAgY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537515397666098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWgwOVTI/AAAAAAAAAfY/muG6LjNeAgY/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWwwOVUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/f6CLC6YKouQ/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537519692633410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyWwwOVUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/f6CLC6YKouQ/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~denise, phia, joce~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyXQwOVVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EV91lbwQuU0/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099537528282568018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUyXQwOVVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EV91lbwQuU0/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099536712238781698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUxnwwOVQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/yUh9_xKqjJ4/s400/30.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~the crowd~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went with empty stomach, so Liying the "eater", she couldn't take it anymore. She bought the hotdog which she claimed that "it tastes like SHIT!!!" lucky you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUxngwOVPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MGzNN0Rtu2w/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099536707943814386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUxngwOVPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MGzNN0Rtu2w/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUxoAwOVRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TLqMM8JSepw/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099536716533749010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsUxoAwOVRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TLqMM8JSepw/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i was nearly wasted, and steve was wasted yet he pretend like he didn't. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it was fun, and we did have a superb-great fun!! can't wait for another party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-9139904899246572397?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/9139904899246572397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=9139904899246572397&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/9139904899246572397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/9139904899246572397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-get-party-started.html' title='let&apos;s get the party started!!!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RsU34AwOVqI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QldaBm1PnOs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6480251407695684142</id><published>2007-08-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:11:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>due to lazy-ness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do to my lazy ness during the week, foremost after the party, i postponed the new post until this coming friday... so, sorry for the inconvinience i have caused, esp. to liying. :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so....just wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6480251407695684142?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6480251407695684142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6480251407695684142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6480251407695684142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6480251407695684142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/due-to-lazy-ness.html' title='due to lazy-ness...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4997367657945779802</id><published>2007-08-09T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:13:27.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxC8W08PI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lzGculf0mWE/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096369486210330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxC8W08PI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lzGculf0mWE/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get ready for the best gigs ever.. it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Shine like a star at....GLOW"&lt;/span&gt; which will be held on 10th August 2007 at Docks Hotel.. so make sure you get your ass up there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;"Let the Party Begins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I was really stressed out knowing that I have no outfit to wear for the party which will be held this Friday and coming Friday.. So I decided to take a little walk to Eastgarden. After a while, I stepped in to Supre. It's quite a big shop, which I really hate. They just stack all the clothes, so it's really hard for you to search for something, and most probably will get you an headache. So I dragged myself to the corner of the shop where they usually put all discounted clothes. *I ain't cheapo, I just know how to find cheap stuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so I found two dresses which just looks good on me.. flawlessly perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxDsW08QI/AAAAAAAAAeo/faqUVUkkrto/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096369499095232770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxDsW08QI/AAAAAAAAAeo/faqUVUkkrto/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; it cost me $20~ cheap for Supre's clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxEMW08RI/AAAAAAAAAew/D1GapWVrh30/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096369507685167378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxEMW08RI/AAAAAAAAAew/D1GapWVrh30/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; yet this one cost me $15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the boringness hits my dull evening, so I decided to have a little narcism inside my room. I tried the clothes that I bought, and matched it up with pairs of earings, necklace, bracelet and watch. Then start to take the shots! so enjoy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnsrsW08KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W36v-Nmp7Qc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364688731861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnsrsW08KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W36v-Nmp7Qc/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rrnsr8W08LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hUKNe2FRWrY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364693026828466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rrnsr8W08LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hUKNe2FRWrY/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnssMW08MI/AAAAAAAAAeI/y_p4bZy8XJs/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364697321795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnssMW08MI/AAAAAAAAAeI/y_p4bZy8XJs/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnstMW08NI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NlyGH-FwiZM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364714501664978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnstMW08NI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NlyGH-FwiZM/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After all the scene and shot, I went online and asked Liying to join me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Told her that I bought dresses. I showed it to her, and comes up all compliments for her. *she's good at it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then she decided to showed hers too.. Here's the proof.! *sorry Liying..Didn't mean to make you famous!* lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnstcW08OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yJckEBAsxCg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364718796632290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnstcW08OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/yJckEBAsxCg/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; caught in the act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beb sorry for things i've said to you. we ain't breaking up right?? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mike, i'll be waiting for you.............to bring me the doughnuts!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4997367657945779802?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4997367657945779802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4997367657945779802&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4997367657945779802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4997367657945779802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/fashion-emergency.html' title='Fashion Emergency'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrnxC8W08PI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lzGculf0mWE/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-251921670726695090</id><published>2007-08-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:29:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for shoes...</title><content type='html'>Shopping night means shopping time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bondi Junction with one aim... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIND THE SHOES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Steve's sister and husband, and Diantha; 'attacked' every shop at Bondi (read: Bond Dye). After 30mins of "Baby's Treasure a.k.a Diantha Session", we finally arrived at the shop called "Freelance Shoes".... Too bad I didn't have my camera with me to take shots of the shop which is quite vintage..&lt;br /&gt;So.. they're having a winter sale, and most of the shoes were relatively cheap.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I bought cost me $20.. (considered as "DAMN CHEAP!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHya8W08DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ieoi2lAQmJk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119198225133618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHya8W08DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ieoi2lAQmJk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~white bollero~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;moving on to the next shop, NOVO...&lt;br /&gt;the shoes here are nice.. some of them just too much, yet cute. but i daren't to use that.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of heels shoes with pointed front.. It's just too pointed that you can pick your nose with it..lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a deal for the shoes... (I love DEALS..)&lt;br /&gt;The shoes that I bought was the "2 for $60" deal.. so it's cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119206815068226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHybcW08EI/AAAAAAAAAdI/pc88VC5Ng3g/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~black suede~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119211110035538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHybsW08FI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DOK2qOwb7q4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~white bollero~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119228289904738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHycsW08GI/AAAAAAAAAdY/XMvTmdfAfxM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;~shoes of the day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it's quite a boring day.. so instead of 'rocking' like a stunned mullet alone in my room, I decided to start the "Narcism Project".... &lt;p&gt;So this is the picture that I took for the last 15 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHydMW08HI/AAAAAAAAAdg/9uFJe3eOZPA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119653491667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHy1cW08II/AAAAAAAAAdo/4Rmba8T3xec/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094119657786634386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHy1sW08JI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-poPciyI_B8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry for the fight beb... Blame the PMS. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for my dad : i'll promise to make no "Pass" for the next transcript... all "Distinction" (ameenn...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for mike : congratulation for you krispy kreme.. give me some!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-251921670726695090?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/251921670726695090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=251921670726695090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/251921670726695090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/251921670726695090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/08/hunting-for-shoes.html' title='Hunting for shoes...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RrHya8W08DI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ieoi2lAQmJk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4675333640902347560</id><published>2007-07-18T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:25:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty Griffin - Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/iekq_zEURT/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/iekq_zEURT/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;its hard to listen to a hard hard heart &lt;br /&gt;beating close to mine&lt;br /&gt;pounding up against the stone and steel &lt;br /&gt;walls that i won't climb&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the hurt is so deep deep deep &lt;br /&gt;you think that youre gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all i can do is weep weep weep &lt;br /&gt;with all this rain falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how hard it rains now&lt;br /&gt;rows and rows of big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;but im holding on underneath this shroud&lt;br /&gt;ra-a-a-in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to know when to give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;somethings you want will just never be right&lt;br /&gt;its never rained like it has tonight before&lt;br /&gt;now i don't want to beg you baby&lt;br /&gt;for something maybe you could never give&lt;br /&gt;im not looking for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;i just want another chance to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how hard it rains now&lt;br /&gt;rows and rows of big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;but im holding on underneath this shroud&lt;br /&gt;ra-a-a-in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how hard it rains now&lt;br /&gt;rows and rows of big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;but im holding on underneath this shroud&lt;br /&gt;ra-a-a-in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how hard it rains now&lt;br /&gt;rows and rows of big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;but im still alive underneath this shroud&lt;br /&gt;ra-a-a-in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ra-a-a-in&lt;br /&gt;ohh ra-a-a-in&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/5983752087339600274-4675333640902347560?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4675333640902347560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4675333640902347560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4675333640902347560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4675333640902347560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/07/patty-griffin-rain.html' title='Patty Griffin - Rain'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-284248758753068735</id><published>2007-07-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:37:55.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefanus and Ivana's Wedding ~ 08.07.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sunday, 08 July 2007, was the witness of a two God’s creations unites as one in the name of God.&lt;br /&gt;Here's I present to you the wedding of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefanus Widjaja and Ng Ivana Soesilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085942785960763778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTmBHEm4YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0OTpaM5nZXI/s200/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTmAnEm4XI/AAAAAAAAAco/Zhr5250nobM/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085942777370829170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTmAnEm4XI/AAAAAAAAAco/Zhr5250nobM/s200/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085941308492013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTkrHEm4VI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MAq7j2C2vM4/s200/IMG_0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;cut the fake cake*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085941299902079298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTkqnEm4UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IHvjOLwOQ00/s200/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the wedding kiss* (smoochh...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTkrXEm4WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sIR8jKS2Ew0/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085941312786981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTkrXEm4WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sIR8jKS2Ew0/s200/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;em&gt;the dance*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;THE BIG FAMILY OF WIDJAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085957414619373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTzUnEm4ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4uZKwOOjm8c/s200/DSCN0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTdanEm4SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/w5Hg87PyCB0/s1600-h/DSCN0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085933328442777890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTdanEm4SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/w5Hg87PyCB0/s200/DSCN0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;*the Mihardja-Widjaja*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTdbXEm4TI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JCs1jfPJzjk/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085933341327679794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTdbXEm4TI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JCs1jfPJzjk/s200/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;em&gt;the Gunadhi-Widjaja*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTb_HEm4PI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qMYCdeCGpbI/s1600-h/DSCN0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931756484747506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTb_HEm4PI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qMYCdeCGpbI/s200/DSCN0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the Widjaja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTb_nEm4QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Atp_LkwU_OA/s1600-h/DSCN0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931765074682114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTb_nEm4QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Atp_LkwU_OA/s200/DSCN0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the Puspita-Widjaja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTcAHEm4RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZZsu5Ls6lfY/s1600-h/DSCN0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931773664616722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTcAHEm4RI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZZsu5Ls6lfY/s200/DSCN0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the Paul-Widjaja*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROTHERS-SISTERS IN ACTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaPHEm4MI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NU2XvW0IJOY/s1600-h/IMG_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085929832339398850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaPHEm4MI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NU2XvW0IJOY/s200/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the twinnies (Denise ~ Irene)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaP3Em4NI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vxeU3jrIt8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085929845224300754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaP3Em4NI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vxeU3jrIt8Y/s200/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the bitter-worse (Denise ~ Joshua)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaQXEm4OI/AAAAAAAAAbg/paLnyhQ5W3U/s1600-h/IMG_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085929853814235362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTaQXEm4OI/AAAAAAAAAbg/paLnyhQ5W3U/s200/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the Man-in-black (Denise ~ Stefanus ~ Irene)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we call him man-in-black, because he is black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYqXEm4JI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HmS_zZBPBb8/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085928101467578514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYqXEm4JI/AAAAAAAAAa4/HmS_zZBPBb8/s200/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the Ramones-Mania (Denise ~ Kevin)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYrHEm4KI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OFoOyetpoRU/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085928114352480418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYrHEm4KI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OFoOyetpoRU/s200/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*muuacchh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYrnEm4LI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2zN090k33zk/s1600-h/IMG_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085928122942415026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTYrnEm4LI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2zN090k33zk/s200/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the ladder* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gloria ~ Denise ~ Joshua ~ Irene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTW_nEm4GI/AAAAAAAAAag/X1Fnu0oCMH8/s1600-h/DSCN0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085926267516543074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTW_nEm4GI/AAAAAAAAAag/X1Fnu0oCMH8/s200/DSCN0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *mrs.impression (Denise ~ Sheeren)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTXAHEm4HI/AAAAAAAAAao/ervxGj2_p68/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085926276106477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTXAHEm4HI/AAAAAAAAAao/ervxGj2_p68/s200/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the Cihuy (Denise ~ Revel a.k.a Popeye)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTXAXEm4II/AAAAAAAAAaw/1eWRrML16Js/s1600-h/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085926280401444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTXAXEm4II/AAAAAAAAAaw/1eWRrML16Js/s200/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the centils (Lea ~ Della ~ Denise)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWHHEm4DI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Z-Q_4xBopRU/s1600-h/DSCN0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085925296853934130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWHHEm4DI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Z-Q_4xBopRU/s200/DSCN0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *Angel and the Fairies*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Retta ~ Levina ~ Sabrina ~ Nesya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWHnEm4EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bauEnHam5do/s1600-h/DSCN0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085925305443868738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWHnEm4EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bauEnHam5do/s200/DSCN0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWIHEm4FI/AAAAAAAAAaY/q83E-hAp_xQ/s1600-h/DSCN0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085925314033803346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTWIHEm4FI/AAAAAAAAAaY/q83E-hAp_xQ/s200/DSCN0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVrXEm4BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xswmVb_KTf0/s1600-h/DSCN0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085924820112564242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVrXEm4BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/xswmVb_KTf0/s200/DSCN0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *Mr. Bond and the angels*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Della ~ Denise ~ Irene ~ Gloria ~ Hanna ~ Santy ~ Sheira ~ Lea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVrnEm4CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MvCMsKRPtXc/s1600-h/DSCN0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085924824407531554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVrnEm4CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MvCMsKRPtXc/s200/DSCN0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the model (Denise ~ Sheira)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVUXEm3-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/3nu7P5UgLpo/s1600-h/DSCN0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085924424975572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVUXEm3-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/3nu7P5UgLpo/s200/DSCN0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;* the India family*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVUnEm3_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/G5tkt-WSnN8/s1600-h/DSCN0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085924429270540274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVUnEm3_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/G5tkt-WSnN8/s200/DSCN0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the Japanese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVU3Em4AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pjcm66L6f5c/s1600-h/DSCN0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085924433565507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTVU3Em4AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pjcm66L6f5c/s200/DSCN0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; *the Dutchese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTU7XEm39I/AAAAAAAAAZY/SXPqv64OBVw/s1600-h/DSCN0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085923995478843346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTU7XEm39I/AAAAAAAAAZY/SXPqv64OBVw/s200/DSCN0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Bitchy not Slutty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTUtHEm38I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jgLSu8pNps4/s1600-h/DSCN0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085923750665707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTUtHEm38I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jgLSu8pNps4/s200/DSCN0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the angels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUSINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cousins are our siblings once removed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Our relatives without the complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Unsatisfying as some friends may prove, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweet cousins are the purest of relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In cousins there's a friendship of the blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;No friends can share such natural vibrations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So long requited, honest, rich, and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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' 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08.07.07'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RpTmBHEm4YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0OTpaM5nZXI/s72-c/IMG_0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2721648645408415236</id><published>2007-06-24T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:40:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th.. [16 days to go]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 June, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much was happening today, just a little bit of this and that. Fight with mom can be my regular issue when we’re together. So I should be fine. =)&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t take any picture today. My battery went flat [huh, should’ve ask my dad to buy me a new digital camera].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today, I might just post pictures taken on Saturday, 23 June. I went out with my boyfriend a.k.a my dad for lunch. We went to a restaurant called “Din Tai Fung” which located right the opposite of Plaza Senayan. It’s the Arcadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This restaurant is huge and it’s so great. The lightning, the seats, the table, foremost, the FOOD. *slrrppp*. Btw here are all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079662013745361682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6VsDRWcxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0ya7cE4q_L0/s200/denise(125).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079659866261713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6TvDRWcuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lpQAMXA1neE/s200/denise(109).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Din Tai Fung*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660536276611826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6UWDRWcvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Y8-yrXeTOlE/s200/denise(115).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the entree-Kaufu [vegetarian tofu]*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079661124687131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6U4TRWcwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0Xh4opkSQ4k/s200/denise(116).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the entree-chicken and prawn wonton*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079662804019344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6WaDRWcyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QlQKXWrHs8Q/s200/Udng+mayo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;*fried prawn with mayonaise*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079663504099013426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6XCzRWczI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QrZLQeAMRYA/s200/Udang+grng+tlr+asin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*fried prawn with salted egg*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079665174841291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6YkDRWc0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Sew5MsghK24/s200/Xiao+long+bao.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;*chicken dumpling a.k.a xiao long bao*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079665514143707986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6Y3zRWc1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/cWY9Wa1C_kU/s200/denise(120).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*chicken noodle*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079666386022069106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6ZqjRWc3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/4ESdO8yLf7E/s200/Dory+fillet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sweet dory fillet*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so that's it for today. enjoy the food. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Bonne Appetite.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2721648645408415236?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2721648645408415236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2721648645408415236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2721648645408415236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2721648645408415236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/18th-16-days-to-go.html' title='18th.. [16 days to go]'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rn6VsDRWcxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0ya7cE4q_L0/s72-c/denise(125).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1072290098800777845</id><published>2007-06-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:46:42.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th and 16th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;June 21, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Kelapa Gading with my little cousin and my mom. The target of the day: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“80% sale for Surfer Girl”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excitement for a girl like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGDRWcmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2viv6eRdkZY/s1600-h/denise(091).jpg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078940085577478786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGTRWcoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XGU3IGsP5ik/s200/denise(090).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I bought a T-shirt to support Mr. Mike… “PIRACY IS FUN!” lol. And it’s blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078933522867450258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv_ITRWcZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/45Wgdt4D9Mw/s200/denise(108).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* PIRACY IS FUN*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My mom insisted to eat something soupy and spicy. So we went to Vietnamese restaurant named “My Hanoi House”. There I managed to take a picture of the restaurant plus the waitresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078940081282511458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGDRWcmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2viv6eRdkZY/s200/denise(091).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom ordered “Pho Bo” which in Sydney called as “Pho Hoa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGDRWcnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5RGiw5_tb9I/s1600-h/denise(092).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078940081282511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGDRWcnI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5RGiw5_tb9I/s200/denise(092).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Pho Bo a.k.a Pho Hoa*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me and my cousin ordered two bowl of “Crab Sour and Spicy Soup”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwEpDRWckI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Qd6NqUXkIDQ/s1600-h/denise(093).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078939583066305090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwEpDRWckI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Qd6NqUXkIDQ/s200/denise(093).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwEpTRWclI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tM0EPMqtD3M/s1600-h/denise(094).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078939587361272402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwEpTRWclI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tM0EPMqtD3M/s200/denise(094).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;*slrrpp.. yummy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 22, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to “Mangga Dua” today. I bought a bottle of perfume. It’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Burberry London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and it smells so good. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078936756977824242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCEjRWcfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1NF48koANP4/s200/denise(099).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the photo there at Mangga Dua. [Mangga dua almost the same like Paddy’s Market]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzDRWchI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QSLJoQ7ED-8/s1600-h/denise(096).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078937555841741330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzDRWchI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QSLJoQ7ED-8/s200/denise(096).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;em&gt;indonesian sushi bar* [take whatever you want, pay later]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzDRWciI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lcRthJupanA/s1600-h/denise(097).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078937555841741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzDRWciI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lcRthJupanA/s200/denise(097).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;em&gt;tofu. taste so good*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good news for me, my dad bought me a Gucci bag. And I’m so over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzTRWcjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b3HwKplvoq0/s1600-h/denise(098).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078937560136708658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCzTRWcjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/b3HwKplvoq0/s200/denise(098).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also bought my mom a Channel bag. And now she’s over the moon. Ha3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078936756977824258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwCEjRWcgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2K4jI045hoE/s200/denise(100).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this night, I went to KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwBEzRWcdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Se8Z3n3iH20/s1600-h/denise(103).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078935661761163730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwBEzRWcdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Se8Z3n3iH20/s200/denise(103).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwBEzRWceI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PYvb-q7pcIY/s1600-h/denise(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078935661761163746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwBEzRWceI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PYvb-q7pcIY/s200/denise(104).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i hate the numbers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwADDRWcbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BoUm11rNVGc/s1600-h/denise(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078934532184764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwADDRWcbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BoUm11rNVGc/s200/denise(106).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*customer of the year [she cleaned up everything]*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwADTRWccI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SgixF2HZD-o/s1600-h/denise(105).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078934536479732162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwADTRWccI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SgixF2HZD-o/s200/denise(105).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Here’s my mom’s gown for my cousin’s wedding. She looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv_czRWcaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/UcBfu9pAFug/s1600-h/denise(107).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078933875054768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv_czRWcaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/UcBfu9pAFug/s200/denise(107).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these are my shots with my twin sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narcism alert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078933518572482946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv_IDRWcYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dRuIWsrimiQ/s200/Futu+bagus+ke002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv9vjRWcWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pJUUoihwpPk/s1600-h/Futu+bagus+ke015.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078931998154060130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv9vjRWcWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pJUUoihwpPk/s200/Futu+bagus+ke015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv9vjRWcXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hHFo6sKTc0k/s1600-h/Futu+bagus+ke014.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078931998154060146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv9vjRWcXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hHFo6sKTc0k/s200/Futu+bagus+ke014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv8gTRWcVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0HtqN6_gTlE/s1600-h/Futu+bagus+ke016.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078930636649427282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv8gTRWcVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0HtqN6_gTlE/s200/Futu+bagus+ke016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078930056828842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv7-jRWcUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ylIWp8GoZkk/s200/Futu+bagus+ke021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv7kTRWcTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oLKyTcRggRE/s1600-h/Futu+bagus+ke024.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078929605857276210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnv7kTRWcTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oLKyTcRggRE/s200/Futu+bagus+ke024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078945368387252882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwJ5zRWcpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JJeMJhUj1vY/s200/CIMG3685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*created by: Mike sparrow*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p.s  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 9 months beb. Love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-1072290098800777845?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1072290098800777845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1072290098800777845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1072290098800777845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1072290098800777845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/15th-and-16th.html' title='15th and 16th'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnwFGTRWcoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XGU3IGsP5ik/s72-c/denise(090).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2462040573193385047</id><published>2007-06-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:44:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;June 20, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for swimming this morning at 0915. a little bit exhausted, since last night I slept at 0130. Fortunately the weather this morning was fabulous. Cloudy and windy, this is what I call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“summer breeze”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =) I went for swimming at Sunlake Hotel with my cousins, Irene and Joshua. It’s not as packed as for weekend, so it’s a good thing. Plus, it will be awkward to swim in Indonesia with bikini. Since just a few people swimming today, I should be fine. Lol.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8SzRWcOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VEdqGgDbYe0/s1600-h/denise(083).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156348535238882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8SzRWcOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VEdqGgDbYe0/s200/denise(083).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TDRWcPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/touNYsgcM70/s1600-h/denise(086).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156352830206194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TDRWcPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/touNYsgcM70/s200/denise(086).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TDRWcQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jRibgxy3tbg/s1600-h/denise(085).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156352830206210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TDRWcQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jRibgxy3tbg/s200/denise(085).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished at 1200, and then straight away back home. Took a shower, and then went to sleep. It’s a little bit cold, since it’s raining heavily. Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and have early dinner. I ate Indomie, my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me a new USB. It’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Samsung – USB Drive and Music Player”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I LOVE it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TTRWcRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LteNOd9ey2g/s1600-h/denise(088).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156357125173522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TTRWcRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LteNOd9ey2g/s200/denise(088).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I went to the dentist. Aww.. the worse trip ever! I hate dentist. =(&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned my teeth, it hurts, but worth it! It’s clean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TjRWcSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l2UIIne7jPA/s1600-h/denise(089).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078156361420140834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8TjRWcSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/l2UIIne7jPA/s200/denise(089).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. Sorry for being such a fussy girlfriend, scold you with no reasons sometimes. I know you feel stress for the last few weeks, especially this week. But I believe in you, and I totally know you’ll manage to pass the exam. I know you can. And beb, don’t force yourself. If you feel like too much, just stop and relax a bit. Ok?? Don’t fall sick ya… xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2462040573193385047?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2462040573193385047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2462040573193385047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2462040573193385047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2462040573193385047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/14th.html' title='14th'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnk8SzRWcOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VEdqGgDbYe0/s72-c/denise(083).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-352539214338850890</id><published>2007-06-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:36:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;June 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 in the morning. And do you know why? It’s a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my mom asked me, “Do you want to come with me for a little bit of walk tomorrow morning?” and I said, “Umph… I don’t know”&lt;br /&gt;She concluded that I said “yes”. Then she started to call her friends, asked them to join. Well I thought I wasn’t included, but this morning she woke me up, [actually she forced me to wake up]. I woke up like about 5 minutes, and start to sleep again. Then she said, “I find myself hate to repeat everything I said”… that’s her weapon! If you ignore her, wow you don’t want to know what happened! Lol. And you do want Denise’s mom to be happy. [swt’] then I yelled, “OK, for GOD sake mom! Fine..fine. I’m up!” then she defense herself by saying, “Hey, you promised me, young lady.”.. I was going to say, “Wtf, when the hell did I promise you!! I didn’t even say ‘yes’.” But I didn’t say that. She’s my mom after all. So I just said, “Fine”. Now she really pissed me off by saying, “Hey watch that attitude!”. Then I started to throw things, and slammed the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out from the house at 0515 hour. The route was from my house, then passed the “Garden” [it’s the name of the neighborhood], walked a lil’ bit further, out from the “Garden”, arrived at a local school named “IPEKA”, then walked back home with the same route. On the way back home, we stopped by at a small restaurant which owned by an old lady. She sells lots of thing like congee [we call it here as “Bubur”], Bihun [that’s the tiny noodle], Bakwan [made up from corn]. *slrrrp*. I ate the Bubur with cakwee and chicken. Oh, it tastes so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I arrived there, it’s raining. So that’s such a perfect time. Done with all the walking, eat Bubur, escaped from the rain. My lucky-morning. We waited there till’ the rain stop. Arrived home at 0630, straight away sleep. Can’t help it! My eyes feel so heavy. *zzz…* Then I decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 to 1, and that’s a really good sleep. I felt so bored, nothing to do at home some more, so I made myself jelly. Mmmm… I like it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_czRWcGI/AAAAAAAAATA/9l_0l2Xockk/s1600-h/denise(081).jpg"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807975147925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_czRWcGI/AAAAAAAAATA/9l_0l2Xockk/s200/denise(081).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the jelly, I called my twinnies-cousin. Actually I planned to ask her out, but apparently I haven’t taken a shower, and she felt lazy to go out. And finally comes to decision, I went to her house to do a little bit of make-up-test for my bigger cousin’s wedding. She doesn’t really know how to do all the make-up thingy, yet she has the best face curve of all. So I’m so happy to do the entire make up for her. She’ll become my experiment. Yippee. Here’s the result. I went back home at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcHI/AAAAAAAAATI/qTjsqn6Z2IA/s1600-h/denise(078).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807979442892914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcHI/AAAAAAAAATI/qTjsqn6Z2IA/s200/denise(078).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcII/AAAAAAAAATQ/32LfPmR4AI0/s1600-h/denise(079).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807979442892930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcII/AAAAAAAAATQ/32LfPmR4AI0/s200/denise(079).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcJI/AAAAAAAAATY/k71cGL-yIJg/s1600-h/denise(080).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807979442892946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dDRWcJI/AAAAAAAAATY/k71cGL-yIJg/s200/denise(080).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dTRWcKI/AAAAAAAAATg/LsSVOtGcvPU/s1600-h/denise(076).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077807983737860258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_dTRWcKI/AAAAAAAAATg/LsSVOtGcvPU/s200/denise(076).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077812158446071986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RngDQTRWcLI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hzblic1h5sY/s200/denise(077).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Later that night, I borrowed one of my cousin’s DVD. I borrowed like 6 movies. The first choice was the “Spiderman 3”. It’s good, and I like it. But too bad, Harry died. Fyi, Toby looks hot here. *yummy* &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077812162741039298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RngDQjRWcMI/AAAAAAAAATw/PTbtdMSF6k4/s200/denise(082).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mike, i now you feel sad now, i feel the same way too. but you know what, don't let this hold you down and broke your spirit to stand up tall again. and don't you ever feel that you're a failure. as what you've wrote, GOD has his own way for your life, and i believe he has purposes for what he's done. you just have to believe in yourself, and screw others! it's not them who live your life, it's YOU. so go go mikey! we'll wait for you, captain! *roger that*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077813468411097298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RngEcjRWcNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5XQgf2JbgUY/s200/mikey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU'VE GOT FRIENDS"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-352539214338850890?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/352539214338850890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=352539214338850890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/352539214338850890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/352539214338850890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/13th.html' title='13th'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rnf_czRWcGI/AAAAAAAAATA/9l_0l2Xockk/s72-c/denise(081).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-5646390641685946235</id><published>2007-06-19T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:29:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called today as my “&lt;em&gt;Baking day&lt;/em&gt;”. I woke up around 11, and that’s so not the best time for you to get up while you’re here in Jakarta, especially when your mom is MY MOM!&lt;br /&gt;Around 10, she’ll turn off the air conditioner, and leave you suffer from the HEAT! [Please mom, show some mercy!]. So by the time you woke up, you’ll be sweating like a pig, and I hate that. It’s because, my hair turns out to be so OILY after all the sweat!&lt;br /&gt;As today is my “Baking day”, so I decided to make the “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Banana Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 300gr plain flour&lt;br /&gt;- 3tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;- 70gr raw sugar&lt;br /&gt;- 185ml milk&lt;br /&gt;- 100gr melted butter&lt;br /&gt;- 1 egg beaten slightly&lt;br /&gt;- 250gr mashed banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1.&lt;em&gt;Heat up the oven to 180°&lt;br /&gt;2.Mix the flour, baking powder and sugar in one big bowl&lt;br /&gt;3.Prepare another bowl to mix the milk, melted butter, egg and mashed banana.&lt;br /&gt;4.Make a hole in the mixture of flour, etc. Pour the mixture of milk in it. Then stir it. [You can use mixer, but set it on the lowest level]&lt;br /&gt;5.On the other hand, prepare the container to bake it. Layer it with butter, so it won’t stick to the surface of the container.&lt;br /&gt;6.Pour it inside. The put it inside the oven. Wait for 45 – 50 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun and enjoy. Bonne Appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my mom’s fault of having the wrong oven, and the wrong container, it comes out like this! Sorry if it makes you lost your appetite and your desire to make it! But if you make it, take a picture of it and send it to me. I really LOVE to know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb6I/AAAAAAAAARg/QBNrdXQA9iY/s1600-h/denise(059).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454129972277154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb6I/AAAAAAAAARg/QBNrdXQA9iY/s200/denise(059).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 6 p.m. I picked up my cousin at Gading, and then we straight went out for dinner. We ate at “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gandhi Steak House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. Oh my, it tastes so good. Before that, I picked up my dress from the laundry shop named “&lt;strong&gt;5 a Sec&lt;/strong&gt;”. It costs me Rp. 20.500. Which costs around AU$3. So cheap right? After dinner I went to the mall. I bought two t-shirts. One for me and the other one is Steve’s cousin postponed-birthday-present. Lol. Here’s the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb7I/AAAAAAAAARo/Ag2axzQrnBI/s1600-h/denise(072).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454129972277170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb7I/AAAAAAAAARo/Ag2axzQrnBI/s200/denise(072).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb8I/AAAAAAAAARw/rieoay49qzQ/s1600-h/denise(073).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454129972277186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb8I/AAAAAAAAARw/rieoay49qzQ/s200/denise(073).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9ojRWb9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/7frmPk4e_8U/s1600-h/denise(074).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454134267244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9ojRWb9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/7frmPk4e_8U/s200/denise(074).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the t-shirt, it’s time for us to find a SHOE for my mom. We went inside a boutique named &lt;strong&gt;“Ghaudi”.&lt;/strong&gt; It’s so good. Perfect for her and she bought it, of course. Walked out from there, we walked in to “SOGO”. We were supposed to find her a clutch, but we got stuck at the cosmetic counter, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guerlain&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It’s her favorite brand for lipstick. So she bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9ojRWb-I/AAAAAAAAASA/gS2Yc2HX8oY/s1600-h/denise(075).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077454134267244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9ojRWb-I/AAAAAAAAASA/gS2Yc2HX8oY/s200/denise(075).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455757764882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna_HDRWcEI/AAAAAAAAASw/fnkFfmnXBfU/s200/denise(070).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;It's shopping time for DENISE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455177944297458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna-lTRWb_I/AAAAAAAAASI/dnvidbiJwI0/s200/denise(061).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455177944297474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna-lTRWcAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QY78UoZqfmQ/s200/denise(062).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455182239264786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna-ljRWcBI/AAAAAAAAASY/4QH_epUY-Jo/s200/denise(064).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455186534232098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna-lzRWcCI/AAAAAAAAASg/BrT8xA8sWQQ/s200/denise(067).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077455186534232114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna-lzRWcDI/AAAAAAAAASo/_vQZydpbxIw/s200/denise(069).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that’s it for today. And today I really miss him! So much. And I really jealous seeing people holding hands, boyfriend-girlfriend. Makes me devastated! Huhu… I miss youuuuuuuuu…………………………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077457480046768210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RnbArTRWcFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/BClXHbgdnRM/s200/denise(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-5646390641685946235?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/5646390641685946235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=5646390641685946235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5646390641685946235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5646390641685946235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/12th.html' title='12th'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna9oTRWb6I/AAAAAAAAARg/QBNrdXQA9iY/s72-c/denise(059).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7835173885673155369</id><published>2007-06-19T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:03:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th.</title><content type='html'>Today I’ll make it up to you guys for my absenteeism yesterday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 17, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the second important for my cousin, besides his wedding. Today he’s having his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Chinese Engagement Celebration”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which they called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sangjit”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I surely don’t know where the hell they got that name from. Lol. With this Sangjit, the family of the groom has to bring something which they called as the “offering”. [it sounds a lil’ bit spooky with the “offering” thingy] Anyway, the groom’s family has to bring 6 offerings, such as; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3 “Angpao” [for those who doesn’t know what angpao means, it’s a red envelope with money inside..],2 pairs candles along with a pair of Wine, 8 pork legs [obviously it’s canned, for PORK sake! Lol], 12 Kue Mangkok Merah [it’s a cake shape like a bowl.], 12 of Kue Sagon [made up from bean], and also fruits [orange and apple] along with candies and some other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I know it’s a lil’ bit too much, but this is how they do it. Here’s the picture of the “offering”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna5IDRWb3I/AAAAAAAAARI/4E_uwPKe9p8/s1600-h/denise(040).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077450011098640274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna54jRWb5I/AAAAAAAAARY/ISmvPbN2tv4/s200/denise(040).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Right after the sangjit, I went to my cousin’s house which located near the city, called “Pantai Indah Kapuk” a.k.a “PIK”. It can be called as one of the elite estate, so no wonder the houses there all are HUGE. I spent hours there, watching tv, eat everything I can. Lol. Then my mom forced me to come along with her to a mall, which quite near from my cousin’s house. It called “Megamall”. It’s not that MEGA, but it’s a MALL!&lt;br /&gt;I entered the mall, and the first thing I saw was the SALE! So damn good. It has been a dodgy days since I got here. So this was what I can call as an “HEAVEN”. I searched stuff through every counter there, and I stopped at the lingerie counter. It’s “Pierre Cardin”. Well most of you must’ve known that brand. Especially for those who like to play with someone’s bra strap! Lol. [Sorry mate can’t help it...]. Here’s the entire picture. Oops it’s obscene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna5ITRWb4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/mxI_UvYJpXk/s1600-h/denise(071).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077449182169952130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna5ITRWb4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/mxI_UvYJpXk/s200/denise(071).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all the tiring activities, I felt so hungry. So before I went home, I decided to buy cheeseburger from McD. I think there’s issue for McDonnald here. I asked for cheeseburger, but they gave me like &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Cheese-extra-tomato-sauce-burger”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;damn it! And it tastes like SHIT! [Sorry, but it is!] I should’ve taken a picture of that. =( anyway, after that nasty food, I straight away went back home. And enjoyed the rest of the evening watched my mom trying her gown for my cousin’s wedding. It took like 2 hours. She took the gown, and put some jewelry on, bag and shoes. She looked FAB! In spite of her bloating stomach, she’s all good! Nice body curve, no stretch-mark at all, fair skin color. So my dream body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for that day. After all those tiring stuff I did, I’ve never slept as great as last night!&lt;br /&gt;Tips for those who suffer from insomnia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Go for SHOPPING, all day long!&lt;br /&gt;2.Watch someone trying clothes for TWO hours.&lt;br /&gt;3.Keep up yourself on complaining and criticize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will totally works! Have fun trying!!!&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/5983752087339600274-7835173885673155369?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7835173885673155369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7835173885673155369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7835173885673155369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7835173885673155369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-ill-make-it-up-to-you-guys-for-my.html' title='11th.'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rna54jRWb5I/AAAAAAAAARY/ISmvPbN2tv4/s72-c/denise(040).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1055150293453700373</id><published>2007-06-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:02:48.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ~Teejay~ and also my lovely Auntie..</title><content type='html'>Now I remember that today is my 10th day here in Jakarta; place which full of craziness, crappiness, suckiness.. Nevertheless, it’s my home. It’s my everything. I know you won’t believe it, neither do I. But Jakarta is my hometown. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Was, is and will forever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [feels so patriotic right now. Lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;By the way, today is the 16th of June, in which today is my bestiebud’s birthday. My bitch’s birthday. So for you my bitchybud, I wish you happy birthday, along with all luck and happiness in this world. No more fucking-asshole, no more two-faces-bitch-with-big-boobs… and remember, that I’ll be there for you, thick or thin; high or low. Love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I woke up really late today, like around 11 o’clock, which means around 2 o’clock at Sydney’s time. This can be considered as a “pig”. Lol. I went for movies with my friends around 2, and the movie started at 3.40. I watched the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Fantastic Four’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which was quite good. Lots of action. It’s kinda funny tho’. Moreover, it’s a must-watch movie. The good news is, “Mr. Fantastic and Ms. Invisible” are getting married! Aww..so sweet! I miss my babe.. huhu. My friend, he’s holding hand with his girlfriend! Jealous me… I want that too. =(. [beb, I’ll be home soon!!]&lt;br /&gt;After movies, we’re supposed to get something to eat, but I felt too lazy for it, so I decided to went back home. On my way back home, I stopped by at laundry shop. And you should know what I was doing there. Lol. Well I didn’t know that laundry also has policy! Lol. But I found out something so unacceptable. They said “if there’s damage caused by the laundry, we will only pay by 10 times of the money that customer spend for the laundry”… and I said… &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKK”…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AU$200&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which cost &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rp. 1,400,000.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I paid for the laundry for Rp. 20,000.. so if something happen to my dress, they will only pay me for Rp. 200,000.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??????? I’ll SUE them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, complaint for today: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FUCKING MOSQUITOES!!!!!!! I’ll die soonnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you beb…. Mmuach!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-1055150293453700373?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1055150293453700373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1055150293453700373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1055150293453700373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1055150293453700373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-teejay-and-also-my.html' title='Happy Birthday ~Teejay~ and also my lovely Auntie..'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4802986027227057888</id><published>2007-06-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:46:17.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it the 8th or 9th? tell me.. lol</title><content type='html'>first of all, i wanted to say a really big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girlie-skinny-bestie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. thanks for edit my layout. this is so great! i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.. mmuachh!! i like it so much, i like every details of it! thank you so muchh...&lt;br /&gt;btw, actually i forgot whether today is the 8th day or the 9th day of my hols here.. so if you guys noe, tell me! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;This morning me, my mom, and my cousins went to BRI II. I fetched my cousin there to have an interview for her job. Well, the vice-boss who's working there is actually our cousin-in-law, but we had to pretend that we don't know him. hehe! that's so EASY!... oh ya, i found out something so funny there. we had to press the bell if we wanted to get in. Then my cousin pressed it, the funniest thing was, the sound of the bell. it's the "Happy Birthday" song, but i think the forgot to replace the battery, so it sounds like ... you know lah! if something that ran out of battery! lol... i was laaughingmy ass off!! ok never mind! i'll show you guys how it sounds when i get back there.&lt;br /&gt;after all the things with my cousin's interview thingy, we went to Plaza senayan! i love this place. lol. we went there to find my mom like a party clutch! she's just so not-good with party thing! in fact, she's way beyond a party-mom! she hates to dress up. so i have to force her! lol. we went to Gucci, Guess, Louis Vuitton, even Prada. I chose her the best bag at LV, instead of bought that, she told the salesperson that she'll give it another thought. i went out of the shop with a slight of dissapoinment. and i get even more dissapointed when she chose something really so-not-good from guess! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just kill me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahaha.... thank GOD she didn't buy that! *fiuh*...&lt;br /&gt;well that's the thing for today.. nothing much after that!&lt;br /&gt;well tonight, i went online with my besties.. Mike, Liying and my lovely beb... mmuach! miss you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mike congratulation for your exam! i know you'll do great for the result!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;for liying, i miss you so much! well have fun for your holiday there... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here she comes! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;p.s.  BEB I MISS YOU SO MUCH!! MORE THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4802986027227057888?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4802986027227057888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4802986027227057888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4802986027227057888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4802986027227057888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-8th-or-9th-tell-me-lol.html' title='is it the 8th or 9th? tell me.. lol'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3113860265725461225</id><published>2007-06-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:52:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th..</title><content type='html'>Today the seventh day of my holiday, nothing much happened. This morning I went to drop off my cousins to her work place. Things actually went wrong and went to all different directions. Lol. I planned to drop her off there, right before I went with my friend for shopping. But everything went wrong. I couldn’t get there on time. What so today I went for shopping. Didn’t buy that much! Just one piece of Polo shirt! [the same like yours beb]. Today was fine after all! A lil bit pissed off of him, but everything is fine now! Sorry for being such a BITCH! Well I am a bitch! Lol.. love you beb.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3113860265725461225?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3113860265725461225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3113860265725461225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3113860265725461225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3113860265725461225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/7th.html' title='7th..'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-151180535122284978</id><published>2007-06-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:14:24.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rm6cDzRWb1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A4XXAAuiiw8/s1600-h/liying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075165419209650002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rm6cDzRWb1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A4XXAAuiiw8/s200/liying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Layer One: On The Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: Denise M Widjaja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birth Date: 11 April 1988&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current status: In a relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eye Colour: Dark Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hair Colour: Drak Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Layer Two: On The Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your Heritage: Indonesian-Chinese-Dutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your Fears: a failure, a disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your Weaknesses: not a good first-meet-up person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: meat lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up: “what should I do, and where should I go today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your Bedtime: Lately around 11 to 12. Indonesia time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Four: Your Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke is my Cocaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: definitely McD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Both.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Not a really great fan of those, so both should be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tea or Nestea: Nestea. The Lemon one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate.. but for scents I love vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Five: Do You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Smoke: NO! Smelly and make kissing kind of nasty. lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Curse: Yes! A lot when I’m stress.. especially during exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Think you've been in love: I’m not sure. I know that I’m happy to be with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go to school: University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Want to get married: every girl’s dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Believe in yourself: Mostly. But not most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Think you're a health freak: You must be kidding.  I’m a junk-food addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Six: In the Past Month Have you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes. Plenty of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Been on stage: Used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eaten sushi: Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dyed your hair: Ever, but hate it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Seven: Have You Ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Played A Stripping Game: Nope. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: So not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Layer Eight: You're Hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Be Married: to someone who loves me JUST THE WAY I AM. Eventho’ I’m buldgy hopelessly fat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For a: great life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Nine: In a Girl/Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Eye + Best Hair Color Combination: anything.. well prefer hair color to be natural or mybe something that suits him. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Short hair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Ten: What Were You Doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Min Ago:&lt;/strong&gt; Thinking of the answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Hour Ago&lt;/strong&gt;: started to blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.5 Hours Ago&lt;/strong&gt;: Out there somewhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Month Ago&lt;/strong&gt;: chatting with liying..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Year Ago&lt;/strong&gt;: having holiday maybe…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love&lt;/span&gt;: me. And people around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Feel&lt;/span&gt;: so hot! It’s Indonesia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Hate&lt;/span&gt;: being outcasted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Hide&lt;/span&gt;: from someone I know. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Miss&lt;/span&gt;: ma beb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Need&lt;/span&gt;: to go to sleep. Otherwise my mom will scold me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer Twelve: Tag Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Since some have already been tagged, some don't blog, and some don't even read blogs, I'll just simply put names of who I think will continue tagging this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Teejay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. ….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. …. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6. …&lt;br /&gt;I can’t write mike and liying, since I know all this stuff from them. Lol. Btw should I really tag 5? Will there any curse if I don’t? ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-151180535122284978?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/151180535122284978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=151180535122284978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/151180535122284978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/151180535122284978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/Rm6cDzRWb1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A4XXAAuiiw8/s72-c/liying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-212820436073174327</id><published>2007-06-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:08:23.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixth day...</title><content type='html'>The sixth day of my hols, has been such a good day. Better than the other day. Today is the day when tj arrived here in Jakarta. After months passed by, finally we can really meet each other today for the first time. Miss her so much! Lol&lt;br /&gt;This morning I stayed at home til’ like around 2 o’clock, then tj called me then asked me out with her. I went to her house, and waited there for her to take a shower. Then we straight away went to Kelapa Gading mall. We hang around there, find something to eat. We ate Teppanyaki. Well actually at first we planned to eat something that cant be found at Sydney nor Canada. But we tempted by Teppanyaki. Lol. Then her friend named Hengky came and joined us. Then I decided to went back home. Tj and Hengky dropped me home, then they went to some other place. Today is my sist birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! Mmuacchh..&lt;br /&gt;Steve called me couple of time today. Well it’s quite a big number, but I’m happy for that. Sometimes he act like a lil’ kid which annoys me a lot, but that’s cute! I like it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Umph. Nothing much to write today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you beb.. so much!!!! feel so bored here. it's better there than here.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go home soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-212820436073174327?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/212820436073174327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=212820436073174327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/212820436073174327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/212820436073174327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/sixth-day.html' title='sixth day...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4056542405886416244</id><published>2007-06-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:52:06.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day of hell-hols.</title><content type='html'>The fifth day in this hellish town… today can be called as a not-really-dull day. Today my sist a.k.a cousin who employed as a secretary in one the-infamous company in Jakarta. She’s supposed to attend the meeting with her boss and others which I don’t know. Instead of doing so, she excused herself for not going for work because of a chronic diarrhea. Even so my mom joined to be one of her excuser. My mom called my sist’s boss and told him all the lame excuses. The thing is, if someone from your family-which can be called as an eldest {mom, dad, aunt, uncle, or grandparent} make an excuses for you to escape from the dodgy meeting or a really boring class, it usually works! That’s why, be friend with the eldest! Lol. So since she’s home, we planned to give us our beauty-therapy. We went to a beauty clinic for facial. {Facial = pinching your pimples} lmao. Every time I go to any clinic for a facial, at first I always thought that it’s going to be GREAT! Apparently, it’s the whole level of torturing yourself. {Mike, for sure.. it’s worse than getting your nipple pinched! Lol} and another disastrous thing is the after-facial. Your whole face, it’s swollen like dozen bees stung your face. All I want to do was covering my face. I wish I had the ninja thingy. {You noe what I mean!!}. Then we went to eat our lunch at the “Bakmie Pinangsia”. Sydney also has one, but not as good as the one here. But you should try the one at Sydney; it’s at Kingsford nearby the Oporto. à I guess. After eating, my mom asked me to come with her to buy the toilet sink. And we have to WALK in a sunny-dusty evening. That’s the 2nd level of torturing yourself. It’s just a so not a good thing to walk under the sun, at 1200 sharp in the evening. Plus it’s Indonesia! The sun is so unfriendly. Lol. {sorry for being such a miss complaint, but you’ll be if you’re here}. Shortly, we went to my dad’s office after that, chit-chat a lil bit, then went straight home. Nothing much to do for the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 o’clock, my friend named Ivan called me. He asked me out for dinner. We went to one of my favorite food stall nearby my house called “Mie Chelsea” {another noodle restaurant. I’m a noodle addict.}. the shitty thing, I forgot to bring my wallet, so he has to paid the bill for me. Then we straight away went to the “Roti Panggang” stall. {they sell toast!}. I ate “Pisang Bakar Coklat” [it’s just a roast banana with chocolate on it]. It tastes really good! I spent Rp. 20,000 for all of those. See I spent thousands for food! I’m rich man! Lol. We straight went back home after that. Bytheway, we gossiped about our stupid friends, and bitches who apparently used to be my friend! Be she deserved to be called as a BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;Steve called me today. He sounds so sad. Maybe it’s because he’s just too tired after all the study for his final exam which will be held the coming week [I guess…] and another reason is, he misses me! I miss you too beb. =(&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. It feels like I’m leaving his behind. But what can I do!?! I feel a lil’ bit guilty, and even more after his phone call. But I do deserve a good holiday, don’t I? after all dodgy semester I’ve been thru, I deserve something like this right??&lt;br /&gt;Just want to make it clear with you beb. I miss you so much. And I feel so bad to leave you there. The thing is, I want to be with you all the time, but I do have family and friends which I left behind the other day. So it’s normal if I want to see them and have fun. It’s not that I don’t want to stick with you, it’s just that I really need time to spent with someone I used to spent my time with. So please understand me. I know you’ve been such a wonderful loyal patient understanding boyfriend I’ve ever had, and I’m grateful for that. So just be patient there. I also can’t wait to see you again. It’s just one month, and I’ll spent like another 2 years with you there. Ok hon? Miss you so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I love you.. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4056542405886416244?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4056542405886416244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4056542405886416244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4056542405886416244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4056542405886416244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/5th-day-of-hell-hols.html' title='5th day of hell-hols.'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7446185669317694895</id><published>2007-06-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:46:33.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day</title><content type='html'>as what i wrote for the title, today is the fourth day.. still long long way to go til i get back to feel the cold crisp air of sydney rather than this hellish hot weather of Jakarta! lol.&lt;br /&gt;today, i went for church around 11 o'clock, means it's around 2 o'clock there in Sydney. I managed to call some of my friends to inform them that i'm around. they quite SURPRISE, and start calling me. idiot! dont noe what time your friend will coming back! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much for today actually, i went to the church which located at Kelapa Gading. It's quite near from my house. Takes 15-20 minutes drive. ~that's considered as near, since Jakarta so damn packed, and traffic jam quite an usual view. I miss my friend back there in Sydney and also Steve... Mikey send me msg today, he called me Princess after several times! lol. asked me how things going here. as usual, start to do a lil bit of his 'thing', said "poor steve got so much study and his wife ran away!" ... idiot! you can replace me for a while mike! lol.&lt;br /&gt;move on to the story of the day. I went to the mall after church, and literally i hunted for FOOD! i forced my mom to eat at one of my favorite restaurant there called "Taichan"... it's actually Japanese restaurant with no Japanese environment at all. kinda wierd! ahha. i ate the "Gyu Aona" ~if you don't know what the hell is that, it's a noodle served with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of meat and also some Bok Choy. lol!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, i decided to walk around a bit from store to store. kinda miss liying for this kind of stuff! lol. i searched for clothes and jeans, etc. ended up buying nothing! that's a good thing. lol&lt;br /&gt;i also went to Guess shop to buy my Mom's clutch for my cousin's wedding party, but apparently my mom doesn't really like any of them! well, i almost buy myself a watch which quite shockingly expensive.! lately, it has been such a shocking time for me. I found that all stuff here comes out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; number. unlike in Sydney! lol. idiot me... the watch cost Rp. 1,700,000.. big number right?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so tired after all, so we headed home. but on my way back, my mom asked me to drop her to one of a huge grocery shop there called "MACRO" -&gt; of course it's big! it's macro not micro! {that's lame-o} lol.&lt;br /&gt;she bought a huge mattress!... for whatever reason, she bought it! lol&lt;br /&gt;Steve called me, and you can really predict what he said.. "I Miss you!!"&lt;br /&gt;we as a matter of fact, ME TOO!!! you have no idea how much i miss you!! even just now, i actually fell asleep, and i started to dream about you! so don't you ever called that i dont care! i'll smack your big fat ass! , well maybe i'll tell mike to! {i noe you happy to hear this Mike!}&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go online now with him. totally miss him!! {not you Mike...} totally will spit everything to him.. all story, excitement, irritatement!! lol. i'm so excited to talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;miss youu!!!!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-7446185669317694895?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7446185669317694895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7446185669317694895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7446185669317694895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7446185669317694895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/fourth-day.html' title='Fourth Day'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3178525629002477692</id><published>2007-06-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:59:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the third day</title><content type='html'>hey,, today is the third day me in Jakarta.. as usuall, it's HOT! hehe&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the story for today. this morning, i woke up really damn late since it's Saturday and totally got nothing to do, since all my friend left me behind to watch Ocean Thirteen which i desperately wanna watch! asshole. what kind of friendd!!!!! *screaming*&lt;br /&gt;well, the fact was i couldn't go anyway.. because Saturday is me and my dad's day! so today we went to my favourite restaurant, called "Raja Kuring". It's located at the city.. so it takes 30 mins from my house by car.. anyway, i feel a lil bit nervous to drive here.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the restauran sooooo late... *typical me*. and i was sure enough that my dad a lil' bit pissed off. but he managed to calm down, and i managed to calm myself from nervous of getting him scolded me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i ate my favorite food.. it's a fish~ taste sooo good. called "Ikan Patin Tauco Cabe" *sllrrpp*...&lt;br /&gt;and 2 other foods. It's broccolli and Crab. whatever it is, Taste so GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;we finished around 3, so we went straight home... arrived home, we hang around together ~not in the living room~ in the bedroom. We watched tv, yet apparently it's not "WE" that watched the TV... it's only ME! my dad fell asleep, and SNORED!!! mygod! pleaassee......&lt;br /&gt;around 430, my mom asked me to get ready, because we had to go to my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;i arrived there at 6+.... and it's packed! no place to sit somemore.. actually none of my cousins noe that i arrived at 7th of June at Jakarta, so most of them were surprise! that's good then....&lt;br /&gt;the food there, it's horrible.. doesn't really taste that good. even the "scruffy murphy's rump steak" taste better! but still i ate that since i was so damn starving! lol.&lt;br /&gt;the house is massive... it's great! but i hate the weather today.. today just too much! the HOT was totally unbearable... dying for sydney! huhu.... have fun liying!&lt;br /&gt;i spent hours there, chit chat with my girls. miss them a LOT! can't wait to see them again.!&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it was okay~ my aunties told me that "i'm FAT!!" shit.. that's such a dissapoinment for ME! hell no i'm FAT! totally need diet... means, so NOT enjoying my hols here...! huhu...&lt;br /&gt;Got back home around 1046, i went to buy another food, called "Sate Padang" ... damn good! miss that so muchh....&lt;br /&gt;not as much as i miss HIM! =(&lt;br /&gt;he called me today, and he sounds so sad. i dont noe why, maybe he misses me a LOT! that's a good thing to noe that there's someone waiting there for you... love you! i MISS you too....&lt;br /&gt;so much.!&lt;br /&gt;and these days has been so hard for us to contact each other.. the internet connection back in Sydney, sucks! and also the one here.! daamnn slow! .. so he called me several times, then we msg each other! miss him a lot... want to see his face..! maybe later.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: my mom such a fussy-tiny-wittyy!!! hate her sometimes... she just can't stop scolding me... "so mom's typical!!" damn!! whatver!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss YOU beb!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3178525629002477692?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3178525629002477692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3178525629002477692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3178525629002477692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3178525629002477692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/third-day.html' title='the third day'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7957264277298707071</id><published>2007-06-08T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:50:06.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, "hell" home..</title><content type='html'>hey guyss!! miss you already.! btw, for the whole month, my blog will be a FULL-Text blog with no pictures in it.. but will definitely post the picture later.. kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the 7th of June, early in the morning i woke up and prepared everything and packed it inside my bag.. apparently i almost forgot my grandpa's ham! he'll kill me if i did!&lt;br /&gt;move on.. i went to the airport around 7.30 and it was raining so hard. with all the lightnings. so uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;steve actually came with me to the airport and helped me to do the check-in thingy. and i literally forced him to stay there. *miss you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of minutes of hugging each other, i let him go.! of course he asked me not to cry,. in fact i forced myself not to cry, at least in front of him. *sob* anyway, i went inside the custom and then find the counter which i can actually ask for a tax refund! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;then i straight went to gate 34, in which suddenly changed to gate 32. damn you!&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to boarded around 9.30... but due to the sucks weather condition that day,, my flight got delayed for 2 hours. and the worse thing was, i drank my sleeping pill. i couldnt help my eyes anymore, then i decided to sleep on the floor in front of the gate.! lol. what ever..&lt;br /&gt;finally after 2 hours, they let us walk inside the plane... and of course i arrived late at jakarta! but the 5 hours flight, it was all good! no turbulence, smooth take off and landing.. inspite of the nasty food, other than that, it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;my dad picked me up at the airport then went straight away to my house, but couldnt find my mom... btw, actually 7th of June is her birthday, so I made a surprise for her.&lt;br /&gt;my mom was at church at that time, so totally a really good time to surprise her! me and my cousins, went to the church to pick her up.. made a surprisee!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;she was literally jumped for joy when she saw me... that's so good!&lt;br /&gt;shortly, we went for dinner then straight away home. i miss steve so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first second day here, and today,, the weather just too HOT! i was sweating like a PIG!~~ all messed up...! i hate the weather, the people here who dont noe how to drive in a PROPER way! idiot..&lt;br /&gt;but still have to hang on for another weeks.. *sigh* i noe i can do it! just HANG ON!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,, btw, i feel so happy for liying and mike.. Liying finally passed all her subject, which is a good thing! so she can enjoy her hols... ALONE! ppooorr you.. lol. and for mikey, i'm so happy for him that he can managed to escape from resit another semester there at freaking INSEARCH! so i just have to pray for him on ACCG&gt; i noe you can do it mikey.. just imagined our university's life at UTS! all the clubs that we planned to join in. and all the stuffy stuff that we planned... we will have so much FUN! so you'll pass. and we will enjoy our laughters! best of luck mikey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one for steve.. i'm so deeply in such a dreadful feeling.. i miss you so bad, and i really want you to be here, which quite impossible, well i cant wait to go back there.... hugging you!! miss you.... mmuuach! xoxo.! study hard darl, for your exam! make me PROUD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-7957264277298707071?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7957264277298707071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7957264277298707071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7957264277298707071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7957264277298707071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-hell-home.html' title='Home, &quot;hell&quot; home..'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3111932719724756130</id><published>2007-05-08T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:19:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait For You - Elliot Yamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/2GLPes_4Ea/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/2GLPes_4Ea/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing you and I'm wishing you would come back through my door&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed but you wouldn't give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they &lt;br /&gt;Keep runnin' down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be feeling crazy &lt;br /&gt;(crazy)&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away&lt;br /&gt;(When) &lt;br /&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is and it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You're still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just, just start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance &lt;br /&gt;I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But you're telling me it won't be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie &lt;br /&gt;What you're keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;That is not how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I fine it just ain't true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting...&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/5983752087339600274-3111932719724756130?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3111932719724756130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3111932719724756130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3111932719724756130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3111932719724756130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/05/wait-for-you-elliot-yamin_08.html' title='Wait For You - Elliot Yamin'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6440543971860007272</id><published>2007-05-01T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:46:25.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;for the past few days, it has been such a HELL!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my whole body aching, i'm starting to fall sick in many different ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the fucked up thing is, ASSIGNMENT! so much to do so little time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to do the Statistic group assignment, which quite frankly turned out to be easy and nothing to worried about. but, i was so stress til' i wanna punch people in their face.! well, that's over now. I submitted today. Quite a relief.... *fiuh* now i can breathe a lil' bit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still SHIT HAPPENS.. still haven't finished my Law Reflective Journal *if you don't know what's that mean?? believe me, you don't wanna know!!"....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too much! annoying, irritating, stressing... arghh!!!!!!!!! #%&amp;(&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;^%!@@#@$#$%"&gt;*&amp;^%!@@#@$#$%&lt;/a&gt;^^&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PILE OF WORKSS!!! still have another FINANCE and IDIOT MARKETING!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT.. i dont wanna fail! but howw?????????!!!!! it's just so freaking HARD!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me...... *believe in YOU, JC* (sob..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is totally my point of breaking down... i just can't figure any way out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just stucked and blocked! whatever.... huhu!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AAAAARGRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6440543971860007272?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6440543971860007272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6440543971860007272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6440543971860007272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6440543971860007272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/05/suffering.html' title='suffering'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3781106766449190592</id><published>2007-04-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:31:17.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cooking club (spooning our heart)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28 April 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleptover at liying's right after work, which i did really stink! it's the fishh.. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i reached her house around 5 plus (i think).. the thing is, it was dark and i didnt have my watch with me.. whatever! lol. reached her house, washed my clothes then took a shower! a nice hot shower. feels so relaxing... makes me wanna sleep! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We decided to COOK our dinner rather than BUY dinner. (see, it's girl who's talking!). we officialy made our "cooking club" together! we pledge this : to cook more often, doesn't matter how it will taste (as long as we're cooking).. lol! ---&gt; that's just me.! i made that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We headed to Coles nearby around 7 to buy the ingredients we needed. We bought the veggie called "Bok Choy".. sounds funny and disgusting right.. but it tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058830758621353426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSTxapyFdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ifJziMo55WA/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*bok choy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we also bought the chicken breast. we totally had a great laugh about it.! it's not because of the "breast" or anything.. but this chicken breast totally shaped like an ASS. lol! by the time liying saw the chicken, she totally said it out loud.. "shit, the chicken breast looks like ASS!" .. and the person who sell it, she just stared at liying emotionless, while we're laughing our ASS off! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058832343464285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSVNqpyFeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4ObtFwAbscc/s200/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*big question mark (?).. "what's that?? chicken breast or chick's ASS..?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we started to cook the veggie first.. i called it "Garlic and Chilli Bok Choy"... sounds not right! lol.. doesnt matter then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSWLKpyFfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5hxn_K_tDiU/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058833400026240498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSWLKpyFfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5hxn_K_tDiU/s200/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058834383573751314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSXEapyFhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c-anYfvExvk/s200/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;*stir-fried the garlic. wait til' it turn brown*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058834881789957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSXhapyFiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sQpNi-EPTDw/s200/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*put the veggie inside. put salt, soy sauce, pepper, chilli, oyster sauce, sugar*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058835629114267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSYM6pyFjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EIZglng2zPg/s200/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*"shit liying, too salty"...."argh too much sugar"..."fuck it's hot!".."whatever, you cant taste it anyway.."*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The veggie done (show you the picture later...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now moving on to the chicken ASS, oopss... it's chicken BREASS! aha....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058836621251712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSZGqpyFkI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1Xxd4RS0EtY/s200/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;cut all the fat away....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSZZqpyFlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vy7MUIIXvBs/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058836947669227090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSZZqpyFlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vy7MUIIXvBs/s200/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058837265496807010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSZsKpyFmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h_Z7mPNxZfM/s200/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;liying the chicken breASSt 'whacker'... "whack that breASSt.."*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058837858202293874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSaOqpyFnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9VHw8TlL79o/s200/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;now she's playing with the breASSt. lol! she put the flour and the bread crumb on it.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all cooked, here's the picture of our 'special dinner'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058839322786141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSbj6pyFoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uBAXGI50_7Q/s200/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058839327081109138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSbkKpyFpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AwWH0n7IkTU/s200/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058839331376076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSbkapyFqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V3kPePgla-w/s200/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058839335671043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSbkqpyFrI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Qq9vas47oeY/s200/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after we finished eating all those delicious stuff, we cleaned everything (well, liying did all the clean).. we watched 3 movies. "trust the man", "prime" and "le divorce"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058840284858816194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjScb6pyFsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5TIhcDktIvA/s200/trust_the_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058840289153783506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSccKpyFtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/lJFd5dNmoTg/s200/prime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058840289153783522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSccKpyFuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DA7GQl6uVjo/s200/le-divorce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nothing to say... so that's it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we L.O.V.E fooodd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flirtyandlust &amp;amp; forevermore- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3781106766449190592?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3781106766449190592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3781106766449190592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3781106766449190592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3781106766449190592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/04/cooking-club-spooning-our-heart.html' title='the cooking club (spooning our heart)...'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjSTxapyFdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ifJziMo55WA/s72-c/DSC00496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7100346839737153921</id><published>2007-04-26T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:04:40.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perishers - Sway</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/UFtrUKEjFy/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/UFtrUKEjFy/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I talk to you as to a friend &lt;br /&gt;I hope that’s what you’ve come to be &lt;br /&gt;It feels as though we’ve made amends &lt;br /&gt;Like we found a way eventually &lt;br /&gt;It was you who picked the pieces up &lt;br /&gt;When I was a broken soul &lt;br /&gt;And then glued me back together &lt;br /&gt;Returned to me what others stole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you sway &lt;br /&gt;Like I know I’ve done before &lt;br /&gt;I will not do it anymore &lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a dreamer &lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my head among the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Well now that I’m coming down &lt;br /&gt;Won’t you be my solid ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and see a friend &lt;br /&gt;I hope that’s what you wanna be &lt;br /&gt;Are we back now where it all began &lt;br /&gt;Have you finally forgiven me &lt;br /&gt;You gathered my dreams in &lt;br /&gt;When they all blew away &lt;br /&gt;And then tricked ’em back into me &lt;br /&gt;You saved me I was almost dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you sway &lt;br /&gt;Like I know I’ve done before &lt;br /&gt;I will not do it anymore &lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a dreamer &lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my head among the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Well now that I’m coming down &lt;br /&gt;Won’t you be my solid ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you &lt;br /&gt;Like I know I’ve done before &lt;br /&gt;I will not do it anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna make you sway &lt;br /&gt;Like I know I’ve done before &lt;br /&gt;I will not do it anymore &lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a dreamer &lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my head among the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Well now that I’m coming down &lt;br /&gt;Won’t you be my solid ground&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/5983752087339600274-7100346839737153921?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7100346839737153921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7100346839737153921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7100346839737153921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7100346839737153921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/04/perishers-sway.html' title='The Perishers - Sway'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-128228179364233758</id><published>2007-04-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:05:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irvan's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was Irvan's birthday, and also some of my friends' birthday.. but now i'm going to talk everything about irvan's birthday..!&lt;br /&gt;that morning around 9+, i bugged Liying around from her beautiful sleep. lol! we went for movies after me and Steve bought something for Irvan's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me, liying and Steve, we went for two different movies. We watched the 'Stomp The Yard' at 11, which is totally good. Later that evening. Natalia joined us for the second movie which started at 2-"Are We done yet?".. this movie was okay. good enough for entertainment! fyi, better than mike! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, i finished watch the whole thing around 4, but liying and natalia, stayed back to watch another movie.. (mike, you can call us cheapscap.. or whatever it is! lol) they watched 'Sunshine'.. well liying said that it was good and sad... have to watch then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arrived at Irvan's house around 4.15, unfortunately, nobody's home, since he went to buy something for his own party. ...... We started to cook and prepare everything around 4.30 which was quite late.. so steve didnt have enough time to prepare his 'slow cook veal'... idk what the hell is that, but that's how he called them. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each one of us, have different role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCQa6pyFKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YU5sVlIiQJc/s1600-h/25042007(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057701173632570530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCQa6pyFKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YU5sVlIiQJc/s320/25042007(015).jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Boy a.k.a the 'main course' chef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. The 'entree chef''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCRKqpyFLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-6P4LtPoIZg/s1600-h/25042007(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057701993971324082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCRKqpyFLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-6P4LtPoIZg/s320/25042007(011).jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. C'est moi 'kitchen hand' (that's what steve called me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCRhKpyFMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nAM1juc3IR4/s1600-h/25042007(022)01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057702380518380738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCRhKpyFMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nAM1juc3IR4/s320/25042007(022)01.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Nina and Jessica, the 'pudding master'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCSPapyFNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s7mTLom9CpA/s1600-h/25042007(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057703175087330514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCSPapyFNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s7mTLom9CpA/s320/25042007(017).jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057703432785368290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCSeapyFOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nB-XgsLAYhs/s320/25042007(013).jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and also some of the guests who don't have a 'controlable appetite'. lol&lt;br /&gt;let us welcome Andre and Michael..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCTd6pyFPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6pqpIsCHmWc/s1600-h/25042007(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057704523707061490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCTd6pyFPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6pqpIsCHmWc/s320/25042007(010).jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057710721344869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCZGqpyFXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jdxwGFMc0ZM/s200/25042007(012).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's some photos of the food and everything... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCUaapyFSI/AAAAAAAAANM/BNcJhoFKz34/s1600-h/25042007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057705563089147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCUaapyFSI/AAAAAAAAANM/BNcJhoFKz34/s320/25042007(002).jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057711850921268674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCaIapyFcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WDjbNXe40PE/s200/25042007(001).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the entree (slow cooked veal) p.s. it was not really slow. lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057706288938620210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCVEqpyFTI/AAAAAAAAANU/nWHOH1T7VwA/s320/25042007(003).jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057706576701429058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCVVapyFUI/AAAAAAAAANc/WglQDYuN_PM/s320/25042007(004).jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057707074917635410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCVyapyFVI/AAAAAAAAANk/tuF7w1AmXT4/s320/25042007(006).jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;grilled chilli prawn - by: marcell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057710725639837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCZG6pyFYI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xDv3CX1-LII/s200/25042007(007).jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057710725639837074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCZG6pyFZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9JPTujcEEYo/s200/25042007(018).jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057710729934804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCZHKpyFaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fDiKHVopz_c/s200/25042007(020).jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the main course 'frambe prawn' by: Irvan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057710738524738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCZHqpyFbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2uZ4DQH6op4/s200/25042007(024).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Tiramisu....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sorry I forgot to take the picture of the dessert, but surely do it taste so G.O.O.D*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That night after all of those beautiful delissimo food and dessert, as usual, wherever Irvan goes, there's alcohol. So yesterday I feel so wasted. I drank 2 glasses of Red Wine, 1 glasses of White Wine (hold it, i guess it's two.. lol), then another Cocktail (2 shot of Vodka, Raspberry Juices, and another 2 substances which i didn't noe, and i didn't care! it tastes good anyway.)then another different shots. wtf, no wonder! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess that's it. I'm tired.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-128228179364233758?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/128228179364233758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=128228179364233758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/128228179364233758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/128228179364233758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/04/irvans-birthday.html' title='Irvan&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RjCQa6pyFKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YU5sVlIiQJc/s72-c/25042007(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1685807830973387615</id><published>2007-04-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:24:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn the house down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;jeez.. i havent blog anything since like forever.. sorry for that.! from this day onward, i promise myself to blog more often *i don't say it everyday* lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, yesterday was awful... it's just killing me..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this accident last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt so hungry.. well not that hungry, but really felt to munch something. hence, i decided to toast a bread. as usual, i put the level "light dark" ---&gt; if you noe what i meant. anyway, as i was really impatient to wait for the bread to 'pop' by itself, i pressed the button that make it 'pop'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i checked it, it didn't really come out as what i want, to be crunchy and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i put it inside again. but the thing was, i forgot to set the level to "light".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i left the kitchen back to my room. i was chatting and surfing the internet. then i heard the thing 'pop'. then i merged myself out of my room as i was really hungry. but then, i saw the bread turned to black.. as in reallyyy....black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stupid thing was, i laughed about it,i even showed the bread to steve. at that time, i didn't realize that there's a smoke inside the room. as i realized that, i hurried myself to open the window. but it was too late.. the goddamn fire alarm, IT RANG!!!!! it was ringing so hard til' i couldn't even hear what people saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve, his sister and his dad, merged all the way to the living room, the front door and also the back door.. openn all the things.( i meant door! lol) as i was busy 'waving' a piece of paper to -at least- drove the smoke away. But the stupid alarm didn't care. it kept on ringing for about 5 mins. shit, that was the longest 5 mins in my entire life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i'm 'waving' the paper, my thought started to wandering around. thinking about the fire brigade finally come to the house because of the false alarm that i caused. and for sure i'll spend a lot on it... i couldn't think clearly. i kept on saying "sorry" to everyone. esp. steve's dad! i felt so guilty...... it's not that i literally burned the house down, it's just because the thrill i have caused to their peaceful evening. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the thing is, they forgot where the HECK they kept the manual..... and steve started to call his brother-in-law, which apparently forgot the code... and i started to panicking even more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, FINALLY, miracle happened.. they found the manual!!! *yaayy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they put the code in, then it stopped! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you can see how long 5 mins is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i'm totally a piece of joke..!! they even laughed at me after that. well that's good then. they didn't scold me or anything!! lol.. THANK GODD!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i promised myself. i won't touch that bloody TOASTER! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056611298686173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RiyxL2FqglI/AAAAAAAAALs/i9q09WQR6DA/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                           *&lt;em&gt;that's the stupid bread*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056611650873492066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RiyxgWFqgmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bHyz9mnAPYU/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                        *&lt;em&gt;that's the stupid fire alarm*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can you be so freaking sensitive?? idiot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*--after this incident happened, i chat with michael"gay", and tell him everything! the thing is, never tell him anything, even when you're at the verge of suicide. you'll freaking kill yourself.! talking to him, it's just pointless, and it really wont help you much. i have to admit sometimes, he's kinda sweet and stuff, he's the clown... but sometimes, you just wanna kill youself when he's around. he's a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!!!!!!! and he's GAY! he's trying to steal every girl's boyfriend. incl. minE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;--* p.s i love michelle better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056613025263026802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RiyywWFqgnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JNAxv1FGjWc/s320/michelle+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-1685807830973387615?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1685807830973387615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1685807830973387615&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1685807830973387615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1685807830973387615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/04/burn-house-down.html' title='burn the house down'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RiyxL2FqglI/AAAAAAAAALs/i9q09WQR6DA/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-8520665207055649592</id><published>2007-02-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:04:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that men are worse than girls</title><content type='html'>first we state that man needs time, money, girls and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men = time x money x girls x sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we all know "time is money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Time = Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men = Money x Money x Girls x Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know men want girls as much as possible, because they want to have sex as many as they can.&lt;br /&gt;for them:&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Girls = sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for men's proof that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Girls = Evil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Evil = Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men = Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; x Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And because money is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore:   &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men = Evil x Evil&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    = Evil&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's proof :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; girls = evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's proof : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;men = evil&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are forced to conclude that men are worse than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-8520665207055649592?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/8520665207055649592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=8520665207055649592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8520665207055649592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8520665207055649592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/02/proof-that-men-are-worse-than-girls.html' title='proof that men are worse than girls'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1085427938327215426</id><published>2007-02-01T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:53:10.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proof that girls are e.v.i.l</title><content type='html'>First we state that girls require time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls = Time x Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we all know that "time is money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Time = Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Girls = Money x Money = Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because money is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;the root of all evil&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Girls = Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-1085427938327215426?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1085427938327215426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1085427938327215426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1085427938327215426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1085427938327215426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/02/proof-that-girls-are-evil.html' title='proof that girls are e.v.i.l'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7423173838913882438</id><published>2007-01-23T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:05:10.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondi's big chill over - for now</title><content type='html'>Sydney beachgoers were given a welcome relief from an icy summer of swimming, when warm water returned to the coast. Now we can call it SUMMER. the weather was gay a month ago. but lately it has been so good, instead of the gay sun!! arghh, everything so gay.  plus my wallet also gone.. ! stop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the water temperature shot up like o fever overnight. it was around 21C, plus the sun shine so brightt!! and foremost, it's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;The weather's hot and cold this summer so far, now the water's doing the same, so its pretty weird. Most ppl say that cold water at the beach is not uncommon during summer in Sydney but it generally passes in a few days. and what does make this unusual is how long it's lasted.&lt;br /&gt;The sudden arrival of more pleasant swimming conditions was due to southerly winds blowing the warm water back to shore, but forecasters say the welcome sea change will be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun. enjoy the summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-7423173838913882438?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7423173838913882438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7423173838913882438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7423173838913882438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7423173838913882438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/bondis-big-chill-over-for-now.html' title='Bondi&apos;s big chill over - for now'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3699834031469201812</id><published>2007-01-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:43:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark partly swallowed diver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="title"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Diver partly swallowed by shark&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="date"&gt;Tuesday Jan 23 17:25 AEDT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="noresource"&gt;&lt;div id="image"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/national/2301_diver_9.jpg" alt="(Nine Network Image)" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;An abalone diver told rescuers he was partly swallowed head-first by a Great White Shark in an attack off the NSW far south coast, but managed to fight his way free, suffering a broken nose and bite marks around the chest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Diver Eric Nerhus, 41, was underwater with his 25-year-old son and other divers off Cape Howe, near Eden, when the 3m shark attacked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Rescuers earlier mistakenly reported his age as 25.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "He stated that he was head-first into the shark," a spokeswoman for Snowy Hydro SouthCare rescue service said after airlifting the diver to hospital.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "When he came to us he was conscious and alert but had a broken nose and lacerations to both sides of his torso and chest — bite marks all the way around," the spokeswoman said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Nerhus told fellow divers he didn't see the shark coming as the water was so dirty that visibility was severely limited.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "It was black. He didn't see it coming, but he felt the bite and then started getting shaken, and that's when he knew he was in the mouth of the shark," said local diver Michael Mashado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The shark bit Nerhus around the head first, crushing his face mask and breaking his nose, fellow diver and friend Dennis Luobikis said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "He was actually bitten by the head...the shark swallowed his head," said Luobikis, adding a second bite by the shark saw it clench its jaw around Nerhus' torso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "The brunt of the bite was taken by his lead-weight vest. Its all over your torso. Eric said to me at the wharf that his weight vest saved him," he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Abalone divers spend sometimes 6 to 8 hours underwater and use lead weight vests, not lead belts, to stay down. The vests spread the lead weight across the body, minimising back strain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Nerhus fought frantically to free himself from the shark's jaws and was eventually pulled back aboard his boat by his son.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "He pushed his abalone chisel into its head while it was biting and it let him go and swam away," said Luobikis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Luobikis said it was a miracle his friend had lived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; "Eric is a tough boy, he's super fit. But I would say that would test anyone's resolve, being a fish lunch," he said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Attacks by Great White Sharks are usually fatal because of the massive size of the predators, which breed in Australia's cold southern waters, and the sheer force of their bites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Sharks, including Great Whites, are protected in Australia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Australia has had a number of shark attacks in the past year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; In December, a surfer off the southern coast survived an attack with minor injuries, while a 15-year-old boy swimming off a remote southwest beach had his leg bitten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Last January, a scuba diver off the Western Australian city of Perth survived an attack by a Great White after fighting it off with his speargun and then his hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; A 21-year-old woman died last January after she was attacked by three sharks while swimming off an island on Australia's northeast coast. She lost both forearms and suffered wounds to the legs and torso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="links"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/reuters.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3699834031469201812?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3699834031469201812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3699834031469201812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3699834031469201812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3699834031469201812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/shark-partly-swallowed-diver.html' title='Shark partly swallowed diver'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-8815364635110758741</id><published>2007-01-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:00:48.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last day with my new JAG wallet. =(</title><content type='html'>it was 20 January 2007. me and my friends, were planning to meet up for a study group at the UTS library.&lt;br /&gt;around 9 o'clock , I arrived at Li ying's apartement. we went for swimming, and went  inside the steam room, which is so damn hot! i cant even breath! lol&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. around 11 we packed up and  left the apartement. we actually planned to get a bus to the city. but the bus didnt come. so we started to walk, and li ying show me a place name Kepos St (kepo = busy body. kepos = busy bodies!) that's lame.! lol. but i found it so funny. this place has a king!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR4YLvahFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Cuga9V4Qgtc/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR4YLvahFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Cuga9V4Qgtc/s320/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022771841288799314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR4wLvahGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tgq4y7lImds/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR4wLvahGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Tgq4y7lImds/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022772253605659746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the view is quite good. it has the yellowish tree.. great neighbourhood! it's perfect.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR5cbvahHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0w8raQwNFiQ/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR5cbvahHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0w8raQwNFiQ/s320/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022773013814871154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR527vahII/AAAAAAAAALA/9kAOLYwC-wk/s1600-h/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR527vahII/AAAAAAAAALA/9kAOLYwC-wk/s320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022773469081404546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it even has a cute houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR6ULvahJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vAvyJmYpFEU/s1600-h/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR6ULvahJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vAvyJmYpFEU/s320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022773971592578194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like this one, but i didn't realize that the owner of the house was walking behind me! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR8hrvahKI/AAAAAAAAALY/H0wWYVx6s4M/s1600-h/DSC000351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR8hrvahKI/AAAAAAAAALY/H0wWYVx6s4M/s320/DSC000351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022776402544067746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm the new garbage girl.. "&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i lost my purse!!! i'm not gonna talk bout it nemore!! no...&lt;br /&gt;i want my purse backk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;who ever find my wallet pleasee give it back to me! i'll pay you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-8815364635110758741?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/8815364635110758741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=8815364635110758741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8815364635110758741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8815364635110758741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-last-day-with-my-new-jag-wallet.html' title='my last day with my new JAG wallet. =('/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR4YLvahFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Cuga9V4Qgtc/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-8067917258058529387</id><published>2007-01-22T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:31:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends are gay!!</title><content type='html'>"they love each other!!" lol.&lt;br /&gt;it happened at Management class (which is the most fun class ever! and we no longer have it for next semester! huh). well, Lee wasn't around, so we owned the class. lol!&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, here comes michael and gunawan (they're gay!!). Michael told us, that he want to proposed Gunawan, since he fell so much in love with gunawan.&lt;br /&gt;he even made a paper ring. aww so sweet.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the story :&lt;br /&gt;after a while, gunawan enter the class room. and sat at the back row...&lt;br /&gt;i turned off the light, and Michael walked towards him. He bowed down!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Gunawan, can you accept this?? we've been together for such a long time. why dont we make a possible ending for us??" Michael said.&lt;br /&gt;"unless you give me 2 grant, i'll do it! hey dont get any near to me! 2 meters!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRzuLvahCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F3Kzj59007M/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRzuLvahCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F3Kzj59007M/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022766721687782434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you are my sunshine gunawan. please accept me. i want you to brighten up my day! i beg you dear. accept my paper ring.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont be so cheap! i wont accept it. unless you give me a 24 carat gold ring!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i promise i'll give it to you later. just take it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after several attempts .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR1rLvahDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G74qyHDUdDQ/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR1rLvahDI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G74qyHDUdDQ/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022768869171430450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gunawan love, please marry me... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, he accept it.. yay!!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR2BrvahEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XGIUAz-3m7M/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbR2BrvahEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XGIUAz-3m7M/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022769255718487106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Newlywed.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "till death do us apart.."&lt;br /&gt;18 January 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-8067917258058529387?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/8067917258058529387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=8067917258058529387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8067917258058529387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8067917258058529387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-friends-are-gay.html' title='my friends are gay!!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRzuLvahCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/F3Kzj59007M/s72-c/DSC00146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-1207852041919973894</id><published>2007-01-22T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:10:26.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma weirdo</title><content type='html'>my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRv27vahAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b4SYUaYVqfA/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRv27vahAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b4SYUaYVqfA/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022762473965126658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh mi God!! what the hell???&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRwqrvahBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f7YqpaWNV10/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRwqrvahBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f7YqpaWNV10/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022763363023356946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And Oh mi God, what's the helmet for?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-1207852041919973894?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/1207852041919973894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=1207852041919973894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1207852041919973894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/1207852041919973894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/ma-weirdo.html' title='ma weirdo'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRv27vahAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b4SYUaYVqfA/s72-c/DSC00142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6373687799236937404</id><published>2007-01-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:01:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing freak!</title><content type='html'>ntip become really addicted to fishing! every spare time, he'll go fishing. and he merely got nothing. well except the other day he went fishing, he got the trevally and snapper.! and everytime he go for fishing with me, he never bring any fish home. i'm the bad luck. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRvA7vag_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/C5eUf13qEWQ/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRvA7vag_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/C5eUf13qEWQ/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022761546252190706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks yummy eh?? umph but i dont really like it. snapper better! lol.&lt;br /&gt;and when i said this, for instance, he complained like there's no tomorrow! ahh, shut up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6373687799236937404?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6373687799236937404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6373687799236937404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6373687799236937404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6373687799236937404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/fishing-freak.html' title='fishing freak!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RbRvA7vag_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/C5eUf13qEWQ/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-7907031463402030412</id><published>2007-01-16T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:47:29.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study vs. nacho</title><content type='html'>it was 15 january 2007. me and my new friends - li ying, natalia - arranged a study group at li ying's house. it's for this goddamn economics, but it turns up so easy lately!lol. practice makes perfect... most ppl think that we are a nerd, but who cares! we got the highest mark in class. i'll give the damn shit to be a nerd! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazUGbvag7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJSsxQDx_GU/s1600-h/P1150101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazUGbvag7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJSsxQDx_GU/s320/P1150101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020620891602191282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* study hard!* it's fake. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, 5 mnts studying, we felt really hungry. then we make the nacho!. . me and natalia bought the stuff, while li ying, prepared the oven and everything ready. (not that ready, she's confused about the food processor, while me and natalia confused where the goddamn food processor was! lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the before and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazVw7vag8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ExdMEnSFG6Y/s1600-h/P1150097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazVw7vag8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ExdMEnSFG6Y/s320/P1150097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020622721258259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazWervag9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XXGQW6Q0OL0/s1600-h/P1150100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazWervag9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/XXGQW6Q0OL0/s320/P1150100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020623507237274578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yummy right?? fyi, we're not a lousy cooker!! lol. it taste really good.-&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazXH7vag-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sFeWXTNiGys/s1600-h/P1150110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazXH7vag-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sFeWXTNiGys/s320/P1150110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020624215906878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nacho 15 January 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5983752087339600274-7907031463402030412?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/7907031463402030412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=7907031463402030412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7907031463402030412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/7907031463402030412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/study-vs-nacho.html' title='study vs. nacho'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RazUGbvag7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJSsxQDx_GU/s72-c/P1150101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-8523149217770170181</id><published>2007-01-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:59:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive: Croc victim speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaTGgLvag6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1VHtgNn_qqk/s1600-h/1001_crocman_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaTGgLvag6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1VHtgNn_qqk/s320/1001_crocman_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018354141007348642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A police officer stared down a monster crocodile off the far north Queensland coast, seconds after the beast had dragged him under the water by his head.  &lt;p&gt;  In an exclusive interview with &lt;i&gt;A Current Affair&lt;/i&gt;, Jeff Tanswell said he locked eyes with the reptile in the Torres Strait for an excruciating moment until the beast inexplicably swam away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr Tanswell said he had dived beneath the water and was returning to the surface when the crocodile wrapped its jaws around his head and dragged him down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "It was like someone got a big lump of coral and smashed it down on my head and everything went dark," Mr Tanswell said.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "It was like a massive pressure coming down and I felt like I was trying to get out from under something, and then I felt the bubbles and the water turbulence start." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Although the crocodile could easily have crushed its victim's skull, it suddenly let go of Mr Tanswell, who found himself face-to-face with the predator. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  "I've popped up and looked over to my left shoulder for some reason and there he is . . . he's right there beside me," he said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  "We've locked eyes for half a second and then he's taken off. He shot off about three metres away from me and then went down. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "When I saw him take off . . . I thought, 'this is what I've read about, sometimes they come back for a second go. I'm a sitting duck here'." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; It was at this moment that Mr Tanswell's wife Jane drove their boat between her husband and the man-eater — a decision that probably saved his life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "Somewhere in there I've started the boat. I saw his head come up and I saw the croc's belly and back roll away from (Jeff)," said Mrs Tanswell, also a police officer on Thursday Island. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Mr Tanswell said he was sure his wife's quick action had saved him from a gruesome death. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; "I've just locked my arm over the side of the boat and as I was looking down she's just reefed me in. It was a godsend," he said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The couple described the moment as a turning point in their lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div id="links"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/hw_ninelogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-8523149217770170181?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/8523149217770170181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=8523149217770170181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8523149217770170181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8523149217770170181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/exclusive-croc-victim-speaks.html' title='Exclusive: Croc victim speaks'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaTGgLvag6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1VHtgNn_qqk/s72-c/1001_crocman_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-95002059406429262</id><published>2007-01-10T07:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:40:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;hey, if you wanna see my blogs, it's just a click away....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;to view, click &lt;A href="http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;a href=http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com&gt;http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;have fun...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-95002059406429262?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/95002059406429262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=95002059406429262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/95002059406429262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/95002059406429262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4832070466138654176</id><published>2007-01-08T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:34:33.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer obsession'/><title type='text'>summer obsession</title><content type='html'>for the past 3 days, it has been sooo hot! the temperature is around 30. so, we -me, li ying, natalia- decided to went to bondi beach. before talking about the bitches in the beach, i have something.&lt;br /&gt;there'a a street entertainer, i call him, mr. beatboxer.  he's so awesome.  he can creates  sounds that appears to be a cachy music. idk how he does that, but it was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF1HEqpdzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kF4xDHbdLDQ/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF1HEqpdzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kF4xDHbdLDQ/s320/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017420224239597362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's him. performed in front of market city.&lt;br /&gt;he caught everyone's attention who passes the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF8L0qpd4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tKq8DamqaLc/s1600-h/bondi-beach-fat+boy+slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF8L0qpd4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/tKq8DamqaLc/s320/bondi-beach-fat+boy+slim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017428002425370498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alright now let's talk about the beach.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to met at the townhall around 10. then we headed to bondi.&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived there, there weren't so many people. well it's packed, but not so packed.&lt;br /&gt;we found a place, and started to unpacked our stuff. actually, we bought snickers, but it melted. so for sure we couldnt eat that. lol.!&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/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF7x0qpd2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ORTpk3uewiU/s1600-h/Bondi+beach-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF7x0qpd2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ORTpk3uewiU/s320/Bondi+beach-before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017427555748771682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; before - after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF76Eqpd3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3HcCgZLBVSc/s1600-h/Bondi+summer-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF76Eqpd3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3HcCgZLBVSc/s320/Bondi+summer-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017427697482692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF-jEqpd5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QOH6hPi7Cbw/s1600-h/Bondibeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF-jEqpd5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/QOH6hPi7Cbw/s320/Bondibeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017430600880584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, me and liying put a lot of sun block (spf 30+), while natalia put a lot of tanning lotion (spf 2+), but her skin still fair, while me and liying, got so tanned!! and now i got the sunburned. shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF2yUqpd0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2kZztFnDPOk/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF2yUqpd0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2kZztFnDPOk/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017422066780567362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the beach, later that night, ntip picked me up, and took me to his surprise dinner.!&lt;br /&gt;how's that sound?. it wasnt actually that surprise, since i knew that we're going for dinner, but it's the place that surprised me. he always do that! but that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;we went to italian village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaGAEEqpd8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/vINuruIpo24/s1600-h/Italian+village+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaGAEEqpd8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/vINuruIpo24/s320/Italian+village+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017432267327895490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF_d0qpd6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9Omit-Y2XRI/s1600-h/Italian+Village+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF_d0qpd6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9Omit-Y2XRI/s320/Italian+Village+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017431610197899170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there was great. actually mine wasn't that great, since i ordered the goddamn fetuccinni. but ntip's, was great! he ordered the lamb. and it taste really great! i want it.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after italian village, we went to Max Brenner. (the first place after we became gf-bf)&lt;br /&gt;it's the chocolate by the bald man. lol.! enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaGBQEqpd9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XIJ_UwFJM94/s1600-h/Max+brenner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaGBQEqpd9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XIJ_UwFJM94/s320/Max+brenner.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017433572997953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4832070466138654176?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4832070466138654176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4832070466138654176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4832070466138654176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4832070466138654176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/summer-obsession.html' title='summer obsession'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RaF1HEqpdzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kF4xDHbdLDQ/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2459932096070983040</id><published>2007-01-01T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:13:28.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjp_CNFMUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5U5xw5K8BXU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjp_CNFMUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5U5xw5K8BXU/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015015454209814850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Amanda Woods (Cameron Diaz) runs a thriving L.A. marketing business and lives in Southern California. Iris Simpkins (Kate Winslet) writes the popular wedding column for London's Daily Telegraph newspaper and resides in a charming sottage in the English countryside.&lt;br /&gt;    Though Iris and Amanda live 6,000 miles apart, they are in exactly the same place: just before Christmas, Iris and Amanda decide to take a needed break from the men in their lives (played by Edward Burns and Rufus Sewell) -- and neither is much in the mood for a nostalgic chorus of Auld Lang Syne.&lt;br /&gt;    Amanda, wanting to get out of town for the holidays, stumbles onto an internet site that specialises in home exchanges, and find Iris's English cottage to be the perfect antidote to her troubles. On impulse, Amanda and Iris agree to crisscross the Atlantic and move into each other's home for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;    Iris lands in Los Angeles on a spectacularly warm and clear day. Not long after she arrives at Amanda's Brentwood home, she is befriended by Miles (Jack Black), a film composer who works with Amanda's ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;    In England, where it is anything but balmy, Amanda is just setting into the cosy solitude of the snow-covered Rose Hill Cottage, when Iris's handsome brother Graham (Jude Law) comes knocking at the cottage door.&lt;br /&gt;    From Nancy Meyers, the director of WHAT WOMEN WANT and SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE comes this ensemble romantic comedy about the strange ways of love, the high price of neglecting your own heart, and discovering that the best trips are the ones where you leave your baggage behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2459932096070983040?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2459932096070983040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2459932096070983040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2459932096070983040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2459932096070983040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/holiday.html' title='The Holiday'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjp_CNFMUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5U5xw5K8BXU/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-497098683451086594</id><published>2007-01-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:47:18.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy new year! yesterday was b.e.a.utiful.! i went, well actually we went to the Mrs. Mcquarrie's chair to watch the annual fireworks festival that being held at the 3 spot around Harbour Bridge and Sydney Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjdESNFMQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p5KS4mwpvN8/s1600-h/0101_syd2_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjdESNFMQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p5KS4mwpvN8/s200/0101_syd2_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015001250752966914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjdIyNFMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dx4Jpso748c/s1600-h/0101_syd3_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjdIyNFMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dx4Jpso748c/s200/0101_syd3_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015001328062378258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing. well, since this is my first time watching the fireworks, i call it the best. nevertheless, ntip told me that it was not good enough compare to last year. well who cares. as long as i spend it with you beb.! lol. after the countdown, we kissed and hugged.! too bad i didn't have to photo. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i took some pictures too, me and ntip. the crowd yesterday. it was PACKED. and i never saw a toilet queue like that.!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZje3SNFMSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zHh1jYvM33E/s1600-h/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZje3SNFMSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zHh1jYvM33E/s200/DSC00131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015003226437923106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and i have to admit, that this is my most incredible experience that i'll never forget. why is that??&lt;br /&gt;1.  it's new year's eve&lt;br /&gt;2.  fireworks&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sydney&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ntip....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how that's sound??? good eh.! don't be jealous or anything, but surely i have my almost perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w Year. Welcome 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjmRiNFMTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AoKZFXg6eJ0/s1600-h/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjmRiNFMTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AoKZFXg6eJ0/s200/DSC00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011373990883634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-497098683451086594?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/497098683451086594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=497098683451086594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/497098683451086594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/497098683451086594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-2007.html' title='hello 2007'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZjdESNFMQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p5KS4mwpvN8/s72-c/0101_syd2_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-6035054816266022792</id><published>2006-12-30T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:44:59.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3 days ago - me, ntip and harold - we went for fishing. earlyyy in the morning..! it was about 4 o'clock.! fiuh,, exhausted huh. i ended up sleeping whole day, and almost missed my appointment with natalia! sorry.. lol. well anyways, here'r the story about the fishing thing..&lt;br /&gt;actually, we went for fishing twice, the first one we ALMOST caught a KINGFISH, but we lost it, since the lure and everything was old, and snapped easily. we lost it, and we got nothing! as a matter of fact, we didn't much prepared for that fishin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;g time. the second time, i almost sure that we were ready. we got all the things set and done. but shit happens.! we almost got that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bloody skate/sting ray, but since that friggin ani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mal burried himself inside the sand, so it's hard to pull it out. we, ntip and harold, struggle for it for almost half an hour, but the result, again it snapped! SHIT. alright forget it. not really happy bout that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just see the picture i took at the BROWN ROCKS - La Perrouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOCwAC6vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iTZrtyC7oNI/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOCwAC6vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iTZrtyC7oNI/s200/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014281044275423986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOSQAC6wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xTgGAt8s16c/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOSQAC6wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xTgGAt8s16c/s200/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014281310563396354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOqwAC6xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/prVFBNY1kNo/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOqwAC6xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/prVFBNY1kNo/s200/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014281731470191378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at noon, me, ntip and tyrza went to Maroubra beach! well actually harold came along with us, but he prefer to stay at the car, and sleep. since he doesn't want the sun expose its heat directly to his skin. lol. ntip got a bad sunburn, and i got tanned, its good tho!&lt;br /&gt;at night we went to Bondi Junction for shopping! well since i cant control myself when i saw something good, i bought a bag. it's guess, and it's cheap! it's 50% off. so no wonder eh???&lt;br /&gt;i walked around there with ma beb, nothing much but it was fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZQQgAC6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/evXGy-XdnxU/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZQQgAC6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/evXGy-XdnxU/s200/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014283479521880866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZQ5gAC6zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8Dl2vQLEPbo/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZQ5gAC6zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8Dl2vQLEPbo/s200/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014284183896517426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, gtg to sleep. i'll catch you guys up with something more..!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the bag at the photo, that's the new guess bag.... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-6035054816266022792?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/6035054816266022792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=6035054816266022792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6035054816266022792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/6035054816266022792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-hobby.html' title='new hobby'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZZOCwAC6vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iTZrtyC7oNI/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2708995199653774878</id><published>2006-12-26T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:36:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas et Boxing day!</title><content type='html'>merry christmas guys.! yesterday was 25 December 2006, which is obvious enough is a Christmas Day.! loads of Christmas trees, and also sparkling houses. well, in fact, here in Australia, they held the annual festival of decorating their house with lights and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD15wAC6hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oXwgGSIvz3I/s1600-h/The_Kenned_m1331893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD15wAC6hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oXwgGSIvz3I/s320/The_Kenned_m1331893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012776757749803538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD2CwAC6iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ymTkkxgUupQ/s1600-h/Pat_and_Ja_m1331894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD2CwAC6iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ymTkkxgUupQ/s320/Pat_and_Ja_m1331894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012776912368626210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD2MAAC6jI/AAAAAAAAACE/j33_2GNx0RQ/s1600-h/Golly_What_m982725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD2MAAC6jI/AAAAAAAAACE/j33_2GNx0RQ/s320/Golly_What_m982725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012777071282416178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Patrick Kennedy has been decorating his house for Christmas for 12 years, but his power supply has never had to illuminate a dazzling 40,000 lights before. That is almost twice as many lights as last year and a da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;unting figure when you consider he began with just 300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, yesterday i had the christmas dinner with ma beb and his family, of cour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;se..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we cooked a lot of things! the turkey, the leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ham, pasta and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEKtAAC6lI/AAAAAAAAACo/xxMMitIFmEM/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEKtAAC6lI/AAAAAAAAACo/xxMMitIFmEM/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012799628450654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEK-AAC6mI/AAAAAAAAACw/7b7lt36gjKk/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEK-AAC6mI/AAAAAAAAACw/7b7lt36gjKk/s320/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012799920508430946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slrp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pp... yummy!! i want moreee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the bad news is, yesterday i was willing to broke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with ntip.. well it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed several times, because of me being a bitch. and just follow my ego. but yesterday, it was catastroph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;he cried.. and not in a normal way.. it was "WOW"! and he fell down on his knee, begging me not to give him up! the time i saw him like that, i totally got a weak knee, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d couldnt think of anything! i thought i would p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ass out.! (sorry beb, i always make you cry. it's my ego that hurt you the most!) and all i need is a HUG! a big HUG from my teddy bear. huh.&lt;br /&gt;aite, move on!!! well the other news, his sister just gave a birth this morning at 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;45. it's a girl name Dianta Christina Abadi. (hope it's right!) she's cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Christmas day, but today, it's the Boxing day.. and it meanss....... SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;i shopped like crazy mad girl.! any cute clothes, i grabbed it. any cute bags, i took it.! fiuh, i was exhausted but it was fun.! i spent $200 for tday. i'm broke now!lol.&lt;br /&gt;besides me being crazy, the mall and the queue was also crazy! it was hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEQDQAC6nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1_Os3N5fx8M/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEQDQAC6nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1_Os3N5fx8M/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012805508260883058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what do you think.! they didn't queue for anything but for escalator.! damn.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even walk! shit, it was PACKED.!&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't even move your ass.&lt;br /&gt;and the BAD news is, there were loaaaddss of INDIAN... and for sure, they smell like curry.! euuww..... vomit! damn you INDIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEROAAC6oI/AAAAAAAAADA/iSAx5LPsEAw/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEROAAC6oI/AAAAAAAAADA/iSAx5LPsEAw/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012806792456104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZERoQAC6pI/AAAAAAAAADI/THAt6CebgSs/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZERoQAC6pI/AAAAAAAAADI/THAt6CebgSs/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012807243427670674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZER5wAC6qI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-YfsEF8aIRA/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZER5wAC6qI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-YfsEF8aIRA/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012807544075381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZESwQAC6sI/AAAAAAAAADg/q-IAoywZFac/s1600-h/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZESwQAC6sI/AAAAAAAAADg/q-IAoywZFac/s320/DSC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012808480378251970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Let's go shopping beb. it's BOXING day! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEVxgAC6uI/AAAAAAAAADw/WNKUdhR69wQ/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZEVxgAC6uI/AAAAAAAAADw/WNKUdhR69wQ/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012811800387971810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2708995199653774878?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2708995199653774878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2708995199653774878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2708995199653774878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2708995199653774878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-et-boxing-day.html' title='Christmas et Boxing day!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RZD15wAC6hI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oXwgGSIvz3I/s72-c/The_Kenned_m1331893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-5033789803413032366</id><published>2006-12-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:32:41.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours of exicitement!</title><content type='html'>i worked yesterday for fu**in 24 hours!! shit that's miserable, but the moneyy.. uwwhh it's good eh!! it' s alot.!! damn.. i'll go mad for boxing day! tres bien..&lt;br /&gt;24 hours workin, i spent 2 hours  to sit. that  meanss....... 22 hours standing!!! shit.!&lt;br /&gt;i really need a massagE! ntip... can you? do you mind? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9fNAAC6dI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZjUXtdiaM_Q/s1600-h/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9fNAAC6dI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZjUXtdiaM_Q/s320/DSC00102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012329587229780434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alright, ladies and gentleman!!&lt;br /&gt;here's the 'torture chamber' but makes me a lot of money! yay.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate this place when it comes to work, but i really love this place when i see the money i get. sorry boss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but yesterday it was fun and miserable.!! thank God it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9gRQAC6eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3_ypV9lHFa0/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9gRQAC6eI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3_ypV9lHFa0/s320/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012330759755852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here's ma beb. taken when he's going to work with me last nite! i love when he wears polo shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; and this one is GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;i love you beb. and you look great in any kind of clothes! but you belly honey,, minimize it. pls?? mucho" love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9hPQAC6fI/AAAAAAAAABY/M5DuTuN7c9A/s1600-h/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9hPQAC6fI/AAAAAAAAABY/M5DuTuN7c9A/s320/DSC00100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012331824907741682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this one, is my favorite food!! it taste soooo good! ehmmmm,,, yummy eh?&lt;br /&gt;uh. so tired now!! gtg, sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-5033789803413032366?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/5033789803413032366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=5033789803413032366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5033789803413032366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/5033789803413032366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/24-hours-of-exicitement.html' title='24 hours of exicitement!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RY9fNAAC6dI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZjUXtdiaM_Q/s72-c/DSC00102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2086831629743016171</id><published>2006-12-22T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:30:52.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 December 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(Greater Union, George Street)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;few days ago i watched this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/premiere-photos/?id=18"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Premiere Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/53358.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its the time when he goes for sunbathing at the RIVER, not the BEACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=10"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56243.jpg" border="0" height="282" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its the time when he destroy the whole antique store. and cost him like $53,000 or more..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=11"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56237.jpg" border="0" height="248" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's when he tried to learn American culture of having formal dinner, when he appeared to do stupid things.. he poop at the toilet, but came back with a bag of his shit.ahah. and he asked permission to call his friend to come along, and appears the one that he called is a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=12"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56240.jpg" border="0" height="249" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is when he consider talking about his sister pussy is a funny matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=13"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56247.jpg" border="0" height="294" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gay parade, he ends up with two guys in his hotel room, and rub his back and his .... in the bathroom! ahah. and he didnt noe that those guys are GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=14"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56246.jpg" border="0" height="312" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kazahkstan is number 1 country..." he adapted the America's anthem with a word of his country's anthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Borat/movie/16299/photos/?id=19"&gt;&lt;img class="mv_photo" alt="Sacha Cohen in Borat Production Photo" src="http://au.i1.yimg.com/movies.aunz.yimg.com/2005/photos/main/56250.jpg" border="0" height="400" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jagshemash, I like you! Do you like me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2086831629743016171?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2086831629743016171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2086831629743016171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2086831629743016171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2086831629743016171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-december-2006-greater-union-george.html' title=''/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4815188511958742426</id><published>2006-12-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:18:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.12.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYt2SwAC6cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OJouZ5KInek/s1600-h/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011229074874624450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYt2SwAC6cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OJouZ5KInek/s320/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy 3 months babe...&lt;br /&gt;this morning, at 630 to be precise, ntip walked in to my room, and gave me a HUGE kiss, and also a piece of paper.! well it's freakin 630 in the morning darling!! i couldn't even open my eyes.!! after gave me the paper, he said "happy 3 months ya beb!"&lt;br /&gt;well, all i could do just threw my great smile. lol! well as a matter of fact, i had no power to open my eyes, and said the same thing to him! lol.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, he write the POEM... it's good tho! well it's perfect (he complained about me saying his words almost perfect!).&lt;br /&gt;here's the POEM! (hint: next time babe, buy a paper. dont take it from your drawer. write in a nice handwriting, spray parfume on it.! put it inside an envelope. aite?? make it pink!lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Seven Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;Eternity is a step away.&lt;br /&gt;My love continues to grow,&lt;br /&gt;with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treasure of love,&lt;br /&gt;I cherish within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a joy to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;With each touch of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;whenever we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;know I hold you dearly,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these seven words,&lt;br /&gt;I pray hold true.&lt;br /&gt;"Forever and always,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ntip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;how was that??? i bet you'll fall in love with him! and i do! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you beb. happy 3 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4815188511958742426?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4815188511958742426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4815188511958742426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4815188511958742426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4815188511958742426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/22122006.html' title='22.12.2006'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYt2SwAC6cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OJouZ5KInek/s72-c/DSC00099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-8231550269707490055</id><published>2006-12-22T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:56:45.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak hail ravages NSW town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYtx5gAC6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v5GxoihdErY/s1600-h/current+issue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYtx5gAC6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v5GxoihdErY/s320/current+issue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011224243036416434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A major effort will be needed to repair about 1,000 homes and other property damaged in a freak hailstorm that lashed the northern NSW city of Armidale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city has been declared a natural disaster area following the storm that hammered its eastern quarter for about 20 minutes on Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm left a trail of destruction in its wake, with homes unroofed, windows smashed, cars damaged, trees stripped of foliage and glass from broken window strewn about the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the homes suffered only minor damage such as wet carpets and broken windows, not requiring a State Emergency Service (SES) call-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the SES received about 195 calls for assistance to repair homes and more than 100 SES volunteers, Rural Fire Service volunteers, police and council staff worked through the night to help residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Insurance Council has advised policyholders in Armidale to contact their insurance providers immediately, so that their claims can be assessed as quickly as possible.&lt;p&gt;The council's chief executive, Kerrie Kelly, said insurers were working hard to assess the damage as quickly as possible to facilitate a speedy recovery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/logo_aap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©AAP 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-8231550269707490055?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/8231550269707490055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=8231550269707490055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8231550269707490055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/8231550269707490055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/freak-hail-ravages-nsw-town.html' title='freak hail ravages NSW town'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYtx5gAC6bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/v5GxoihdErY/s72-c/current+issue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-2750283848219459118</id><published>2006-12-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:22:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good clothes good price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpQRQAC6YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r9851kz651g/s1600-h/DSC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpQRQAC6YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r9851kz651g/s320/DSC00091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010905792686254466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;good clothes, good price! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;bought it yesterday for mom and dad! well its a lil bit unequal, because my dad get 2, while my mom just get 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt; well dont be dissapointed mom, yours more expensive than dad! sshh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt; actually, this is my self satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt; i bought it with my own money! yay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's the first time tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;usually, i ask my dad to give me money to buy mom's christmas present, and i ask my mom to give me money, which is from dad, to buy dad's christmas present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;so literally, i spend nothing. i use my dad's money, and mom use her credit card which dad pays for it.! so technically, dad buy all the things. even the christmas present for him. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;but now, dont worry dad, i wont ask my money back! lol. it cost me almost $500. but it's worthwhile! have a merry christmas mom and dad. you're gonna spend this christmas without me eh? sad! i miss my mom, i miss my dad, i miss the food, i miss my car! i'll come home next year! but now you guys, newly wed rite?? without me.. you've gotta have some fun tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpZMgAC6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SIQfTCzVp2s/s1600-h/DSC00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpZMgAC6ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SIQfTCzVp2s/s320/DSC00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010915606686525842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;and finally, today i bought ma beb the christmas present. i bought him the mosscino jeans, actually he doesn't like the straight jeans, but i bought him. i'm a good pusher tho'. and he better use it. if he doesn't, i'll kill him! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;and he bought me the oroton sunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's good eh? i l.o.v.e it! xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;good to have him. i love him so goddamn much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;he's my christmas present come true! thanks GOD!. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;well, actually these two presents weren't suprise both of us that much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;yesterday, he told me his present for me, well i was suprised... but not THAT surprise.! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;and today, i wasn't surprise him THAT much! because he knew what i was going to buy him and everything! but we both like it! am i right honey?? all i want for christmas is you. but the present, i'll accept it! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpcwAAC6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/68IOaUY31UQ/s1600-h/DSC00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpcwAAC6aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/68IOaUY31UQ/s320/DSC00097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010919515106765218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but these greeting cards, surprised us. well, mostly, i surprised! because i never thought he could write those sweet words in a perfect way, it's scary.! well, as usuall, his grammar! lol. no offence darling.! i know you're reading it!&lt;br /&gt;well, he guards this cards thru stormy weather! lol. it was raining dear??&lt;br /&gt;well i don't care about the envelope, i love what's inside, and i truly love what's inside your heart. that's the most important thing rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;beb, my whole world has become a place of wonder and delight! you're mezmerizing me in every way. i love it! you're totally worth to have. i'll never let you go.! you're my everything. i noe i said these cheesy cliche word, but i hope you'll always be my everything.&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;denise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-2750283848219459118?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/2750283848219459118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=2750283848219459118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2750283848219459118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/2750283848219459118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-clothes-good-price.html' title='good clothes good price'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQZgdRBjauA/RYpQRQAC6YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r9851kz651g/s72-c/DSC00091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-4622821751974048751</id><published>2006-12-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:17:00.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma happy holiday's shopping.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well its almost 11, but i merely feel sleepy. this goddamn v take action on night! duh.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw, gotta work early. ok, more money to get and more money to SPEND!&lt;br /&gt;save some tho' for my mom..&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went out with ntip looking for present for my mom and dad.! but the disaster happened in the morning even before the joy had started (the shopping thing, and most probably going out with me). he received his UAI, and he only got ... and its below that freaking average!!&lt;br /&gt;i convinced my self that he can enroll to the university, till i get to the admission center, and the consideration to enroll is so high!! beyond believe. feel bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;but he tried to put smile on his face, while i know, he's brainstorming. we went to burberry shop to find some clothes for my mom and dad. i ended up with the manager, which is so girlishh. (you know what i mean rite?) but he served better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;he tried to play the fashion consultant thing by saying "here we go ladies and gentlemen!".. ok that's freak me out a lil bit. but he is a nice guy. i like him!!&lt;br /&gt;i bought a sweater and a polo shirt for my dad.. (i told the manager that my dad is massive! sshhh, dont tell my dad. xp). i took off from the shop, but then i decided to buy something for my mom there... then i went back there, and bought her the 3/4 sleeves. well it's good! and the colour is red!! her favorite!&lt;br /&gt;well i only bought 1 for my mom, since her's is much more expensive than dad's.&lt;br /&gt;two clothes for dad cost me 1 shirt for my mom. that's fair enough rite?? ahha&lt;br /&gt;and foremost, ntip bought me something for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;its the thing that i've never change for a long time... it's not because i like it so much, its because i cant afford it, and i cant find the better one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;he bought me the OROTON sunnies! i like it a LOT!...&lt;br /&gt;it cost him much, but he didnt take the consideration.!&lt;br /&gt;and he gave the sweetest greeting card ever. it shapes like a door sign, with a text like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"one i love. do not disturb. kissing under the mistletoe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE it.! he wrote the sweetest thing ever happened in my life!! arghh.... love youuuu!!&lt;br /&gt;huh, but i haven't bought him anything!! and i have no idea what to buy for him!! damn!&lt;br /&gt;but i'll look for it, tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;alright then, gtg sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-4622821751974048751?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/4622821751974048751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=4622821751974048751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4622821751974048751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/4622821751974048751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/ma-happy-holidays-shopping.html' title='ma happy holiday&apos;s shopping.!'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983752087339600274.post-3943938331047868464</id><published>2006-12-20T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:54:01.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the party is nonstop'/><title type='text'>ma beb</title><content type='html'>hari ini ntip got his UAI.. and the result was so devastating. huh...&lt;br /&gt;tapi mo gimana lagi. he had done a really hardwork on studying tho'. huh sedih jadinya ya?&lt;br /&gt;but this noon, he tried to have some fun,  just for moi.! i feel bad for him, but i take his sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;just now he cried. i cant take it and foremost i cant do anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, literally, sitting at the corner of his bedroom, trying to make him laugh, but i only got his glance and a lil bit of smile.&lt;br /&gt;well at least i'm trying, with all those stupid gesture, and reshaping my face, it doesn't work. just worth a smile, but i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i get so nervous and my stomach feel constipated when he's crying.&lt;br /&gt;it happened like the other day when he cried over stupid joke he made, cuz he started to pissed me off with his silly joke, while my head so stuffed up with all those stupid accounting calculation! shit.&lt;br /&gt;but as usuall, when we fuss and fighting, we end up kissing! lol. =p&lt;br /&gt;stop crying babe, you know i'll be there by your side- always! aite?&lt;br /&gt;cheers darling! =)&lt;br /&gt;love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983752087339600274-3943938331047868464?l=flirtyandlust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/feeds/3943938331047868464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5983752087339600274&amp;postID=3943938331047868464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3943938331047868464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983752087339600274/posts/default/3943938331047868464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyandlust.blogspot.com/2006/12/ma-beb.html' title='ma beb'/><author><name>.denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197308959808363939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
