<?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-4726716230307707796</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:55:40.252+08:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='grunts'/><category term='personal'/><category term='family'/><category term='joke'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Hokkaido'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='work'/><category term='cute guys'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>*Urban Bubble*</title><subtitle type='html'>When you're in a city, everyone lives in their own bubble, and this bubble varies when they are in different situation. I am trying to find the right bubble to be comfortable in</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-5267412052089973588</id><published>2009-11-30T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:20:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again...</title><content type='html'>I haven't realise that i haven't been blogging for 3 months plus now... it's been such a long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, very busy or i'm too tired for everything... i hide and snuggle myself up in bed during weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day today looking for a baby crib, researching, reading reviews and experimenting various different beds. (Yes, i'm pregnant for those who don't know and is wondering) Then i wonder why would there be 10 million different baby crib in this world? It's bloody confusing to choose... Life just can't be any simplier... my poor baby have to decide on his bed from thousands of choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me recollect my thoughts and i shall try to blog again soon :) (try's the key word :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5267412052089973588?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5267412052089973588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5267412052089973588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5267412052089973588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5267412052089973588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-again.html' title='hello again...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1708024538072946721</id><published>2009-08-04T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:23:22.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the entire TWILIGHT drama with my husband...</title><content type='html'>When i'm almost finishing the first book...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *irritated tone* Huh? it's so bright and shiny this morning, Edward is not going to make it to school!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: WHO THE HELL IS EDWARD?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way through the second book...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in sleep, mumbles* I wish Edward is around... makes things so much easier&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Dear, do u knw u only dream of Edward now? &lt;br /&gt;Me: really?!?! no wonder it's such a sweet sleep :P&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing the third book...&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: can we off the lights already?&lt;br /&gt;Me: but it's the "reading" lights you bought for me&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: i don't want to hear Edward's name again tonight that's y we should both sleep NOW!&lt;br /&gt;*ignore*&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: But i'm finishing! tomorrow i'll sleep early ok? the 4th book is with K so i won't be able to read it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (on phone) thank you for the books honey!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: huh? when did i buy you books?&lt;br /&gt;Me: just, i signed the card...&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: oh, don't tell me what you got!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, i bought the whole series! it's cheaper that way, besides i decided if you bought it i might remember you in my dream now *grin to self*&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he'll divorce me soon if there are anymore twilight books... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1708024538072946721?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1708024538072946721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1708024538072946721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1708024538072946721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1708024538072946721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/08/entire-twilight-drama-with-my-husband.html' title='the entire TWILIGHT drama with my husband...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5650166798992337354</id><published>2009-07-23T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:20:26.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's next?</title><content type='html'>I love reading about politics. It's always an eye opener. We find out things we aren't suppose to and maybe things that aren't entirely the truth. See... it gets your mind thinking and your brain working real hard... I like the feeling of thinking who is right and who is not? And who to believe and who not to? I can never decide... that is why i never wan to register to vote. Because either way i can't decide and never want to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teoh Beng Hock's story really got me all touchy and upset. I mean he's just our peers... i could probably know him... he could probably be somebody i know and are once friends with. What happened? Nobody really know the truth except for 'him' i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article that i thought is so totally true... i mean i won't know if it is really true but it is definitely one of the best written articles i've read so far... (I don't want to plagiarize... this writer definitely deserves his credit - i got this from themalaysianinsider.com written by Shannon Teoh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who’s next? — Shannon Teoh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY 20 — In October 2006, a 28-year-old woman died in gruesome fashion. She was either shot in cold blood, and then had her remains detonated with plastics explosives, or perhaps the Special Action Force policemen found guilty of the Mongolian beauty's murder skipped the shooting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of the most overlooked tragedies of Altantuya Shariibuu's death was that it shook the nation due to her alleged links with Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak, instead of the fact that a young woman with her whole life ahead of her was executed by the very men who are charged with keeping the peace in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 2006, so intrigued by the possibility of a top-ranking politician being party to a murder, Malaysians did not ask, "Who's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This despite another high-profile death linked to the police force in 2004. On April 16 that year, Francis Udayappan, then 23, went missing from police custody and was fished out of the Klang River a month later, minus his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspected petty thief's mother was even denied the right to bury her son as police claimed that the body was not Udayappan. Only years later was she allowed to bury whatever remained of her son and even then, with no one ever having to take responsibility for the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2004, so intrigued by the possibility of a mother not being able to bury her own son, barely a man when he died, Malaysians did not ask, "Who's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, it was suspected car thief A. Kugan, who died at age 22 in police custody, a case that is still in the midst of investigation to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, after a person just out of his teens appeared to be beaten to death by policemen, Malaysians did not ask, "Who's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the highlights of a rather long reel if one includes those above the age of 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of 30-year-old Teoh Beng Hock is the latest, and perhaps most stunning episode in the series so far. It may be due to the fact that as a political secretary to a Selangor executive councillor, he has an actual political office. Or perhaps that his death was not in fact linked to the police, Malaysia's favourite boo-boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it is the hitherto "toothless" Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission (MACC), ironically set up by former Prime Minister Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi as part of a reform package to turn back the tide of negative global perception towards the integrity of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Teoh's death has further mired the nation in perceived lawlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a death easily politicised. But this is not a time for anyone to be scoring points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young men and women listed above, and many others, seemed to have died pointlessly. Even freshly-drafted privates gunned down before they fire their first bullets are at least given the dubious honour of being nameless "heroes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These young departed are not heroes, no matter how many protests and rallies are held in their names. They did not die in the name of any great cause, which perhaps adds to the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in authority should not now add to the tragedy by thinking in terms of "damage control". The damage has already been done. So now let's fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time for contrition. It is a time to say that enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time to finally ask, "Who's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of Malaysia and young lives not yet lost, let the answer be "No one."&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/4726716230307707796-5650166798992337354?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5650166798992337354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5650166798992337354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5650166798992337354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5650166798992337354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-next.html' title='Who&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1984368315274616737</id><published>2009-07-13T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:16:44.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings just don't need to wait...</title><content type='html'>I saw this while browsing the TOPSHOP site last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SlrfLeFGmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WpkEWjrioQg/s1600-h/One+Shoulder+Frill+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SlrfLeFGmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WpkEWjrioQg/s400/One+Shoulder+Frill+Dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357840094856649394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague just called to tell me it's in stores already, i feel like goin there after work just to get that dress :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1984368315274616737?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1984368315274616737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1984368315274616737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1984368315274616737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1984368315274616737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/somethings-just-dont-need-to-wait.html' title='Somethings just don&apos;t need to wait...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SlrfLeFGmrI/AAAAAAAAAbo/WpkEWjrioQg/s72-c/One+Shoulder+Frill+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-4919115436979910155</id><published>2009-07-07T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:07:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling so confused today...</title><content type='html'>I'm so confused lately... i don't know what to do about everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should get a new job... i'm still very much in love with my job... just that i feel there's really no more room for growth... i don't know how it feels like to be promoted, i've never felt that before... then again will i get promoted so easily? Then again, people my age, doing the same thing (something maybe even less interesting and less workload) but they are getting at least 500 bucks higher than i am... not to mention those that are not in the same industry... getting way higher... i mean if you don't job hop, your salary just won't get any higher soon enough right? it's just so difficult. Then again, the location is just too far for me to travel everyday, the distance is getting a lil off hand... what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home:&lt;br /&gt;This is something i can't control and i rather not talk about it... just i hate it so much! it's like i've no room to breathe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;I feel so anti social lately... i just don't seem to be in touch with anybody! my besties are all so far far away and we can never just hang out together at once! it's getting annoying as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i meant? everything is just off hand, out of control...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4919115436979910155?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4919115436979910155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4919115436979910155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4919115436979910155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4919115436979910155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-feeling-so-confused-today.html' title='i&apos;m feeling so confused today...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-6211177854461875018</id><published>2009-07-01T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:17:42.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamt of a Korean boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a tiring day... don't know why but just tired... guess i need a nice massage soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hubby had some appointments at night, and i went to bed alone... then i started having dreams of playing in a playground with this cute little Korean girl. In the end, the girl's daddy is actually my boyfriend. And my hubby found out and *slam* he came back... sighs... the guy damn cute wor... and got colour in my dream... first time i notice so many things... dreams are usually very vague to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha funny right? so i told my hubby, next time don't simply go our and leave your wife sleeping alone at home... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-6211177854461875018?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6211177854461875018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=6211177854461875018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6211177854461875018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6211177854461875018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamt-of-korean-boyfriend.html' title='i dreamt of a Korean boyfriend...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5053955405718971039</id><published>2009-06-16T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:44:10.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like sulking...</title><content type='html'>Yes, i definitely do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting tough in the office... i hate this feeling of not knowing but i have to know... i think i'm making work my priority too much... it's becoming tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... dunno what to say... just feel like going home and sulk and cry to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5053955405718971039?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5053955405718971039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5053955405718971039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5053955405718971039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5053955405718971039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-sulking.html' title='I feel like sulking...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8543003524327614479</id><published>2009-06-14T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:09:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wonderful weekend...</title><content type='html'>My weekend started on Friday itself this week... the manager's away, the important work all done, and i'm to set back and relax in a company's event where i totally have no responsibility! How cool's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbnJyJzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Qu1kVUKBYmI/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbnJyJzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Qu1kVUKBYmI/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347210492027456786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbnNqmaRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AaduN9E6HAA/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbnNqmaRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AaduN9E6HAA/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347210493069519122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbm-WBRfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fcbtzB48NTs/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbm-WBRfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fcbtzB48NTs/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347210488956667378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbmta9mTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/93K_pL0l5JA/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbmta9mTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/93K_pL0l5JA/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347210484413995314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't pictures always says it all? so which is your choice? The white or black? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event in which most of us had barely much to take care of head of to the karaoke! OMG i so miss karaoke session! with great friends and most importantly people who can sing all the songs i like together with me.. we just like sang non-stop but poor Anthony got too tired and then started sleeping lol... almost fell asleep on the way back too but it didn't matter much because i got home safe... thn on the ride in the lift up to the condo a stranger who's on the same lift was getting out at another level, before the lift's door closes... he turned around and said "Ms you look so beautiful, err.. Good Night!" OMG i went completely speechless hahaha... thn i texted Anthony to tell him i'm home safe and told him about tht guy his reply? "Erm, i think he is not human... oops... no offense" -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored during the jam to Ling's house yesterday... so i started camwhoring :P haven't done that in awhile... btw, i just had a new haircut... which i thought look like someone i knw but i can't figure out who... but most importantly i like it... and the first time i cut my hair and Mr.Hubby did not complain about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdg5lhgDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FH8Cc3bvI28/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdg5lhgDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FH8Cc3bvI28/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347212583623557170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdggmK-VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HZzfhBxfflw/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdggmK-VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HZzfhBxfflw/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347212576915388754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdgdQ5GdI/AAAAAAAAAao/ohgCyBQKWq0/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdgdQ5GdI/AAAAAAAAAao/ohgCyBQKWq0/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347212576020830674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdgLU-SFI/AAAAAAAAAag/TTT0xxHVaJo/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUdgLU-SFI/AAAAAAAAAag/TTT0xxHVaJo/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347212571206109266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually on the way to Ling's hse to meet up with the rest to go watch FISH! No lar... not the swimming fish lar... it's Fish Leong... her concert yesterday... i din't enjoy her concert so much as A-Mei's also i thought her concert 4 years ago felt like she actually put more effort into it... so din't think it was quite worth it this time... but i enjoyed the company.. David is super hilarious... he's like this small kid being brought to a playground for the first time... and he can't figure how does the glow-in-the-dark sticks work... he kept telling me to wave it high so tht it can absorb light and it'll last longer -_-''' i couldn't stop laughing the whole night :) was really happy for the brilliant company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfb6tiloI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YTD9t3om7lA/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfb6tiloI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YTD9t3om7lA/s400/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214697049527938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbn9fwiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fR34yVeIYN0/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbn9fwiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fR34yVeIYN0/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214692016177698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbfN3WnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qZMA5OBpgqk/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbfN3WnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qZMA5OBpgqk/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214689668913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbNkN14I/AAAAAAAAAbI/6OlJcXnsCG8/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbNkN14I/AAAAAAAAAbI/6OlJcXnsCG8/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214684930824066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbD6xWTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kaX9bdMCMOk/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUfbD6xWTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kaX9bdMCMOk/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347214682341071154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from the concert which you probably can't see properly... my iphone cannot zoom when take pictures lar... but i thought thy can be quite clear sometimes, i'm just in love with the phone and no i did not lose my previous phone on purpose ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now... to close the chapter of a wonderful weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8543003524327614479?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8543003524327614479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8543003524327614479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8543003524327614479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8543003524327614479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderful-weekend.html' title='a wonderful weekend...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SjUbnJyJzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Qu1kVUKBYmI/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-811011759675982094</id><published>2009-06-02T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:58:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of plenty damages and many more...</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm back from the States (and Europe on a sideline) and i definitely did not get any H1N1 or so... if you think you got sick because of me, please go and look at the mirror at how weak are you before you point fingers at me BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's a different story but i'm still terribly annoyed by that incident. As many might already know... i got back on the 11th of May... then my office's HR dept decided to put me on quarantine. Somehow i didn't get that particular email and i was shoo-ed home the moment i stepped into office... how funny that could be... and from the 12th onwards i was "suppose" to be sitting and working from home for a whole week... but obviously the itching me would not sit quietly at home especially with my mother-in-law all the time anyway... so i went around having lunch with besties and plenty plenty catch-ups ketchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the trip: I love NY (like the t-shirts shout aloud) it's not really a gorgeous city, but it is a marvelous city... like a mixture of all the big cities all over the world. I was honestly too tired to really enjoy NY. Was recovering from jet-lag and also being worried about some parts of work and then helping sis move out and etc. Thankfully hubby and i went to Boston which we really enjoyed the lobsters and the city which we happily when on the tour bus so many times. Boston was the only place we did some shopping in the States. It is a very beautiful place where democracy apparently started. And we bought hilarious looking lobster underwear as souvenirs for hubby's brothers hahaha.. thy all commented that they prolly dare not wear it cause the lobster might just clam their "little brother" sometime middle of the night. LOL. The rest of NY is of course the top of Rockefeller Center, the cruise (to see statue of Liberty), 5th Avenue, the Apple Store, Central Park, China Town (which mum and hubby make us go everyday for at least 1 meal a day -_-''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as expected i splurged in London... you really can't imagine how much damage 2 nights in London can do to my bank account. Too many pairs of shoes, too many pretty dresses and irresistible blouses... Then to Paris where the bags are to-die-for... hubby's wallet hurt more at this place :P Of course, next is the place of destination: Amsterdam which we all love the Tulip Festival to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will explain everything, but as usual, i'm not the photographer and i won't be able to get them soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i'm back living healthily and bubbly with too much time at the office :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you're wondering, i started twitt twittering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-811011759675982094?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/811011759675982094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=811011759675982094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/811011759675982094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/811011759675982094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-plenty-damages-and-many-more.html' title='of plenty damages and many more...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5067881447254889222</id><published>2009-04-09T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:20:03.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days...</title><content type='html'>Till i get holiday, and time for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i get something to look forward to, and i love my job, and i think it's worth it... unlike some sad deprived people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.09am and i only manage to sit on my bed at home now... been at the store the whole day running around like a mad woman... very tired, another 2 days to tahan... then another 3 mad storm to arrange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is getting overwhelming... it's good and it's bad... it's good cause it means i'm getting more responsibility... it's bad because i feel i'm no where there or no where below... because i can't make decisions and yet i'm suppose to sometimes... do i make sense? I think that's why i have the glimpse of feeling like leaving the company. I think i won't be promoted so soon... and yet i'm already out of my "i'm new, and i didn't do it cause i don't know how to" zone... sighs... i don't know what i want... guess i just really need a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, accident again... this time inside a parking lot... can you believe it? sighs... when i told everyone in the family their first reaction is like "AGAIN?!?!?!" as if i want to accident lar right? in the midst of my business, of all the things i have to give up, my car... i admit it's partially my fault this time... damn the stupid car park for not having radio signal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little reward for the day... little warm feet soak... feels like heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5067881447254889222?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5067881447254889222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5067881447254889222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5067881447254889222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5067881447254889222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/04/16-days.html' title='16 days...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3176709443926846412</id><published>2009-03-27T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:53:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding dong...</title><content type='html'>hubby said i'm horrible because i'm just mad at him simply because he wasn't home to hug me... yes, now i'm the horrible 1 pulak... but okies lar i admit i shouldn't transfer the stresses onto him... but tht's only 1 part! ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still at the office... lalalalalala i have the taste of the boss giving me work at 5.30p.m. but then she ask me to do it on Monday... it's just that i want to do it now... because i got no appointments made and its bloody jam outside (thanks to the rain) It's only R and me in the whole office now, a bit scary but we are enjoying ourselves... nobody to kacau the internet, nobody to disturb our server and also printings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloadings and uploadings are still slow... tick tock tick tock... i thk vegetarian food makes me high... tick tock tick tock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3176709443926846412?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3176709443926846412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3176709443926846412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3176709443926846412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3176709443926846412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/ding-dong.html' title='Ding dong...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8599956848274514327</id><published>2009-03-27T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:16:09.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends... so called</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday i was in such a bright-sun-shiny-day mood (actually thankfully i was in that mood)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things happened to be jealous i was in such a good state i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i made a mistake, but seriously i think yesterday was really one of my super patient day... if not i could have exploded and gone mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1:&lt;br /&gt;A friend was suppose to go for dinner together and then go to Zouk's Vth anniversary partay... then at 6.00p.m. the 1st sms came in:&lt;br /&gt;A: U left office d?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no wor leaving now lor u leave d?&lt;br /&gt;A: No but when u just reach pavilion sms me k&lt;br /&gt;Me: k&lt;br /&gt;Me: u still at work? I'm here d - 7.24p.m.&lt;br /&gt;A: Ya. U go ahead and do ur thing take ur time. If u too hungry pls eat first.&lt;br /&gt;Me: how long more u gonna take?&lt;br /&gt;A: I try by 8 plus k. Thats y u should take ur time&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok i go buy my stuff thn i go Kampachi thk u can go there straight later la i dam hungry&lt;br /&gt;Me: my car is at the car wash n i thk the car wash closes at 9.can u help me pay first?i pay u back - 8:42p.m.&lt;br /&gt;A: Am not sure if i bam reach by 9 tell u what u leave the restaurant i'll meet u asap &lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't i ordered sashimi for 2.its ok with the car wash u just get here soon&lt;br /&gt;Me: actually y cant u tell ur boss u made prior appointment,finish up ur work n leave?&lt;br /&gt;A: I did. So i'm finishing now. Rushing d&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha if so thn u must b very inefficient lol ok better dont stress u.u faster come la&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm coming. So sorry. - 9.40p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Me: seriously i thk u also tired just go back la noneed to come&lt;br /&gt;A: No la am fine. Stupid work isn't goin to stop me la. My stupid ceo. Am on chulan d&lt;br /&gt;Me: well seriously i no mood d i'm just goin to drop by zouk n say hi n i'll leave.so just go back lar or up to u where u wan go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to see her anymore at least for the night, i mean what can i do or say? Her only explanation would be the same, her boss, her ceo and her work? So? Worst still i'm not suppose to be mad at her because she's with her boss, her ceo and her work... if i'm angry at her its like i'm damn siu hei and that i'm this tai tai that need not work that's y i angry at other ppl for working... but honestly i think these people have absolute no right to comment about how other ppl do not bother keeping in touch. Firstly, if i have a boss that will not let me do the work he just gave me when i'm leaving tomorrow, i'll tell him in his face i have made appointment and it wouldn't be the best thing on earth to leave my friend waiting with a plate of sashimi goin stale. Secondly, if he did give me a black mark in my appraisal because i wan to go off for a dinner that i've made arrangements way earlier, i'll definitely considering changing jobs... not because i have a husband to pay my bills, but because i'm not happy at all in the company then too bad! my life still goes on man! I wouldn't think there are urgent work that can't be handled the next day or that needs to take up so much time if its really urgent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ranting yes, i think i have the very right to... and i'm so sick of i'm sorrys and i really wanted to come earlier or what-so-ever like that... somehow the more of those i get the more i felt wasted and stupid... well if work is all about ur life, i think we need not be friends anymore, because the reason of me writing this post is to tell you, u need to let go off somethings... if u really cared about the appointment made this wouldn't happened... at least i wouldn't do that to my friend definitely, or at least i would have told her at 8, or maybe before that that i can't  make it for the appointment already and not turn up at 10 and show her to super exhausted face and she's not suppose to be angry with me cause i already damn kesian i kena torture... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... if i sound like a brat... i can tell you its definitely not the first time, that friend of mine is working over time... and its not like she always go home early and don't do her work. The fact is that she's been working rather hard i suppose (or mayb i got the wrong information) so if i'm her boss, i wouldn't paint her appraisal black if she wants to go off for dinner sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. maybe i'm just destined to have no friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is damn yummy you should try it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/ScxDp6FLzeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5_bvMSNERlw/s1600-h/LGIM0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/ScxDp6FLzeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5_bvMSNERlw/s400/LGIM0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317699647262412258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/ScxDpgDATaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1w8lrBPJGj8/s1600-h/LGIM0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/ScxDpgDATaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1w8lrBPJGj8/s400/LGIM0122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317699640273948066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2:&lt;br /&gt;After all that drama, i went to Zouk and thankfully the yummy colleagues came to rescue and i felt so bad... i was so moody i thk i just rub their mood off too... thn they try to cheer me up :) thanks babes! so i decided to go off early and let my hubby hug me to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home at the car park, imagine the horror! my hubby is not back home yet!!! it's past midnight. I know it's not like i caught him on bed with another woman or something but i was so mad. Its not the first time he's doin this.. its not like i don't let him go and out and stuffs, i just want him to tell me where's he... and our last conversation he told he he'd be back a little late, not this LATE! I was furious, like really... everytime i go out, he's always later than me to come back like EVERYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! now, u tell me what a wonderful life i have *gag*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8599956848274514327?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8599956848274514327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8599956848274514327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8599956848274514327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8599956848274514327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-so-called.html' title='Friends... so called'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/ScxDp6FLzeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5_bvMSNERlw/s72-c/LGIM0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2429842148168183681</id><published>2009-03-26T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:12:15.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you A-MEI!</title><content type='html'>She is awesome! Such a great performer! Even though she kept on comparing herself with her very first performance in KL back 10 years ago, i think she is still great! Her voice is so powerful and strong that just leaves you staring at her in awe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually very sick that day. Due to the bad weather lately, i just felt like collapsing and just go home and sleep. But it was hubby's birthday and he was so excited about the concert. I dragged myself there (i'm quite glad i did though). As if its not tiring enough, we got there a little late and had to park like super far away... and our entrance is the furthest from all the other entrance -_-""" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the only concert where i've been to and i did not sing along all the time. Not because i do not know her songs, but because she's just too good you wan to stare and watch her sing so closely and not miss a single word coming out of her voice... such beautiful voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the concert stage was so close to us! Its like very near and our seats were like the same level as her stage so its like she's just right in front of us! So near the sounds are so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started singing happy birthday to one of her band members (David's his name i think) then she asked if its anyone else's birthday. Hubby just stood up and wave like a mad man immediately! Can you believe it? He's like 32 -_-""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's like a week after already and yet yesterday during lunch with my colleagues he can continue bragging non-stop about how A-Mei actually sang him happy birthday and 17,000 ppl sang along for him! -_-"""" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm so glad he's so happy! I think its one of my best birthday for him though... he enjoyed it so much now everyone on earth knows A-Mei sang him happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... my very cute and lovable husband.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encore bit of the concert was the best! Everyone just stood up and start jumping and singing along like mad! Which i did too! I didn't quite feel sick anymore! LOL! Then while walking back to get the car... i nearly died... so damn tiring! But it was worth every bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I wanna say a very BIG THANK YOU to A-Mei, Zhang Hui Mei for having a concert on hubby's birthday!!! If you weren't coming anyway, i couldn't have been able to buy him such a great memorable experience as birthday present. The concert was the greatest i've been :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQ40LLtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZDAKrnx-rt8/s1600-h/LGIM0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQ40LLtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZDAKrnx-rt8/s400/LGIM0116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433135611981522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQtrtaJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hbdzf-iUxqk/s1600-h/LGIM0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQtrtaJI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hbdzf-iUxqk/s400/LGIM0105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433132623685778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQWBuYXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ILmm-z1mqI4/s1600-h/LGIM0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQWBuYXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ILmm-z1mqI4/s400/LGIM0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433126273573234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRP1RwBZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/20uX1MxXuXw/s1600-h/LGIM0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRP1RwBZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/20uX1MxXuXw/s400/LGIM0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433117482419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRPq4V-TI/AAAAAAAAAZI/repRk4EQZR4/s1600-h/LGIM0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRPq4V-TI/AAAAAAAAAZI/repRk4EQZR4/s400/LGIM0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433114691500338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you Eric for getting the tickets, the seats are wonderful!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2429842148168183681?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2429842148168183681/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SctRQ40LLtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZDAKrnx-rt8/s72-c/LGIM0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2455254889249254366</id><published>2009-03-17T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:10:07.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more IM in office...</title><content type='html'>My office is a freaking boring place to be in now... that's cause the bloody dept installed a new thing to block all IMs and even some sites... i can't even go on "perezhilton" can you imagine how boring our lives would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its suppose to help us focus on work better but well it doesn't so far, it just makes us even more sleepy... luckily facebook is still working but then i can't even open the inbox in facebook!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super sienz-can-die.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i can IM, and i can't go to some sites i usually do, i started exploring for new things to read and stuffs... so i ventured into a lot of other blogs and read interesting things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking way back to why i started blogging and stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging in form 2 i think... the livejournal.com era and silly me didn't know the blog is accessible to anyone... i thought just as long as i don't tell anyone i'm posting my so called "journals" online nobody would be reading it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how innocent of myself and then some people found out about it and i didn't like the thought of them reading my blog and i deleted that blog and then i move to a second blog and so on so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do people generally blog anyway? honestly, i don't know myself why am i blogging... is there anyone reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do i really want people to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... its one of those emo days with confusing thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i told you its one of those emo days... because i'm doubting my married life again... i don't know why i just feel so sick and tired of it sometimes... anyway, whatever, i don't feel like ranting about it... let's hope it'll go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2455254889249254366?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2455254889249254366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2455254889249254366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2455254889249254366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2455254889249254366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-im-in-office.html' title='no more IM in office...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-4797864630914595622</id><published>2009-03-11T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:04:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damages...</title><content type='html'>ok damages from HK/Macau trip =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 rooms, 2 nights 4 star hotel stay *ouch!*&lt;br /&gt;2. air ticket for 4&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 Zara dress me hearts so much&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 pants, 1 skirt, 2 tops, 1 pyjamas suit, 1 jacket frm H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 top, 1 short frm Esprit&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 windbreaker, 1 pair bedroom slippers &amp; towel from EDC&lt;br /&gt;7. plenty leggings&lt;br /&gt;8. plenty CDs&lt;br /&gt;9. 1 pair Nine West and 2 pairs Staccato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i'm damn broke... all my bonus gone! Sighs... well at least i made myself, Mr.Ng, daddy and mummy really happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4797864630914595622?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4797864630914595622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4797864630914595622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4797864630914595622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4797864630914595622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/damages.html' title='damages...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3396709635192940060</id><published>2009-03-05T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:40:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rainbow...</title><content type='html'>The day where the whole world annoyed me and even the road must be jammmmmmmmmmm, God gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/Sa-dKJ6fjWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/qX41pwR2Mnw/s1600-h/LGIM0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/Sa-dKJ6fjWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/qX41pwR2Mnw/s400/LGIM0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309635283478613346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: you'll see yours soon ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: shhhhsss... i'm goin off for shopping in a secret place... i'll try not to show you the stuffs when i'm back ok? i try... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3396709635192940060?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3396709635192940060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3396709635192940060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3396709635192940060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3396709635192940060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-rainbow.html' title='my rainbow...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/Sa-dKJ6fjWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/qX41pwR2Mnw/s72-c/LGIM0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3672944562694646178</id><published>2009-03-04T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:16:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-up bacon! so  cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chaxiubao.typepad.com/chaxiubao/2008/08/wake-n-bacon.html"&gt;http://chaxiubao.typepad.com/chaxiubao/2008/08/wake-n-bacon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3672944562694646178?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3672944562694646178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3672944562694646178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3672944562694646178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3672944562694646178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-bacon-so-cool.html' title='Wake-up bacon! so  cool!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-6878179437535112965</id><published>2009-03-03T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:18:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iswearisweariswear</title><content type='html'>iswearisweariswearisweariswear-she-pms-today!!! and it's not my fault!!! why i kena?!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-6878179437535112965?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6878179437535112965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=6878179437535112965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6878179437535112965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6878179437535112965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/03/iswearisweariswear.html' title='iswearisweariswear'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8817131175371185434</id><published>2009-02-28T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:31:07.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>traumatized</title><content type='html'>I think everyone have had a bad day before, but it has been the longest bad days ever, more than a week, more than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how thgs can be solved and i don't think anybody ever can... so i don't want to bother ranting about it... it's something about the family by the way if anyone is wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like to write when i was in horrible mood, that explains my long disappearance from the blog... this whole week has been the worst ever, it's also my hormone inbalance i guess... so on Tuesday i totally did not feel like goin to work... i ended up goin for a body check-up instead, i recon i've never done 1 before, i may as well go do so thn i can take MC as well... but in the end, it proves to be a bad choice, immediate results shows that the glucose level in my body is slightly on the high side, and being someone whose family history contains diabetes, its very bad for my age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more sugar high, no more sugar indulgence, no more ice-creams... i know i'm so goin to hate my life ain't it? But please, i'd rather that then having to inject insulin everyday, i'll rather die if i have to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try stopping me the next time you see me having somethg totally sinful ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its been such bad luck, bad mood, bad everythg forever, i've decided to take doctor's advice to do a detox, and i did my 3 days apple diet, on 3 working days... i don't quite care anymore i'd have to be the outcast and sit in the office alone during lunch hour (i need the time alone anyway). I think i may as well do my losing weight plan (which has been on the to-do list forever) now anyway, since i can't take sugar, can't eat this, can't eat that anyway... i went swimming the night before i started the apple diet, and the 3 consecutive days, terror right? i don't know how i did it, no proper food and yet i can exercise to the max. i guess the bad days must have just gotten into me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood sorta just balanced up today, nothg's been solved, but i somehow just kinda accepted it i guess, i just calmed down and found things to do around the house to really calm myself. The first time i'm not pilling things to do all over myself on a weekend. i'm just kinda tired of all the responsibility and such... i need to take care of myself sometimes eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thk i need to apologize to everyone tht i've been super moody to lately... or maybe its not lately anymore, its been forever no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs... life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8817131175371185434?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8817131175371185434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8817131175371185434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8817131175371185434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8817131175371185434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/traumatized.html' title='traumatized'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-633756098230098561</id><published>2009-02-03T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:20:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try pronouncing LOEWE</title><content type='html'>me regretting me didn't buy this bag when i was in Europe T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYgaPQn2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/l1ihvrf2rtI/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYgaPQn2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/l1ihvrf2rtI/s400/006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298513811063849794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recession dear, think of recession, need to save money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-633756098230098561?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/633756098230098561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=633756098230098561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/633756098230098561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/633756098230098561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/try-pronouncing-loewe.html' title='try pronouncing LOEWE'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYgaPQn2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/l1ihvrf2rtI/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-5380469219751828829</id><published>2009-02-03T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:37:45.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is super-sien-can-die post</title><content type='html'>hahaha i'm seriously bored... entertain me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYe76-1No3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/o5kn_B-m-7k/s1600-h/DSC_0219small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYe76-1No3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/o5kn_B-m-7k/s400/DSC_0219small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298410108597674866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still seriously like this picture too... don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5380469219751828829?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5380469219751828829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5380469219751828829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5380469219751828829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5380469219751828829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-super-sien-can-die-post.html' title='this is super-sien-can-die post'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYe76-1No3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/o5kn_B-m-7k/s72-c/DSC_0219small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-7965562476454183943</id><published>2009-02-02T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:01:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have the same taste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYbDqqxMWtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EMuNcBbE60o/s1600-h/Eva+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYbDqqxMWtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EMuNcBbE60o/s400/Eva+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298137149450509010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYbDqjseEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qW9HqAB-Zuw/s1600-h/EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYbDqjseEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qW9HqAB-Zuw/s400/EL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298137147551650402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly bought the exact same dress... i mean like really... it was even at the cashier already until i couldn't figure a place to wear it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! is it good or bad? my taste getting very expensive hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7965562476454183943?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7965562476454183943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7965562476454183943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7965562476454183943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7965562476454183943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-same-taste.html' title='we have the same taste...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SYbDqqxMWtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EMuNcBbE60o/s72-c/Eva+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3423860727967575186</id><published>2009-02-02T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:43:43.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different CNY</title><content type='html'>You know you're really married when it comes to CNY, cause &lt;br /&gt;1st - you have to give angpaos&lt;br /&gt;2nd - you have to buy gifts to giveaway when you go to ppl's house&lt;br /&gt;3rd - you thk twice before goin to ppl's hse cause thn u start counting how many angpaos to prepare&lt;br /&gt;4th - you just MJ non-stop with the "si-lai"s &lt;br /&gt;5th - you're the one helping/cooking in the kitchen now&lt;br /&gt;6th - when there is such a thing as traffic jam to balik kampung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs... it doesn't sound so fun does it? i especially hate no.6 because seriously one of the reason i always love CNY is because of the jam-less KL and the freeness to go anywhere and the additional time to just sleep and sleep at home while waiting for everyone to balik from kampung. Now, i have to be one of them who get stuck in the jam balik-ing kampung... super sads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for pictures to accompany this post but somehow, i can't find my usb cable... its prolly stuck somewhere at home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored now at the office, super no mood to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3423860727967575186?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3423860727967575186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3423860727967575186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3423860727967575186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3423860727967575186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-cny.html' title='A different CNY'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5138570080840893772</id><published>2009-01-21T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:10:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shopped my entire month's salary...</title><content type='html'>yes i shopped a whole lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all for me, but almost :P because my boss is very 'kind' to give us additional 10% on top of what we already get. And then i got this e-mail from my "kau fu zai" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An Interesting Article written by Mr Lee Kuan Yew's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read, especially on the last 2 paragraph, somthing to ponder on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My house is shabby, but it is comfortable*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to wanting - after the Ferrari and the Birkin bag, what's&lt;br /&gt;next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Wei Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National&lt;br /&gt;Neuroscience&lt;br /&gt;Institute, I wrote: 'Whilst boom time in the public sector is never as&lt;br /&gt;booming as in the private sector, let us not forget that boom time is&lt;br /&gt;eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public sector is&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;less painful compared to the private sector.'&lt;br /&gt;Slump time has arrived with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us. It will give&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life.&lt;br /&gt;Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially, but&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;the middle class in Singapore , have had it so good for so long, what they&lt;br /&gt;once considered luxuries, they now think of as necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are, not&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy the latest&lt;br /&gt;model though their existing mobile phones are still in perfect working&lt;br /&gt;order.&lt;br /&gt;A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For millionaires&lt;br /&gt;who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or a Porsche is&lt;br /&gt;deemed&lt;br /&gt;more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I still&lt;br /&gt;find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags that cost&lt;br /&gt;more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver, and many more times&lt;br /&gt;that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun, risking his life to&lt;br /&gt;construct luxury condominiums he will never have a chance to live in.&lt;br /&gt;The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;is good to encourage people to spend more because this will prevent the&lt;br /&gt;recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but wasn't that the&lt;br /&gt;root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending more than they could&lt;br /&gt;afford to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the&lt;br /&gt;supernatural and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my death.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of what my mother&lt;br /&gt;once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for the soul.'&lt;br /&gt;My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My parents&lt;br /&gt;and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and their&lt;br /&gt;children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house by&lt;br /&gt;today's&lt;br /&gt;standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the point of being shabby.&lt;br /&gt;Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor Lee&lt;br /&gt;Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home we have&lt;br /&gt;got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new mansions on our&lt;br /&gt;street, we are not bothered by the comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic downturn.&lt;br /&gt;We have been told to tighten our belts. There will undoubtedly be&lt;br /&gt;suffering,&lt;br /&gt;which we must try our best to ameliorate.&lt;br /&gt;But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for many&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never lived through&lt;br /&gt;difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how poor you are in Singapore , the authorities and social groups&lt;br /&gt;do try to ensure you have shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore .&lt;br /&gt;Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a luxurious&lt;br /&gt;lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they might have to&lt;br /&gt;downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000 a bottle. They&lt;br /&gt;would hardly notice the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market economy.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative and I have no&lt;br /&gt;right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously.&lt;br /&gt;But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to wanting and&lt;br /&gt;hankering. After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin? After the Hermes&lt;br /&gt;Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to?&lt;br /&gt;Neither an Aston Martin nor an Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy or&lt;br /&gt;contented. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret the&lt;br /&gt;latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or would we&lt;br /&gt;prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have lived lives&lt;br /&gt;filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have helped some of our&lt;br /&gt;fellow voyagers along the way and that we have tried our best to leave this&lt;br /&gt;world a slightly better place than how we found it?&lt;br /&gt;We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to make&lt;br /&gt;that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year that has&lt;br /&gt;just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control, and we&lt;br /&gt;should not follow the herd blindly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, obviously we all know that theory, but first don't talk about the over spent people, but for people who have the money in the account, can they really resist spending? I mean i do have savings, but i do have time when i empty it as well :P But what i'm trying to say is that its not just me. People keep saying times are bad and that we should start saving and stuffs, but then yesterday at Pavilion, half the people are either carrying LV, Prada, Gucci, Coach, Burberry or so's paper bags. So why should i be the one saving? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to sound like a brat ok, at least ALL is a discount item i get from my company or its on sale :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5138570080840893772?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5138570080840893772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5138570080840893772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5138570080840893772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5138570080840893772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-shopped-my-entire-months-salary.html' title='I shopped my entire month&apos;s salary...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7416158849125691817</id><published>2009-01-02T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:17:05.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlong, Gersik... Johor</title><content type='html'>I think i've mentioned about Hubby's kampung to quite a few people before, and its certainly a very interesting place. I think if i'm to do a documentary of historic place i'll definitely do it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RpSUOLHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zr5IK9Bswtk/s1600-h/LGIM0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RpSUOLHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zr5IK9Bswtk/s400/LGIM0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541676080147570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically hubby's grandfather, the late Mr. Ng (in chinese its "Huang") is a representative in Malaysia from the "Huang" association in the hokkien kampung in China. Meaning, he's like the eldest son of the "Huang" ancestors way back from when the surname "Huang" exist. So its like there's this book in China where hubby's and his brothers names are stated in there. And of course my children's name in future (only the male) will be written in the book. Until the day i give birth to a male son, then only will my name be written in the book as well. If there is no male son, my husband is considered as 'not married' in the book. I know, racist right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RomvYQxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jJXZRQ15hFQ/s1600-h/LGIM0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RomvYQxI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jJXZRQ15hFQ/s400/LGIM0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541664382894866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RoeMgEhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AW8T75zyrJI/s1600-h/LGIM0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RoeMgEhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AW8T75zyrJI/s400/LGIM0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541662089122322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think the house looks rather small... it has over 30 rooms in there and can fit up to 100 over people staying at one time (not counting the rats and other animals) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2Rn7Gt60I/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHhkGGxBRDw/s1600-h/LGIM0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2Rn7Gt60I/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHhkGGxBRDw/s400/LGIM0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541652669623106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ancestorial house in Johor, its like a kampung by itself. Nobody else in the same place is not related or like at the very least is a worker of the family. Everywhere is secluded by oil palm trees. It takes approximately 30 minutes to get to the house from street of Bukit Gambir (where hubby's parents' house is) i say street because Bukit Gambir itself have only 1 main street and 1 row of shops only.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NH-qGDWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kDlPx__TMkM/s1600-h/LGIM0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NH-qGDWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kDlPx__TMkM/s400/LGIM0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536705820986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is the barn where the chicken, ducks and whatever edible animal stays and on the right is the kitchen. How convenient right? Just walk out and pick whatever you wan to cook. No market, no nothing. You wan to cook chicken, you catch chicken, you wan to eat vegetable, you plant them. Then there is also a fish pond at the back where you catch the fish you wan to eat and also pluck the fruits you want. Basically barter trade still works here, people here still like exchange their fruits so they don't get bored of the type of fruits they have behind their yard. But honestly, i can't think of a fruit that the yard do not have. If its not theirs, its like a family friend's so we just go and pluck the fruits as our own anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NHlzRjII/AAAAAAAAAXo/y5RwvGUf5Dk/s1600-h/LGIM0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NHlzRjII/AAAAAAAAAXo/y5RwvGUf5Dk/s400/LGIM0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536699148602498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see those ancient chinese TVB series, you'll know such thing as a 'Chi Tong' exists. A 'Chi Tong' is like a place where the ancestor's name and praying boards are placed. The house that Grandmother and the family is staying in now used to be a 'Chi Tong' so it is really pre-war i believed. It has like 'breathing' hole in the centre, even hubby's dad don't really know what is the hole for... Its like why would you want a hole in the middle of the house for rain water and stuffs to fall in right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RpFvCVBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eWwkj39C2m0/s1600-h/LGIM0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RpFvCVBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/eWwkj39C2m0/s400/LGIM0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286541672702956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the new 'Chi Tong' on the left, its like a temple that the family owns and people from afar actually do come and do their prayers here and its like a rather huge temple. We go and pray there everytime we go back. Its so quiet, its rather scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NG00ZqFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/07cRyxNc9Q8/s1600-h/LGIM0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NG00ZqFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/07cRyxNc9Q8/s400/LGIM0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536685999990866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more interesting pictures to be taken in the house. Especially the kitchen. Its like damn cool ok... super big. And that hole in the centre of the house and the ancestorial boards and stuffs, but honestly, i don't dare to take pictures inside. They probably think i'm mad or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NGIBaefI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gyAXzwXfbyk/s1600-h/LGIM0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NGIBaefI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gyAXzwXfbyk/s400/LGIM0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536673974974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we count the barn, the farm, the oil palm estate, the fishing pond, the temple and everything, we'll be able to get a piece of land big enough to be the same as the size of Ampang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NF5QYUdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sgzvItLe268/s1600-h/LGIM0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2NF5QYUdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sgzvItLe268/s400/LGIM0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286536670011216338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be rather scared to go back there, because its so big its rather scary, and his aunties and uncles (16 of them in total, minus the husbands and wifes) so many its almost uncountable. Then there's always too many chickens and ducks running around. And it always seems so dirty to be eating in the kitchen where you cut and chop up the animals at the same place. But i don't know why this particular time i go back to pray go Grandpa (his death anniversary on the 31st of Dec 08) i feel kinda not so weird anymore. Not so strange. And i kinda pity Grandma, i think she misses Grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, if i'd have to stay there *gulp* then NO! Being there for more than 12 hours is more than enough actually. Its good to take a break from the big city sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7416158849125691817?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7416158849125691817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7416158849125691817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7416158849125691817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7416158849125691817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/01/singlong-gersik-johor.html' title='Singlong, Gersik... Johor'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV2RpSUOLHI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zr5IK9Bswtk/s72-c/LGIM0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3264959869669051041</id><published>2009-01-02T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:20:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV16UwbK0iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/jnZkEuCF3Ig/s1600-h/LGIM0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV16UwbK0iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/jnZkEuCF3Ig/s400/LGIM0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286516034617659938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be a much better year compared to 2008, i know 2008 might already sound like a good year, with wedding and stuffs... but not in terms of health and career, so i hope to improve those two at least... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV16VJZpBKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GuK8GIXRptc/s1600-h/LGIM0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV16VJZpBKI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GuK8GIXRptc/s400/LGIM0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286516041322136738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major changes in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;1. Got married (of course) it has to be the first, and the biggest change ever (its probably the cause to alot more changes)&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting married and then moving away from Mum and Dad for real... &lt;br /&gt;3. Sis moved to New York it shouldn't really change me, but somehow it did&lt;br /&gt;4. Career, i didn't move but a blocking stone did...&lt;br /&gt;5. New family, hubby's brother's family will be living with us from now on... so that's a huge addition and i love all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! 2009 will be a good good year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3264959869669051041?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3264959869669051041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3264959869669051041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3264959869669051041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3264959869669051041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SV16UwbK0iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/jnZkEuCF3Ig/s72-c/LGIM0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-285208526084799706</id><published>2008-12-30T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:31:31.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache...</title><content type='html'>Today is suppose to be a chill day... but because of some issues... sighs... i wonder why did God let me be the youngest in the family. I'm the youngest, but it doesn't feel so... its not that i'm complaining about doing anything for my family, but i'm always expected to be giving and offering the most. The burden really hits sometimes. It doesn't only makes me feel so stress, it makes me upset and feel like i wish there are more shoulders i can cry on... yet... i can't say no and turn a blind eye on things, no... i can't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every phone call i make today starts with "Are you on leave? Sorry to bother you..."  I was suppose to be on leave today as well... thank God i didn't because there are tons of unsettled shit. Hate it when things get stuck... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be welcoming the New Year down south in Johor, with hubby and family of course. His second sister gave birth to a healthy little baby girl yesterday :) very cute and loveable. I think they'll be in my house in a week or so... sighs... another addition to the already tiny house. I love his eldest brother and his wife though, they are so loveable and understanding... they are always on the same track... and got mahjong kaki d now!!! so shyok, everynight we play mahjong LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-285208526084799706?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/285208526084799706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=285208526084799706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/285208526084799706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/285208526084799706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/headache.html' title='Headache...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8270055395799238264</id><published>2008-12-26T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:35:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this opportunity of near blindness on Monday night... couldn't open my eyes, it hurts so badly when i try to do so, when i close the eyes it hurts too... when i blink it, it double hurts... hurridly went to hospital and realize i got an infection, from then on, i could see everything as a double. Quite scary... can't see anything clearly... everything is like a double and has a shadow... On Tuesday i freaked out and dare not even step out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image if i really can't see anything anymore? can't go online, can't read, can't watch tv, can't cook? OMG super scary right? From then on, i can't watch tv or be on the computer for more that half hour straight, eyes will hurt so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its a way of God showing me that if i started the year badly, i'd have to end it badly as well to start on a good year. 2008 had be a horrible year for me in terms of health, i think every part of my body had be literally or really injured/sick. I can't think of anywhere that needs more attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working when everyone else isn't. Makes me more efficient. All the equipments, all the space and everything is just mine, mine and mine! Plugging on to both sides of  the earphone, i don't have to be wary that the manager might be asking a question or wondering what am i doing/listening to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be so lovely, only hubby and me at home and around... we can just have everything and everything that is just for us and us. *hearts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8270055395799238264?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8270055395799238264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8270055395799238264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8270055395799238264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8270055395799238264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-this-opportunity-of-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5655400555140003762</id><published>2008-12-18T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:37:53.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls! Girls! Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SUpRyYYSboI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IsQTlA_eUMA/s1600-h/5889_Tammy_014_V2_FR_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SUpRyYYSboI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IsQTlA_eUMA/s400/5889_Tammy_014_V2_FR_std.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281123439024959106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're running a contest for Diva accessories. &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/792-Contest-Deck-Yourself-In-Diva"&gt;http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/792-Contest-Deck-Yourself-In-Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us your most Diva moment. Post a blog and link it to www.tonguechic.com so superduperduble easy. Join! Join! Join!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5655400555140003762?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5655400555140003762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5655400555140003762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5655400555140003762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5655400555140003762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls! Girls! 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New Year? Just checked Facebook and saw messages from cousins in Melb and pictures of another cousin traveling in Europe and I'M STUCK IN THE OFFICE NOT TRAVELLING! How sad can this be right? I seriously am that desperate that a hideout to port dickson and sleep will even sound so interesting! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7027745747598151155?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7027745747598151155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7027745747598151155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7027745747598151155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7027745747598151155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/jessica-is-deeply-saddened-that-all-her.html' title='Jessica is deeply saddened that all her cousins are travelling but her :('/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7835656474617245766</id><published>2008-12-03T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:57:00.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jessica is... ran out of blogs to read"</title><content type='html'>i'm quite free at the office... i think i finish up my work too fast, i'm still living in the pace where the manager's away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an email that says "I was so shock of your work efficiency..." i was contemplating in whether or not to cc the manager in the reply, but in the end i didn't... cause i started thinking, did i really do it so fast? Now that i'm so free, i think i really did -_-""" no work to do leh!!! sien!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have to go for the Warehouse event at Gardens, please pray i don't see anything nice and i don't shop anymore ok? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7835656474617245766?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7835656474617245766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7835656474617245766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7835656474617245766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7835656474617245766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/jessica-is-ran-out-of-blogs-to-read.html' title='&quot;Jessica is... ran out of blogs to read&quot;'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7599794165254973402</id><published>2008-12-01T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:36:25.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spasticness</title><content type='html'>Its good to be spastic sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNnPlabFZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ijybCSS-Lfc/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNnPlabFZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ijybCSS-Lfc/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274673106019620242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Seremban for Kris and Zen's wedding lunch... we had a good good laugh all the way there and back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpnjWlKdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qq5iyE-km_g/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpnjWlKdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qq5iyE-km_g/s400/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675716806748626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpndYcfcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k0Sqkaq3ymQ/s1600-h/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpndYcfcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k0Sqkaq3ymQ/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675715203956162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpm1U1UuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7Qj6oBwx6ik/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpm1U1UuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7Qj6oBwx6ik/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675704451388130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpmmHXWTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/a11EdxYGfpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpmmHXWTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/a11EdxYGfpQ/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675700368365874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpl56KFNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iER61fsfSnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNpl56KFNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iER61fsfSnQ/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675688501810386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... i'm still amuse by our spasticness! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7599794165254973402?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7599794165254973402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7599794165254973402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7599794165254973402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7599794165254973402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/12/spasticness.html' title='spasticness'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/STNnPlabFZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ijybCSS-Lfc/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-1867700470523976942</id><published>2008-11-28T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:36:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i wonder why?</title><content type='html'>... Singapore's internet connection is like *blink*blink* super-duper-doubly-triply-very fast!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine watching YT without having to wait at all for it to load! So Yummy-licious right? I know... When i was there last week, manage to watch a whole lot of series while waiting for dad and uncle to bring mum and aunt back from the airport... and while watching, i played with these till my fingers hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SS-dUEljzjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/b8WncUD8NGY/s1600-h/LGIM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SS-dUEljzjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/b8WncUD8NGY/s400/LGIM0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606656828362290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute? Its cousie Jon's 'bohliao' stuffs to play with... the first white block have buttons that enable the pressing of bubble wrapper feeling, so u just go on and on clicking on the variety of bubbles and the best thing is that it'll never ever run out of bubbless to press on! hahah yes, tht's how my fingers hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second item looks like the green bean u eat at Jap restaurants... its exactly that! It gives you the feeling of squeeeeeeeeeezing the bean out (except you can't eat it -_-''') Its a bit hard though... the fingers can really hurt, but i can't help it... couldn't totally stop playing with it... hhhhmmmm i thk i kinda miss it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! my mum did bought the entire NYC (even the guard at my sister's apartment says so) and she bought a whole lot of clothes for hubby!!!!! even more things than I have!!!! even dad looked puzzled, cause he has less things too! ish! i wonder what he fed my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the CM and JC warehouse sale just now... like took half day leave to go :P WTF right? I spend like alot!!!!!!!! like really ALOT! shit man! i better be good next month :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some girly stuffs to do this weekend - movie marathon, more shopping *shy*, and K's wedding in Seremban!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1867700470523976942?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1867700470523976942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1867700470523976942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1867700470523976942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1867700470523976942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-wonder-why.html' title='and i wonder why?'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SS-dUEljzjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/b8WncUD8NGY/s72-c/LGIM0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-5530065186478604966</id><published>2008-11-20T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:34:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jessica is so glad the manager is back!"</title><content type='html'>wooohooo! today is the first day in weeks i get to surf blogs unlimitedly... enjoy blogging unlimitedly and do plenty of rounds chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its appraisal time again... so i make a bet with Renee today that i'll be at work earlier then her... hahaa i did and she's buying me lunch! yes! kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were actually so mou liu until we attempt to video call each other when we're just across the room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5530065186478604966?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5530065186478604966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5530065186478604966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5530065186478604966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5530065186478604966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/jessica-is-so-glad-manager-is-back.html' title='&quot;Jessica is so glad the manager is back!&quot;'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-94624203178797917</id><published>2008-11-11T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:54:01.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twice a week J... twice a week</title><content type='html'>i swam yesterday night after cooking dinner and eating a bit... (so i'm totally hungry now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the swim twice a week at least, promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been putting on quite a bit of weight really... and i shall determine to really do it twice a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened of the past few days seems like a never ending train journey... it just happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an event at Zouk on Friday night... worked and danced till my feet gave way... totally tired and pass out when i reach home... and hubby thought i was drunk until he saw how bad my heels were... proved that i really did work so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sat, i had a shoot.. with Datuk Lee Chong Wei and Wong Mew Choo... very cute couple... but had to wait through their training session and for them to shower and stuffs (damn it! could have slept for 2 more additional hours) I kinda enjoyed watching them train... reminds me so much of my volleyball training sessions back at school... How we have to do the sit ups, run arounds, pumpings, and then so many hit the ball at the same spots! I truly truly miss those times... its just impossible to get that many people train together with you now... at night hubby and i went to Pavilion for the CLEO event, and we both ended up in Angus Steak House downing 2 bottles of wine... yes, it was that good! Then i think we kinda embarrassed ourselves when we played the game on my new phone! (yes, a new phone! shhhhsss... it's a Secret!) :P it was totally hillarious we couldn't resist and we just played on and on till the batt died... i swear they'll change the door sign to "Close" the next time they see us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is be the housewife day, i went to the market at 7.30am (I woke up earlier than the days when i had to go to work -_-"). Bought a whole lot of groceries, went home, clean, peel, clean, scrub, freeze, clean, cook, clean, and more cleaning... until 6pm... wanted to go swimming but its time to go to his sisters place for dinner already, so quickly went shower... after dinner i totally passed out at his sister's place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think i'm super woman... i can do so many things at one time... the manager's away... so technically i'm doing the work of what 3 people do. my office phone and mobile just took turns to ring... and every email starts with "Darling, this is urgent" or ends with "Can you get back to me asap?" then the phone conversation starts with "Sharon ask me to find you wor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for another shoot in about 10 minutes... and then i need to go return the clothes at Mid Valley... tomorrow i have a tea party to run around in high heels for, i hate this kinda events where you have to look good, pretty and stuffs yet you have to run around like a mad woman organizing things! and the tea party is not goin to be fun for me cause its an expensive brand we're talking about here... so means stress, stress and more stress... nothing can go wrong or i'll just have to die to pay back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired... looking at the long list of things i've done, i have another long list until Sharon's back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to run...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-94624203178797917?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/94624203178797917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=94624203178797917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/94624203178797917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/94624203178797917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/twice-week-j-twice-week.html' title='twice a week J... twice a week'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-2402817693523899823</id><published>2008-11-04T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:36:51.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQ_rnISGDQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ULv_DjstUhE/s1600-h/04112008227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQ_rnISGDQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ULv_DjstUhE/s400/04112008227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264685546890202370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay! watching it tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2402817693523899823?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2402817693523899823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2402817693523899823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2402817693523899823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2402817693523899823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/qos.html' title='QOS'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQ_rnISGDQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ULv_DjstUhE/s72-c/04112008227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3721018505255404004</id><published>2008-11-04T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:13:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty bored at the office lately as a colleague just recently got a warning letter for watching YT... WTF right?! what's wrong with watching YT, its wrong if we can't watch no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i resulted into looking at old pictures... digging them up from my old pendrive and also some other sources... i thought thy are super funny though and some of them i really cannot remember where i took them or when or how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i should just post them up on facebook and let everyone help me remember... seriously thy are quite funny lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have loads of pictures of the kids which they look so different now... and also pictures when we were all skinnier :P its hillarious... i have a good time laughing at them in the office... posting them up one by one... more to come! i remember some that i have back in my very old PC in Klang... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3721018505255404004?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3721018505255404004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3721018505255404004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3721018505255404004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3721018505255404004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-2504106926860024254</id><published>2008-10-31T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:47:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss honeymooning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQrvtchdQQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pUpcXE8XRzg/s1600-h/DSC_3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQrvtchdQQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pUpcXE8XRzg/s400/DSC_3336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263282678565519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China is gorgeous, they don't call it the Great Wall for no reason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2504106926860024254?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2504106926860024254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2504106926860024254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2504106926860024254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2504106926860024254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-honeymooning.html' title='I miss honeymooning...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SQrvtchdQQI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pUpcXE8XRzg/s72-c/DSC_3336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-5964224427417918579</id><published>2008-10-30T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:02:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hobby = ironing... NOT!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you notice, if you ever start this conversation (at least i always do) 10 out of 8 people hate ironing. Or should i put it this way, nobody i spoke to have ever said they LIKE ironing (i'd image that person is mad if she says so) so why in the world won't people just invent all clothes to be iron free?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but i had to rant... had this marathon of ironing a week load of clothes last night... it was super tiring ok, and especially i hate ironing! My God! I'm so hate being a wife when it comes to ironing... sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5964224427417918579?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5964224427417918579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5964224427417918579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5964224427417918579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5964224427417918579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hobby-ironing-not.html' title='My hobby = ironing... NOT!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1325208380576003507</id><published>2008-10-20T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:50:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy became so sweet today...</title><content type='html'>Scene 1: Farewell party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Let's have a farewell party for mummy"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: 0_0 "you wan to party me leaving?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "No lar i mean farewell dinner, to like send you off, family dinner"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "Why should you want to celebrate me going off?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (i-better-keep-quiet expression) "You know what daddy means right dear?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Er.. can i not be involved? LOL"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (you-betrayer!!! expression) "Fine! I won't eat dinner on Tuesday"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "hahaha.. mummy! can you not kill good intentions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: my bag too heavy wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's going over to Singapore to meet my aunt and then they both will fly off to LA from Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "You know i hurt my arm right?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (watching soccer) "Uh-huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "You know air asia only allows 15kg... my big bag already 30kg wor... how liddat? So heavy hor?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (still watching soccer) "Uh-huh, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "Yalor, means i have to pay for more than 20kg over weight lor, i think i can pay for your air asia ticket to singapore with that money"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (still watching soccer 2) "oh"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: (fuming already!) "FINE!" (off lights n goes to bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Soccer half time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock Knock!"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Girl, wake up! go book ticket for me"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What ticket lar, can do tomorrow or not? I wan to sleep leh"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Don't bluff k, lights still on, you're still reading... go down now!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "gggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." -_-''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Daddy became such a sweet hubby today, but the poor daughter have to do all the action when he just demand... yet he's sweet ain't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1325208380576003507?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1325208380576003507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1325208380576003507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1325208380576003507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1325208380576003507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-became-so-sweet-today.html' title='Daddy became so sweet today...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3058557401835894872</id><published>2008-10-13T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:22:53.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camper number 5!</title><content type='html'>Some of boo's nephew and nieces were around during the Raya holidays, and they stayed for the week... i love them lots especially when they make me feel very young (like back to my school age) and how they love to have me around... Thus i brought them to Camp 5 for rock climbing and we all love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMdaBmOmBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iEVYC4Q0y1I/s1600-h/04102008162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMdaBmOmBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iEVYC4Q0y1I/s400/04102008162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256577523014080530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mc Donalds breakfast makes us all happy :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfE6SP8sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bGC-W8RyA5c/s1600-h/04102008167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfE6SP8sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bGC-W8RyA5c/s400/04102008167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256579359297237698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfFGbhJOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gn5l3V_MYf4/s1600-h/04102008181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfFGbhJOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gn5l3V_MYf4/s400/04102008181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256579362557338850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite ex to climb with a trainer and only for 1 hour... which was extremely short, couldn't really enjoy climbing to the max... but the kids were all scrambling and scrawling already, so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extremely love their toilet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfx9D6V_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/t8tqay_ApCw/s1600-h/04102008164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfx9D6V_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/t8tqay_ApCw/s400/04102008164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256580133136521202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfyCyx_bI/AAAAAAAAAVI/y_VMMzHaWQs/s1600-h/04102008165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMfyCyx_bI/AAAAAAAAAVI/y_VMMzHaWQs/s400/04102008165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256580134675283378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its made out of nothing but just cement and bronze/copper (actually what's the diff between bronze and copper?) but yet its very clean and neat... its definitely very very environmental friendly look... ok maybe it doesn't look extremely clean in the picture but trust me, if you go there you'll know what i mean... it feels clean just that the place is not new tht's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about climbing... i'm like a pig lately, eating eating and eating... put on some weight, i have to exercise much much now that i'm not so busy lately... will start line dancing next month as part of the office's benefit, but don't think once a week is enough right? so shall climb, swim, jog much much more! anybody wan kaki ajak me k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3058557401835894872?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3058557401835894872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3058557401835894872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3058557401835894872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3058557401835894872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/camper-number-5.html' title='Camper number 5!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPMdaBmOmBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iEVYC4Q0y1I/s72-c/04102008162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2402068388901037108</id><published>2008-10-13T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:02:31.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catherine the Grape...</title><content type='html'>I didn't know grapes have names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for the colour of my nails there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPLyNL33yXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h5bwEjeSKCQ/s1600-h/13102008199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPLyNL33yXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h5bwEjeSKCQ/s400/13102008199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256530023434144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look so yummy now i feel like eating them everytime i look at them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2402068388901037108?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2402068388901037108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2402068388901037108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2402068388901037108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2402068388901037108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/catherine-grape.html' title='Catherine the Grape...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SPLyNL33yXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/h5bwEjeSKCQ/s72-c/13102008199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2761057961896328947</id><published>2008-10-06T16:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:36:10.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roman empire....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOnPz0_dejI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QRZX0mX3-as/s1600-h/DSC_7305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOnPz0_dejI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QRZX0mX3-as/s400/DSC_7305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253958929609488946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get to see the night lights from Genting Highlands on the way home driving along MRR2 when it gets dark, the way it sparkles always reminds me of Never land... then again it reminds me of even how up to secondary school, i'd like to wish Peter Pan really exists and he can bring me to Never Land someday and i'll never ever come back to earth *cough* and work *choke*... size aside, can i be Tinkerbell please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... reality is always so cruel... we are not the stories we hear, we can never be the stories we hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek Methodologies are another one of my favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post got on to me the longest time ever.. i don't know what i want to write... i guess better to just post it... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2761057961896328947?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2761057961896328947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2761057961896328947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2761057961896328947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2761057961896328947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/roman-empire.html' title='The Roman empire....'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOnPz0_dejI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QRZX0mX3-as/s72-c/DSC_7305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3733549427179404151</id><published>2008-10-06T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:30:07.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens during store visits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOmS3jOjpjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nJMw0-vFuaA/s1600-h/06102008193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOmS3jOjpjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nJMw0-vFuaA/s400/06102008193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253891923351152178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostrich fur yo! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3733549427179404151?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3733549427179404151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3733549427179404151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3733549427179404151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3733549427179404151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-what-happens-during-store.html' title='This is what happens during store visits...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SOmS3jOjpjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nJMw0-vFuaA/s72-c/06102008193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-6145537927754715705</id><published>2008-09-30T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:15:13.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is damn funny...</title><content type='html'>"You could fit her imagination inside an egg and still have room for the yolk. And maybe a meatball." - &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/index2.html"&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-6145537927754715705?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6145537927754715705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=6145537927754715705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6145537927754715705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6145537927754715705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-damn-funny.html' title='this is damn funny...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8766046201477693541</id><published>2008-09-29T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:23:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freshman...</title><content type='html'>When I was young I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;She a punk who rarely ever took advice&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm guilt stricken,&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing with my head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and&lt;br /&gt;We'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;We'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend took a week's&lt;br /&gt;Vacation to forget her&lt;br /&gt;His girl took a weeks's worth of&lt;br /&gt;Valium and slept&lt;br /&gt;And now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his&lt;br /&gt;Head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Thinks about her now and how he never really&lt;br /&gt;Wept he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and&lt;br /&gt;We'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;We'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried to wash our hands of all this&lt;br /&gt;We never talk of our lacking relationships&lt;br /&gt;And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our&lt;br /&gt;Heads on the floor&lt;br /&gt;We fell through the ice when we tried not to&lt;br /&gt;Slip, we'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and&lt;br /&gt;We'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;We'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and&lt;br /&gt;We'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe&lt;br /&gt;We'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8766046201477693541?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8766046201477693541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8766046201477693541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8766046201477693541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8766046201477693541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/09/freshman.html' title='The Freshman...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-2984221066889142814</id><published>2008-09-24T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:42:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwelcomed praises</title><content type='html'>Its midnight now, and i've just pass a long 3 weeks turmoil... its suffering, but its over (i hope)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had several praises this month... first from my manager which told me the entire office's HOD voted for me to be the leader of a group engagement... I was on top of the world of course... and the manager keep saying i should be proud... i was for 2 days, until i realize the work load tripled... On the bright side, my hardwork shows and its not so like i'm one of those many shallow staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the operation people really like me, and wanted to get me to work on floor... haha i never knew i could do sales... i mean really, i'm the kind tht instead of persuading someone to pay for something, i'll pay for it instead... I'm more a marketing person, i know what attracts but i dunno how to get the money out of their pockets, so i was really happy and shock that not just 1 person said that... and of course it feels great when you know your presence are welcome... BUT working on floor? are you mad? have to stand for at least 8 hours a day? everyday? NO WAY! Obviously i'd reject the offer, even though the commission and all sounds good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a buddhist teacher from Taiwan, which hubby really believes in... he's not really a buddhist teacher, more like someone who can inspire others... I don't know how to explain... but i believe, he was the person that made hubby set the thought of proposing to me on stone... we met him today for dinner, and he told him i shouldn't let someone capable like me work for other people and earn money for other people... sounds so weird, hubby never thought the idea of working together with me is good and he kinda started considering it... and he asked me when will i consider quitting... you see! and guys say women are fickle and easily influenced... can you believe it?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, but i wanna blog today, cause i know i'll have a lot going on for tomorrow again... i think its been such a long time since i write something of my own interest, i'm going to lose touch with it, so i thought blogging is a must today... and i'm glad i did... feels much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was at a treasure hunt last weekend, and i enjoyed the trip up north to Penang... not so much the treasure hunt, but the trip as a whole... First time driving to Penang, the experience is very different from JB, i really had that holiday feel... Even though i was with a group that was really annoying and irritating, i pulled through... i learned my lesson, a lot of lessons... I'm kinda mad at J for ffk-ing, but only because i knew if she was there for me to irritate, i'll be less irritated... so maybe its a good thing she didn't go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm traveling again this weekend *roll eyes* but its mother in-law's birthday, so anything lar... i can't say no anyway, so just let it be... oh btw! Hubby's got a driver now!!! so cool man! hahaha well he's not fetching me to work yet, but hehehe i'll find ways to use him... i'm evilz! It feels like i'm so worn out and i so need a holiday, but it doesn't seem anywhere near is possible... everyone around me is traveling :( i still can't get over it that i'm not goin to the Big Apple! I need to go somewhere else to compensate, to cry off the lost! I need to do some girly outings soon... been so long since i hang out and eat and be sarcastic... haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Can't believe i just blabbed a whole lot... good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2984221066889142814?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2984221066889142814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2984221066889142814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2984221066889142814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2984221066889142814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/09/unwelcomed-praises.html' title='unwelcomed praises'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7934084560849346661</id><published>2008-09-07T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:09:54.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i want?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i really hate myself. I do have to agree that i get mad so easily lately... i always seems to compare myself with pre=marriage... but can it last if i continue being like that? But i really do not know what i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so totally lost sometimes.. its doesn't help when i'm being so dependent on everything back home... i hate this place even more... but what can i do... i really tried... argh!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, i heard a quite funny news about a quite close friend... i mean we were close... until he's so far away now, but anyway would like to wish him the best :) its seriously quite funny, but apparently i'm not suppose to announce what is it... well actually tht's the funny bit :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been keeping in touch, as usual... but i've been freaking busy at work, so much to do and so little time... the most disappointing bit is that i might have to cancel my trip to the US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just doesn't seem to go my way lately, firstly there's probs at home, thn the stupid maid application, thn at work (not too bad actually, just a lot of work), then booking the wrong flight!, then whatever i do/want to do just never seem to happen... i guess i shall stop complaining and it'll all go away no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed already, but i slept in the afternoon so its payback time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7934084560849346661?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7934084560849346661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7934084560849346661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7934084560849346661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7934084560849346661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-i-want.html' title='what do i want?'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-2713861064630594676</id><published>2008-08-18T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:07:22.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patriotism...</title><content type='html'>i was deeply saddened... yes, we all knew he was gonna lose but not like that! OMG *sads* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know recently via a work partner that our very own Dr. M's blog gets the highest hits in Malaysia's web... 0_0 (eye opener right? and you thought all the kennysia, kinkybluefairy and all is already making good money) And so i tried so hard reading it... its so totally OMGZ B-O-R-I-N-G! I tried reading seriously... i mean but who cares about an old man's opinion who doesn't even try to make himself and his blog look a tiny bit more interesting... he doesn't even shows he tried... i'm not goin to bother putting up the link, you can google it... its gets the highest hits, so you'll definitely find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the busy-ness at work lately is not funny at all... i mean seriously... so tiring trying to impress everyone ok, and especially if all of thm can never be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go try make babies... family gathering is not fun at all whn everyone ask whether u're pregnant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2713861064630594676?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2713861064630594676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2713861064630594676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2713861064630594676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2713861064630594676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/08/patriotism.html' title='patriotism...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-6111374413603525172</id><published>2008-08-13T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:13:14.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruelty + sacarsm = depression</title><content type='html'>i think i can be super cruel to myself sometimes... there i go organizing all the nicest tea party, hotel stay and preparing all the wonderful things for the lucky winner to be in London next month. Then i realize i missed out on so much when i was in London and Europe as a whole... and i actually said yes when hubby say we're not goin back to Europe until 20 years later ! 0_0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and me being super broke because of the big splurge of getting the mac book and the ipod touch... i went store visit today! i so wanna kill myself! so many nice things i see :( i promise hubby i'll be good and not shop so much already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that, the reply i got from him is "yea right! you'll only shop less because you have somethg else more expensive you want!" *CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now i am writing to my big boss, telling her i have additional tickets of Avril's concert because we got some odd numbers to give out... the email says "you can have it for your daughters" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair when you have all the most beautiful things around you that you can have... don't tell me i have a mac book and be happy... because the happiness lasted 2 days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-6111374413603525172?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6111374413603525172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=6111374413603525172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6111374413603525172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6111374413603525172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruelty-sacarsm-depression.html' title='cruelty + sacarsm = depression'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-4050384521554120425</id><published>2008-08-07T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:46:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>I finally finally finish keying in all the data for the contest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super happy!!! i know i volunteered to do it, but though simple its seriously so tiresome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never ever going to do another contest again soon no matter how much it works and how powerful it is! Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4050384521554120425?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4050384521554120425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4050384521554120425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4050384521554120425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4050384521554120425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7943081666579946596</id><published>2008-07-30T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:33.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster...</title><content type='html'>Whee... sounds like fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite, a dumb motorbike bang into my car last Saturday, and happily ran away... thn i fell sick... hate that stupid sore throat and flu feeling... thn yesterday another motorbike ran into my car again, after having it fix from the Saturday drama. This time, more serious... i'm serious... my whole tyre broke into half and my left lights are gone... can you believe it? i don't know what did i do to motorbikes to receive this karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SI_RKaLrZSI/AAAAAAAAANs/rCzROTcSEzg/s1600-h/29072008092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SI_RKaLrZSI/AAAAAAAAANs/rCzROTcSEzg/s400/29072008092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228627669157635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes go buy Toto, 4D, Magnum, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm pretty fascinated with our news lately, more and more interesting stories... i like the one where V6s are replaced with the E200... pretty cool ain't it? I think if i'm the owner of the V6s' company i would definitely come up with the right facts and sue the Terengganu government for creating bad publicity. I mean, my cars (if they are mine) will never ever sell now, because the E200 is more affordable (when that's my only selling point as compared to the E200) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should change my car to a Porsche Cayenne thn maybe i won't get bang, thn maybe its more cost effective! yay! i should try to work this equation out to my hubby like how the Terengganu government worked it out for the whole nation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7943081666579946596?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7943081666579946596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7943081666579946596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7943081666579946596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7943081666579946596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/07/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SI_RKaLrZSI/AAAAAAAAANs/rCzROTcSEzg/s72-c/29072008092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-4087937074122791540</id><published>2008-07-23T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:24:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, work, work...</title><content type='html'>yea... this holiday-less month is terrible, feels like its never ending... sighs... somemore my mac book is cheating on me, arriving later in the month, so its even more killing... i have to berjimat-cermat for it, yet i don't get to use it... so ke-tionks! (miss this word invented by DW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, i super suck at keeping in touch, just found out some shocking news about some friends... lol! well i haven't been sleeping enough this week itself, besides being at work and meeting at night i have to do house chores u see... isk isk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i don't know what to blog lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is sienz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4087937074122791540?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4087937074122791540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4087937074122791540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4087937074122791540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4087937074122791540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-work-work.html' title='work, work, work...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5162588461842137348</id><published>2008-07-01T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:34.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy...</title><content type='html'>Yes as the title says, i'm extremely busy at least until end of September before my job scope and things to do start to cool down, but that will also be for a little while only before we have to start planning things for the year end again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what am i doing online so late? Hubby is out, and i just got back from Magic Mirror's meeting... don't feel like cleaning the house, baking, or be alone doing nothing... so here i am uploading my europe trip pictures on to facebook, cross fingers if nothing happens it will be uploaded... so i'm pretty bored now waiting for it to be uploaded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpFQGHzWKI/AAAAAAAAANE/usTnImKuHHI/s1600-h/01062008020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpFQGHzWKI/AAAAAAAAANE/usTnImKuHHI/s400/01062008020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059261085702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap... that's the leaning tower of Pisa in Italy, a very beautiful construction, its more like a piece of art. Apparently its one of the 7 wonders of the world not because it is leaning (there are a lot of leaning buildings in Amsterdam as well because of the soil) but because of the spirit of building it. According to our tour guide, when the family who started building the clock tower for the Catholic Church beside it (which is what the Pisa is suppose to be) built up to a 2 or 3 story high level, they already knew the tower is going to lean... but they continued building it in its leaning nature. Of course building a leaning building and to maintain it is way harder than building a straight 1. So people, don't always think straight is the only good/right thing to do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very short break when i was in London, took this opportunity to meet up with Melissa. She should be having her fair share of travelling around Europe now. How nice... noneed to take leave hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpGkbD4hHI/AAAAAAAAANM/NdZIMzhM1Ro/s1600-h/10062008029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpGkbD4hHI/AAAAAAAAANM/NdZIMzhM1Ro/s400/10062008029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218060709815420018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpHuUejd8I/AAAAAAAAANU/cG6mSBoD4-g/s1600-h/14062008030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpHuUejd8I/AAAAAAAAANU/cG6mSBoD4-g/s400/14062008030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218061979358558146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpHvFHE56I/AAAAAAAAANc/DEH8Hsk7jgI/s1600-h/14062008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpHvFHE56I/AAAAAAAAANc/DEH8Hsk7jgI/s400/14062008033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218061992413423522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are getting very very naughty and difficult to control lately, but children being children, thy have to be super naughty to be cute... no? Well... i'm not pregnant (not yet) if anyone's curious... haha, everyone's asking, i almost say "Nope, i'm not pregnant" as a opening line now... its like first thy ask when am i getting married, thn whn am i getting pregnant? What's next? *going mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many many things to do last weekend was Urbanscapes... i like the whole concept, event and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpI982ITMI/AAAAAAAAANk/29lJES794-M/s1600-h/28062008067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpI982ITMI/AAAAAAAAANk/29lJES794-M/s400/28062008067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063347404524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm quite sad i'm not part of the organizing comittee... its such a pity and i was very near to the opportunity, well... i guess aside the opportunity, we need a little bit of fate as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid pictures are not uploading on to facebook because the file is too big i suppose.. i'll have to go to office tomorrow and resize it (if i find the time) Guess i'll go get some good rest for another long day tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5162588461842137348?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5162588461842137348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5162588461842137348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5162588461842137348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5162588461842137348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SGpFQGHzWKI/AAAAAAAAANE/usTnImKuHHI/s72-c/01062008020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2263454158237169700</id><published>2008-06-14T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:50:37.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>yes i'm back from Europe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lot of countries, Italy, Holland, Germany, Belgium, Switzerland, France and England and maybe more, can't remember because we were like this rush group changing hotels everyday, moving on to another place everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did get to visit a lot of wonderful places, the nice trevi fountain, eiffel tower, tower bridge, Milan shopping street, the LV store in Paris, the very beautiful fishing village in Holland, Belgium CHOCOLATE! and many many more... oh of course... the scenery in Switzerland is just speechless, you have to see it for yourself really... too gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are all still in hubby's camera of course... we've been very busy since we got back, Eason Chan concert, Father's day in Johor, Magic Mirror Musical's meeting and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even got time to enjoy the shoppings i got from the trip :P hehe i didn't buy a lot of things but they are bags, bags and more bags... didn't have time to really shop much much. Every place we stop at is only for a while... an hour or two to be exact. Its only in Rome, and London we really had time to shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met Melissa in London! so nice to get to have dessert with her in London!!! so nice to just get to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Europe in damn damn expensive (except for the already expensive branded stuffs :P) because everything have to multiple by 5. And there are no kettle in the hotel rooms!!! So we have to buy mineral water (the big bottle) which is like at the very very lease (if you're lucky) 1.5 euro... 1.5 times 5.2 equals to RM7.80 for a bloody bottle of water... then we have to carry it everywhere we go, because you won't know when you'll get to find such "cheap" mineral water again... we actually was forced to buy like one bottle for like 2.3 euro because we didn't buy extra when it was cheaper... and we had to eat horrible horrible chinese food (trust me, even if you any how cook yourself it taste nicer) the tour arranged... I don't mind cheap burgers actually but those chinese food we were served were seriously horrible. Some of them is edible but the rest is total bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely go back to Europe again, other places and some places i would like to re-visit... but i definitely not so soon! (too broke to go again already anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be busy for the next few months again... more events for work... and also the most exciting part is that i'll be involved in this chartable musical! The name of the musical is "Magic Mirror the Musical". No i'm not singing for it, but i'll be helping to organize it! It'll be in Genting in November. However, a lot are on planning grounds now, so i can't really reveal much, but it sure sounds like a lot of fun. I went for my first meeting yesterday and i'll need to attend another tonight. I sure hope i'll get to progress with the whole group and get to be more involved with more things soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no more traveling again for me, at least for awhile... oh i'll get to go to Singapore first weekend of July though :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2263454158237169700?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2263454158237169700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2263454158237169700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2263454158237169700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2263454158237169700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-4131986850220083733</id><published>2008-05-15T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:48:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospitalized...</title><content type='html'>yes damn it... its the 3rd time this year... anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengue this time... the worst(I hope) of course i wouldn't be blogging about it if i'm not recovered and is freaking bored right now in the dumb square hospital room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the 5th different patient in my neighbouring bed now and don't ask me why so many and i am still here i have no idea... my doctor wants to make sure i am fully recovered even without any antibiotics and medication so even though everything is off today, i can't discharge tomorrow until Saturday... and its damn it cause Uncle Yu is comin back tomorrow night and they will definitely go for yummy supper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands itches as hell as i surf through all the cooking and baking sites while i think of nice recipes... i sure wish there's a kitchen in here right now so i can cook up a storm and make some use out of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels so stupid to by lying down here all days... especially after i experience the horrible pain for several days i kinda appreciate my time when i'm up and running... i wan a kitchen right now!!! i was just telling someone over msn and he says i'm mad because the first thing to ask for is the food and not the kitchen to cook... but for me, cooking comes first before the food ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a long 2 weeks ahead... sis is comin back on Sunday! i don't know whether i'm excited she's comin back or because i have somebody to quarrel with now... lol! mum says she don't wanna imagine... thn everyone will fly off to HK while i stay in the office for stock take and more work before i fly off to Europe... Let's hope things work out as plan this time and no more fatalities... i'm so accident prone i don't know what to say about myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to the boring bedroom before the entertaining husband comes with fried chicken (hopefully he gets to sneak it in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4131986850220083733?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4131986850220083733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4131986850220083733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4131986850220083733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4131986850220083733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/05/hospitalized.html' title='hospitalized...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3961336078822294820</id><published>2008-05-09T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:01:37.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-A-N-A-L-I</title><content type='html'>The whole office has been goin crazy over that brand's opening. We are launching today, big boss is in big hoo-hah, manager is going crazy, everyone else is running up and down every where... whenever somebody is stationed to do that brand, she will not be chase or rush for anything else.. that's how serious we treat this brand, but some how i have a feeling it will so screw up today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin to be the head of ushers, i'm being nice to all of thm, telling thm thy can leave early... but what's goin to happen of me thn? sheesh! i should be more cruel really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its goin to be a long night today... cross fingers that all least all my part will turn out right! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3961336078822294820?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3961336078822294820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3961336078822294820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3961336078822294820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3961336078822294820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/05/c-n-l-i.html' title='C-A-N-A-L-I'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3697166631600599664</id><published>2008-05-05T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Beijing...</title><content type='html'>I need to kill time... i'm so bored in the office... i don't wan to look at another contest form today... no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible night last night... i don't wan to talk about it but it just sucks and its terribly painful... its a pain really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much pictures from Beijing, cause obviously i'm not the photographer... Got a picture of my favourite tulips! they are so gorgeously pretty... they are everywhere in this particular park namely Bei Hai and Jing Shan Park... They are both behind the forbidden city. The forbidden city is awesome as well! so pretty! and gosh! i don't want to live in it, because i'll certainly get lost, its almost as big as KL! you can only WALK in there... the picture of it looks like its sitting on heaven eh? misty... Its the back view of the palace... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many historic spots in Beijing, all of them lovely and worth visiting... it is really a very beautiful city. How come people ages ago can think of building such beautiful things, then peoples tastes deteriorate and now we are trying to chase back the trend and standards... However the people in China still have lots of room for improvement.. Buildings, places everything impressive... they just need to brush of on their manners, behavior and standard of living... But oh well, people told me i've only seen one part of China... more to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SB7J4R83EeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qcjsTw1C1xA/s1600-h/DSC01708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SB7J4R83EeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qcjsTw1C1xA/s400/DSC01708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196812988760658402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SB7J4x83EfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8fTX_6OEESY/s1600-h/DSC01710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SB7J4x83EfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8fTX_6OEESY/s400/DSC01710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196812997350593010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3697166631600599664?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3697166631600599664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3697166631600599664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3697166631600599664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3697166631600599664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-beijing.html' title='Beautiful Beijing...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SB7J4R83EeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qcjsTw1C1xA/s72-c/DSC01708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-1076149924774768919</id><published>2008-04-22T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:38:13.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo...</title><content type='html'>I'm not emo as in angry emo... i'm just emotional in thoughts... sentimental thoughts... i hate things that brings back so many memories i wish i could keep forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through facebook pictures so even more emo thoughts obviously... why can't we stay forever 18 and when we're 18 why didn't we appreciate everything that we had? sighs... well i think i should stop letting the rant train go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing was good... but the food sucks... its like pots of oil served on the table... but the buildings and scenery are certainly impressive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog anymore.. got interrupted.. i certainly need a notebook soon so i can just blog away at home at my own peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1076149924774768919?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1076149924774768919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1076149924774768919' title='0 Comments'/><link 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SAMuV7pdu7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ackHGyNLjk/s1600-h/14042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SAMuV7pdu7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ackHGyNLjk/s400/14042008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189042149984680882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit http://www.thomassabo.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its addictive... once you buy one, you can't stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1305613793667972458?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1305613793667972458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1305613793667972458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1305613793667972458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1305613793667972458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My latest obsession...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SAMuV7pdu7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1ackHGyNLjk/s72-c/14042008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-8288387489824388592</id><published>2008-04-14T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau &amp; Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALajrpdu2I/AAAAAAAAAME/HTUMJgUUDis/s1600-h/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALajrpdu2I/AAAAAAAAAME/HTUMJgUUDis/s400/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950027231148898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakLpdu3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/IZkzN7FAEsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakLpdu3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/IZkzN7FAEsQ/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950035821083506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakbpdu4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/pwL9UjwHVgk/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakbpdu4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/pwL9UjwHVgk/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950040116050818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakrpdu5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/UeZL2ww0CiI/s1600-h/DSC_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALakrpdu5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/UeZL2ww0CiI/s400/DSC_1510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950044411018130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALak7pdu6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/iRtmHkQz4o4/s1600-h/DSC_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALak7pdu6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/iRtmHkQz4o4/s400/DSC_1944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950048705985442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it took me forever to upload those pictures... so tht's it... no more... just look out for more on facebook. Something about the bloody internet connection in the office lately.. it just pisses me off... well, maybe i shouldn't complain too much about it anymore since it is working today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Macau was superb... very pretty place... i love it... easy to get around, not too expensive, and the view at the top is wonderful! certainly worth the walk all the way up even though its just some historical cannon park. And the food there!!!!!!!!!! OMG! is just so nice ok, 4 hours we were there, we finished 3 pork buns... and all of it is damn ons!!!! and the steam milk... very yummmy!!! plus the Portuguese egg tarts!!! SUPERB!!!! we just walk and eat, walk and eat, walk and eat, wait for the bus and eat, walk and eat... Its totally pityful that we went all the way up to the Macau Tower and its all misty, nothing to see but some lights blinking... but we manage to watch ppl bungee jump! weeeehhhhhhhheeeeeeee! phew! quite scary ok, even though u weren't the one jumping... plus it was so bloody cold up there... we got the chance to stand outside, tht's killing enough... i think if i go on it, sure scared + cold until pee... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong is nothing much really... the food not as good as Macau... but the scenery is damn good at night... plus all the walking is good! very exciting! Things are really ex, so couldn't shop like mad... bought a Prada, and some stuffs from H&amp;M tht's it... hubby bought a whole lot of camera gadget and couldn't stop taking pictures... obviously i'm not going to upload all of it, cause its goin to take forever... I din't see any super star in Hong Kong, but we went to the hotel where Leslie Cheong passed away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Beijing tonight... yippee! looking forward to climb the Great Wall together with hubby... to begin our journey as strong as, as long as, as beautiful as, as great as, as etc as the great wall... well a lot of ppl commented on my choice of wanting to go to China for honey moon, so superbly unromantic, but well... we're romantic all the time anyway :P (don't piuk ah!) We both haven't been to the Great Wall before... so its actually kinda meaningful to go together... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea... thanks to the message by Jac, i'm goin to Italy on 30th May... i'm not sure what's the itinerary and where exactly are we goin, but i'm just tagging along :) will update again when i get back next week... sorry friends for not really keeping in touch, but then its been busy at the office as well... plus my mum and also my grandpa is not really well... beside being upset that grandpa's sick, mum's cough kinda worsen... poor her, so i'm trying my best to company her as much as i can... how many things can happen to me at one time right??? sighs... i can only hope for the better to come soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8288387489824388592?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8288387489824388592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8288387489824388592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8288387489824388592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8288387489824388592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/04/macau-hong-kong.html' title='Macau &amp; Hong Kong'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/SALajrpdu2I/AAAAAAAAAME/HTUMJgUUDis/s72-c/DSC_0237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-4277285315700906810</id><published>2008-04-03T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:51:09.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday!</title><content type='html'>yippeee!!! HOLIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been in the office a lot lately.. and i haven't the computer to blog from home (hubby's house) i'm goin to get one soon... real soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Macau&gt;Hong Kong tomorrow!!!! yipppeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4277285315700906810?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4277285315700906810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4277285315700906810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4277285315700906810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4277285315700906810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/04/holiday.html' title='holiday!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3043006368449098198</id><published>2008-03-12T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:22:36.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>ants and sweet</title><content type='html'>Hubby: Dear, why our house got so many ants lately... so annoying lar&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear, because you married a really sweet wife, they came to see :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha OMG i can't stand myself... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3043006368449098198?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3043006368449098198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3043006368449098198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3043006368449098198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3043006368449098198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/03/ants-and-sweet.html' title='ants and sweet'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-790658042248405295</id><published>2008-03-11T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can wear Karen's dress!!!</title><content type='html'>kakakaka... finally brought myself to go collect the clothes from the dry cleaner... and the result is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R9Y1nvbr9RI/AAAAAAAAALU/ixdZKUCwLyI/s1600-h/11032008327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R9Y1nvbr9RI/AAAAAAAAALU/ixdZKUCwLyI/s400/11032008327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176383778572727570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... Karen, sorry ah pinjam pakai awhile hehe... so happy when hubby zipped up easily! woo hoo! Jac!!! i'm one size smaller :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipppeee! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-790658042248405295?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/790658042248405295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=790658042248405295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/790658042248405295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/790658042248405295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-can-wear-karens-dress.html' title='I can wear Karen&apos;s dress!!!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/R9Y1nvbr9RI/AAAAAAAAALU/ixdZKUCwLyI/s72-c/11032008327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-8951951960175394968</id><published>2008-03-07T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:04:51.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>election... i wanna know</title><content type='html'>Question 1: Are you electing? Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not registered, can't be bothered, why? Because there isn't a leader worth voting for. Ain't nobody worth me queuing and goin through the oh so inconvenient government process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Will i think of becoming a candidate? why?&lt;br /&gt;No. Because i'm not so free and i don't look forward to anything as such. I believe these candidates do use their position for their own benefits in one way or another. TO be a government servant, an election candidate, one have to be very responsible for what they do in the public and also personally. It doesn't mean you have your family "supporting" you, you are the health minister meaning you can show the world how you try on the latest viagra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: What are the requirements to choose a candidate?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not the amount of posters, imagine you pay tax to the government and they use the money to print election posters, stupid right? what a way to invest your money in! I think there should be a lot of reasons to choose a candidate, the candidate's education background, the family background and etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin back to Johor with hubby tomorrow, for election... super siens man. That's it weekend, bye bye... you'll be gone before i get to enjoy you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8951951960175394968?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8951951960175394968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8951951960175394968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8951951960175394968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8951951960175394968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/03/election-i-wanna-know.html' title='election... i wanna know'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8867997595735931338</id><published>2008-03-05T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:44:26.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many fairs so many decisions...</title><content type='html'>I hate it when we have a lot of those travel fair this and travel fair that... when the choices comes in abundance it makes it so diff to make a simple decision... sighs... can't believe deciding to go traveling can be a hassle too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about goin to the beach in the office makes me reminisce the time when we were at Lang Tengah, so shyok man... miss tht session so badly... seems like so long ago since i've been to a real holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the managers seems to be on leave this week... and then i'm suppose to have damn a lot of work to do, but then its just somethg that's suppose to happen but nothing like tht really happen... i'm just fillin in for ppl's position, my stuffs cleared long ago... so it is indeed quite a boring week... except i can be a little late to work and can finish early... but still i have to be present at the office so not much diff actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cooking dinner again, so fun! Haven't been baking though, maybe i should bake somethg this weekend for the kids, since its goin to be school holidays next week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fun is goin on... seems so boring.. OMG i'm boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8867997595735931338?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8867997595735931338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8867997595735931338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8867997595735931338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8867997595735931338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-many-fairs-so-many-decisions.html' title='so many fairs so many decisions...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8190792306203419098</id><published>2008-02-28T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:14:49.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>No one's updating their blog... i'm bored... so bored in the office i can come up with any boring statement you want me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid flu just wont go away, its bloody annoying me. Second time i go to the doctor already gggrrr... go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8190792306203419098?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8190792306203419098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8190792306203419098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8190792306203419098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8190792306203419098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7321024937487141603</id><published>2008-02-27T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:29:29.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over...</title><content type='html'>You know your fate with him is really over when you find out much later that you're both only next door, few steps away, few hours waiting and yet the opportunity to meet never seem to happen. And of course it is certified over when the call came 8 days late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7321024937487141603?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7321024937487141603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7321024937487141603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7321024937487141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7321024937487141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/02/over.html' title='Over...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-7748638924305593873</id><published>2008-02-22T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wife...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R756nupKxSI/AAAAAAAAALM/EEPU3fIq1E4/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R756nupKxSI/AAAAAAAAALM/EEPU3fIq1E4/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169704245222098210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite picture of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i was the chillest, because honestly didn't feel tht its goin to make any diff until after the dinner, cousie came by to gave me a good hug... tellin me to be good, now that i'm somebody's wife... my tears started swelling on the eyes... thankfully i did not let it flow, if not a whole lot of ppl will start crying a river...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't help but notice how upset daddy was, he's so quiet and such and cute baby the whole night, trying to be good and not over drink. Mum and dad are such darlings... and of course my favourite cousins and besties, they all are a good sport and are very handy. Helped me a lot alot, love all of them. Its only when you're having a family and friends affair you can really see who really really loves you and poor sis, crying all alone in NYC, you're in our hearts dear... don't worry about not being around k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sad when mum, dad, uncle yu and all was gonna leave Westin, its like its not my position to follow them back to Klang anymore... Its quite saddening... thankfully baby's family are darlings too, or else i'll definitely cry a storm. It is only that moment i can understand why mum and dad are acting like as if i'm marrying to someone who lives in South Africa or somethg... its like we're not goin to see each other often enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does i feels like being a Mrs.? I don't know really... its just diff, but i don't know what's diff... but i must say, he's such a darling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7748638924305593873?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7748638924305593873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7748638924305593873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7748638924305593873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7748638924305593873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/02/wife.html' title='The wife...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/R756nupKxSI/AAAAAAAAALM/EEPU3fIq1E4/s72-c/DSC_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3606154134305167993</id><published>2008-01-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:49:29.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak the devil</title><content type='html'>Just when i mentioned my life is a drama, more drama came my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiance's grandfather passed away, a sudden, real sudden. He's always healthy, 78 and yet still strong... but he fell and hit the killing spot at the back of his head... a real pity. Poor darling had to rush to and fro Johor and KL for that few days of the funeral. Over 1000 people attended that funeral... and i tell you the late Mr. Ng have over 130 children + grand children + great grand children. So terror right? I was at the funeral only on the last day, and i knelt till my knees blue black... don't know how fiance and all can't stand for so many days... i guess i shouldn't complain, its last respect to ah kong... it is really quite sad. *sighs* really... people just come and go like that, so we should really all appreciate the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i fainted at home last weekend... don't ask me what happened, i really don't know. The feeling is really quite scary, just blacked out and fell. I don't even know what i knocked on till i got a wound that needed 8 stitches under my chin. There will be a little scar. Needs scar remover next week... i had diarrhea earlier that day, so doctor said it is due to dehydration... my mum panicked like mad, started calling everyone and insisted i should be admitted to the hospital... now her opening line to me is "later you faint again thn you know". I was quite traumatised honestly, its like i knew i was going to faint but not when? and also the black out feeling was really terrible... its like you don't know what happened AT ALL for that few minutes. I think i got really weak lately, i used to be really healthy... i guess i need my dose of regular exercise again to gain back the health. Should really be doing somethg about it. The moment everyone saw me plastered, "aiyo, you're getting married soon! better recover ok". Well, plastered or not, scared or not, he HAVE TO marry me already right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the invites ready, finally finish writing, printing, tying ribbons, inserting envelopes, labelling etc etc.. so much work ok, lucky my list of names is quite minimal... and his stack, his office girls are helping him with it. *phew* so peeps, expect calls to meet up for me to pass the invites to you all ok, most likely in groups so i get to kill many birds at one stone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renovating house is almost ready! YEAY! it looks yummy now, really... hehe not the yummy that you wan to lick it, but the yummy you wanna stay in it... but too bad, my long days here will be over real soon... the complex feeling is really quite complicated... actually until today, i'm not really excited as in really really excited about the wedding yet, i'm just like doing what i'm suppose to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3606154134305167993?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3606154134305167993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3606154134305167993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3606154134305167993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3606154134305167993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/01/speak-devil.html' title='Speak the devil'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3643639542363295970</id><published>2008-01-17T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:25:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic...</title><content type='html'>I think every life is a serious of drama... mine is an extreme drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiance's grandpa passed away on Saturday. It was a rather sudden incident (yea i know every death is sudden). He's healthy, up and about all the while, he just fell and hitted the right spot on the head. Was at the funeral where over a thousand ppl attended. Mind you, its over a thousand... i don't think that many ppl will turn up at my funeral, definitely not... i can't even come up with 200 names for my wedding... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the invitation card is stuck with the printer so bear with me while i pass it out next week ok... i know its real late already :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3643639542363295970?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3643639542363295970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3643639542363295970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3643639542363295970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3643639542363295970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/01/dramatic.html' title='Dramatic...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5072655219702633985</id><published>2008-01-09T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:37.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid life crisis?</title><content type='html'>had dinner with Jac, HY and Shirl last night... &lt;br /&gt;as usual i had fun 'poking' Jac but it was a very exhausting day yesterday... too mamy things at one time... too many really... i rather not talk about it now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R4Q4o43k3nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YkIVKrXmp_w/s1600-h/08012008294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R4Q4o43k3nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YkIVKrXmp_w/s400/08012008294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153306148730101362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R4Q4pY3k3oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ip3AsV_Cg4o/s1600-h/08012008295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R4Q4pY3k3oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ip3AsV_Cg4o/s400/08012008295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153306157320035970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5072655219702633985?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5072655219702633985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5072655219702633985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5072655219702633985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5072655219702633985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/01/thinking-about-life.html' title='mid life crisis?'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/R4Q4o43k3nI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YkIVKrXmp_w/s72-c/08012008294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-7891903347001385551</id><published>2008-01-01T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:42:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new life, new status...</title><content type='html'>what was i doing last night? sleep ;) i kinda enjoyed the peacefulness, believe it or not. Call me auntie whatever... but its certainly better thn spending it with your mother-in-law-to-be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not i'm beginning to hate some of his family already and i'm loving mine more and more day by day... its quite annoying that i have to please a mother that is not really mine and do not love me as much. Thank God she doesn't want to stay here with us. I'm sorry if i'm bitching already... but i can't help it really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tht all i wan to remember about the new year? of course not! i had splendid time with mum, shopping and etc. Being stuck in the jam is never so fun when we make jokes about silly things... i'm so glad she's all cheered up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renovating house is not ready yet, so it is of course rather annoying and inconvenient. Don't know if its the dust at home or is it Jac and KS's germs, i'm sick now stupid flu wont go away So bloody annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things for the wedding not ready... sighs... can somebody save me?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-7891903347001385551?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7891903347001385551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=7891903347001385551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7891903347001385551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/7891903347001385551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-life-new-status.html' title='new year, new life, new status...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-5686773479504650070</id><published>2007-12-18T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:15:49.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bubble Family&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning and realise i miss jie a lot... even though when she's around her presents doesn't seem to pleasant... but i just miss someone to fight with me, to argue and snatch for mummy's attention... without realising i've been including her in all my plans for my wedding... its like if she's around then things will work out better and also i always thought she will know how to sort things out and she will know how to do things i do not know and vice versa... so emo this morning when i woke up and found the empty bed in the same room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bubble Friends&lt;br /&gt;Miss being all together gether with my besties as usual... i think we are so deprive of being together at one time, like really all together... so hard to get a chance like this now... its just not so funny to disturb WY when i'm alone with her, i need the combination...&lt;br /&gt;chat up a whole lot with a long time no see/chat buddy... and i kinda enjoyed the heart to heart talk... about ourselves, about future, about peers, about everything... i need to do this so much more often to fill myself up... &lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of dilemma when it comes to friends lately... sighs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bubble Wedding&lt;br /&gt;why can't be annoying just annoying? why does it have to include jealousy, anger and everything else? Now this is really annoying... end of story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-5686773479504650070?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5686773479504650070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=5686773479504650070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5686773479504650070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/5686773479504650070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/12/urban-bubble.html' title='Urban Bubble'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-290051212098654888</id><published>2007-12-12T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:44:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Darlings,</title><content type='html'>I'll skip my Langkawi trip next week ok? We'll meet up next week ok? Make sure you both have ONE FULL DAY for me and me only ok? :) Can't wait to see ya all next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lup Lup,&lt;br /&gt;JT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-290051212098654888?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/290051212098654888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=290051212098654888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/290051212098654888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/290051212098654888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-darlings.html' title='Dear Darlings,'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8205153891704949890</id><published>2007-12-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:37.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my silvery glittery wedding shoes :)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R1ysvRH4N1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4gczSj4ljg/s1600-h/10122007282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/R1ysvRH4N1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4gczSj4ljg/s400/10122007282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142174802600539986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8205153891704949890?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8205153891704949890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8205153891704949890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8205153891704949890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8205153891704949890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-heart-my-silvery-glittery-wedding.html' title='I heart my silvery glittery wedding shoes :)!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/R1ysvRH4N1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r4gczSj4ljg/s72-c/10122007282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-2429428585364016021</id><published>2007-12-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:23:04.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I screw up the dates...</title><content type='html'>Shopping in Singapore is ever so shyok-ing always find the stuffs i wan to find... best of all i always have everyone to pamper me there and transportation is never a problem... driving is completely out of the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend in Singapore and it feels like forever, no burden nothing to think about but shop, shop, family &amp; friends... so simple just chill... nothing to plan nothing to worry about nothing to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back here i feel like sighs... i have so much to do... sighs... i have to much to think about... should i go for that interview? What if i get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i still have a lot to shop for? I dare not look at the list, because i'm certainly broke already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2429428585364016021?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2429428585364016021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2429428585364016021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2429428585364016021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2429428585364016021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-screw-up-dates.html' title='I screw up the dates...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8977285312041639061</id><published>2007-12-03T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:57:51.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=690012&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=02&amp;date_day=18&amp;date_year=1&amp;un=OUR WEDDING&amp;size=normal&amp;mo=02&amp;da=18&amp;yr=2008" width="250" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/files/countdown/countdown.swf?co=690012&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF&amp;date_month=02&amp;date_day=18&amp;date_year=1&amp;un=OUR WEDDING&amp;size=normal&amp;mo=02&amp;da=18&amp;yr=2008" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8977285312041639061?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8977285312041639061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8977285312041639061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8977285312041639061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8977285312041639061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/12/tucson-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-6120978002970934997</id><published>2007-11-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:01:31.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to...</title><content type='html'>I need to come up with two list, one to buy list and one to do list... i haven't done any but i have been shopping for so many things already :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought our wedding band already its a bit more expensive then we've expected but well... if you're gonna wear it for life, i think its worth. And the little shop we bought it from is not like some Poh Kong, Diamond &amp; Platinum or etc etc jewellery chain. Its a very cute boutique with limited edition stuffs, of course being in retail i know limited edition is something we use as a marketing strategy and the limited amount may just mean like 100 less then the rest. But the shop really do have its own specialty the boutique is Brilliant Rose, in Bangsar Village 2. Of course i have to trust its "limited edition" because they only have one boutique in Malaysia. Do check it out if you're looking at buying something for your darling or maybe for yourself even. He's such a darling when it comes to buying things ;) Maybe he's trying to prove me i made the right choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time-line to our wedding day is so tight a lot have been asking us where are we taking our wedding pictures... i'm tired of explaining already but still i stand firm to my philosophy of "pictures should tell a story" and definitely those idiotic crappy pose that you do in the studio does not tell a story. No matter how natural and how laid back you try to make it seem, its still fake to me. Because u don't happen to be there and then at that time, because you plan to be there, to be photographed by Mr. So and so... ok enough said. Don't try to persuade me anymore. To me those silly pictures are not pretty, its stupid. No offense to those who really like it and would spend millions on it, but its just my own piece of mind. I so totally can't imagine myself doing over 30 poses in front of the camera. Candid shots please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hotel thing is really driving me crazy. Been trying to narrow down our options but in the end we always get more. LOL. Westin or MO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... i'm getting more and more nervous... scarie parrie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirl msged me out of a sudden the other day, asking me what do i need/like? hahaha honestly i don't know... on top of my head i can think of a guest book. It'll be quite cool if my guests put their hands together to make a guest book for me, note the work MAKE hehe :P according to my darl, i'm priceless so i don't wan you all to buy any tom, dick and harry guest book :P i'm just kidding lar k... whatever lar, just whatever you think i'll like and need :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much lovely friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw! please don't like 10 million ppl make me a guest book. hehehe wait i have 10 million guest book ppl wont know which to sign... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-6120978002970934997?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6120978002970934997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=6120978002970934997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6120978002970934997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/6120978002970934997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-to.html' title='i need to...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8092379356707286217</id><published>2007-11-18T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:10:26.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think...</title><content type='html'>so many ppl is not going to be able to make it... so saddddddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8092379356707286217?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8092379356707286217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8092379356707286217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8092379356707286217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8092379356707286217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think.html' title='i think...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3168637279297711609</id><published>2007-11-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:51:15.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th February 2008</title><content type='html'>yes, that's the tentative date.. and most likely its it... its a Monday, those of you who are working, will you take leave to attend? Karen, you'll take off school? sighs... stress, didn't see it to be so near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3168637279297711609?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3168637279297711609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3168637279297711609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3168637279297711609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3168637279297711609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/18th-february-2008.html' title='18th February 2008'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-13210391951730092</id><published>2007-11-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:30:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the point of goin overseas...</title><content type='html'>i've been running around all over the malls' pharmacy lately, buying stuffs for my sister... if you don't already know she's currently in the Big Apple (not the donuts, but the city) working and living a life there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is that, she's been getting me to buy the entire pharmacy and some other things as well, don't they have these stuffs like facial blotters, face mask, and etc in New York? its not that it is troublesome and i don't wanna do those stuffs for her, just that if she's chosen to go over why can't she just live like the new yorkers? listen to their music there, play their games, eat like they do, wash face like they do? if you're moving everything from here over there, then what's the point of moving? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. just shows how spoiled she was when she was in Perth, i thought my aunt did everything for her, now... seems like it is true... my aunt did do everything for her when she was there afterall... sighs... spoiled sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the point is that i knew this would be the situation if i did go over to Aussie for my undergrad... there's really no point in going overseas, spending extra money but living the same life as you are in your mother country...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-13210391951730092?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/13210391951730092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=13210391951730092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/13210391951730092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/13210391951730092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/point-of-goin-overseas.html' title='the point of goin overseas...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1152211834198462525</id><published>2007-11-06T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:27:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blind's occupation...</title><content type='html'>went for an utterly painful foot massage on Saturday with mum...  mum especially love this place because the massage therapist are "really good"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? i don't really like foot massages, for the fact that it does gives you a good night sleep, it hurts... badly, real badly... so for me to patronize the blind foot massager its like doing charity and its like being a good daughter because i want to company mum to where she wants to go... i can't help feeling sad looking at how old she have grown, not the looks, but the age... she's so much more less confident about herself now... must be all the horrible things over the years... why can parents give us their best all the years and its so difficult for us to give them our best? it feels really odd that i am the only one feeling so strongly about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the blind massage therapist... everytime i go there i feel so amazed at how the blind can actually keep the entire place cleaner than Jacinda's room. Moreover its painfully neat... shelf 1 big towel, shelf 2 small towel, shelf 3 massage oil, shelf 4 ... etc. Even the toilet's clean! and they actually have a hanging area for the towels, its so neatly hung i swear they count the centimeters between each towels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met some familiar face on the road today, some best buds of my ex... bet i annoy the hell out of him by being in front of him and driving a nicer car then he does... then i start thinking, people of my age, where are they now? what are they doing? most of friends my age are either still studying or doing their masters or they are going to be doctors... fabulous people... me? i'm just an executive doing what ever i am suppose to in a fashion house... is that my achievement? so simple? what about the dream of being published? sighs... too much thoughts for a morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1152211834198462525?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1152211834198462525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1152211834198462525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1152211834198462525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1152211834198462525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/blinds-occupation.html' title='the blind&apos;s occupation...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8284715013124737568</id><published>2007-11-05T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:00:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissed</title><content type='html'>i'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissedi'mpissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theysayyoushouldn'tbitchaboutworkonyourblogbutiguessyoucan'tgooglethingswhenyoudon'tspacethesentencesright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mybloodyfreakingidiotbrainlesscowmanagerjustpissedmeoff,soiampissedoff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8284715013124737568?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8284715013124737568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8284715013124737568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8284715013124737568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8284715013124737568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/11/impissedimpissedimpissedimpissedimpisse.html' title='i&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissedi&apos;mpissed'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3495822303027938448</id><published>2007-10-24T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:38.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years...</title><content type='html'>I sent him this sms about an hour ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Remember i sent you an sms a very long time ago saying that i want to get married in a 5 Star hotel and that i will give you 5 years to save money for it? Thank you for telling me 5 years later, you are now able to do it. Remember on the first year we met you gave me 18 birthday presents because you told me you wanted to give me presents for all the years in my life that you have not met me? Thank you for giving me a present 5 years later that tells me you want to take care of me for the rest of my life. It seems like i have not given you much other than my time and a whole stomach full of anger sometimes. Hope you feel the happiness and feeling of fortunate as much as i do now, i love you very much dear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for putting up mushy things about us, but i think its less awkward thn just putting the 3 words "i am engaged" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RyACe-osudI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RmWlEQRHMsk/s1600-h/24102007254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RyACe-osudI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RmWlEQRHMsk/s400/24102007254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125099107180657106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3495822303027938448?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3495822303027938448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3495822303027938448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3495822303027938448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3495822303027938448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-years.html' title='5 years...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/RyACe-osudI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RmWlEQRHMsk/s72-c/24102007254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-1097732605295671460</id><published>2007-10-22T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:29:43.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adult talk..</title><content type='html'>had a serious adult talk with cousie shyuan last night, and i think i screw up his brains and pulled him out of his college life thought for a moment... its time he grow up and feel it anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i think back, i kinda hate it... why can't we just stay kids and play our boxing and be mad at each other for no particular reason thn forgot we were suppose to be mad at each other and start being very very close again... hahaha i know i'm blabbing, but i really miss those days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's excited except for us... we are more nervous than excited... :) my friends get too excited and help me forget my nervousness sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1097732605295671460?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1097732605295671460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1097732605295671460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1097732605295671460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1097732605295671460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/adult-talk.html' title='adult talk..'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1822201640556797252</id><published>2007-10-21T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:25:54.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news? :)</title><content type='html'>i'm still trying to keep the balance and stand straigh... for those who don't already know, err... guess i'll tell soon... its just very weird when it really happens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1822201640556797252?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1822201640556797252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1822201640556797252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1822201640556797252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1822201640556797252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-news.html' title='Good news? :)'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-3734965670660390244</id><published>2007-10-18T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:49:38.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak weak body...</title><content type='html'>I think the those born in the year of rats must have done something bad to the God of Health last year. This year, everyone is falling sick... i just took a quick cold shower in the morning and now my nose is running like a leaking tap... how annoying can that be right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was singing K with colleagues last night. It was really an adventure, crazy songs, crazy dances, madness singing... funny funny fun night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REISS opening tomorrow!!! excited *jumps around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3734965670660390244?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3734965670660390244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3734965670660390244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3734965670660390244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3734965670660390244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/weak-weak-body.html' title='weak weak body...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8941636109652963004</id><published>2007-10-10T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:38.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart this picture &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RwyJ0n-E0mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-a-gheSweQI/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RwyJ0n-E0mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-a-gheSweQI/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119618413588959842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8941636109652963004?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8941636109652963004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8941636109652963004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8941636109652963004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8941636109652963004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-heart-this-picture-3.html' title='i heart this picture &lt;3'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/RwyJ0n-E0mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-a-gheSweQI/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-3259191191785476299</id><published>2007-10-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:30:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love daddy!</title><content type='html'>I always thought dad is the most ignorant person in the family, like he won't interrupt in whatever we do and stuffs. He just gave me so much love last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually told me he can see what i have been doing, but just that my brother and sister have been so reliant on me so i have to hang in there, "daddy is always there to support ok? just be yourself, you're good at it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-3259191191785476299?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3259191191785476299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=3259191191785476299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3259191191785476299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/3259191191785476299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-daddy.html' title='I love daddy!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8152994107132183315</id><published>2007-10-08T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:21:20.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grunts'/><title type='text'>dengue fever...</title><content type='html'>both the darlings at home is down with dengue fever, Ryan is in the hospital since Tuesday and Xanne admitted on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a horrible and hectic week for me. I can't stand it anymore, don't think i'll pull through if another horrible thg happen. I tell you, 2007 sucks to the max! don't care if you call me superstitious or whatever shit that is, i just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive to and from Singapore, around JB and all, is not that terrible after all. Although i did get really annoyed with Singapore roads and got lost so many times, i managed to pull through, my heart was basically in the hospital all the time anyway. How can you not feel so when you are forced to take on the journey even though your favourite baby is crying non-stop in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this running around, helping everyone calm down and console them is terrible, i hate this feeling all over again, its like i am the only person that ever needs to be strong and be the support of the family and everyone else. Can i manja a bit? sighs... u just won't believe it, i didn't even feel like shopping at all whn i was in Singapore, my cheapest S'pore trip ever, i just paid money to buy the autopass and top up the card and also bought a few packets of sweets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it of course did not help it whn i called WY in Singapore, she did her usual stun of not picking up. Being so used to it, i didn't bother and i was terribly tired after the whole day at the JB store and trying to find the right way to dinner in Singapore. She called back to scream at me "WL why u didn't tell me you're coming??!?!?!?!" i just lost the mood to talk to her anymore, because i swear i did told her i was going on a short trip to S'pore. Of course i know she didn't mean to scream, but she was excited tht i was there, but what am i suppose to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as usual even among friends, i have to be the one to console ppl, to one to be of support, the one to care and be the one who initiates. It just gets too annoying whn you do too much of it ok. Again, can i manja a bit? Sometimes i wish i am like my cousins, it doesn't make a diff to thm whn i'm in S'pore at most thy just ask me if i wanna join thm for a drink with their friends and etc. But whn my aunt is back here and all, i'm obligated to bring thm around, fetch thm here there bring thm for dinner here there and etc. I just can't help dumping thm and leave right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm complaining too much i'm like my nagging aunt who nagged to me about her children all the way back home from Singapore, she say she sometimes wish her children is half as caring and understding as i am to my mum and family. She doesn't know i envy how she'll call thm all the time, asking thm whether the windows are close whn it rained n etc. Not that my mum don't care about me... just that sighs! i don't know what i'm talking about... life just sucks ok? get it? i'm goin to get the nano just to make myself happy, spend all my money. tht's how i reward myself. enough of shit today, i need sleep because i have to go to work and face the usual office politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i get the nano? sighs... i'm poor, desperate and deprived...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8152994107132183315?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8152994107132183315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8152994107132183315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8152994107132183315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8152994107132183315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/dengue-fever.html' title='dengue fever...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-575570198644902314</id><published>2007-10-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:21:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle of malls...</title><content type='html'>yea so Pavilion and Gardens was launched/opened/officiated within the time span of 6 days. It didn't kill us, neither did it swipe our feet away... nothing very impressive, in fact i am still angry at Pavilion, even though that's a different story altogether, but i still hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this post drafted for the longest time ever, having no inspiration or whatever so called feelings to write on i just left it. I'll be going over to JB this weekend for an event we are having at our JB store. First time i'll be driving all the way on my own. Nobody's free to company me. Nobody wants to company me to go to work, well... its work anyway. So yea, thinking of dropping by Singapore to buy the little new savvy ipod nano. Everyone's dampening my liking for the cute little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in this very very confused state at this point in time, have you ever ever felt that you are really really in love and that particular person is really important to you but yet you don't want to feel so? You don't think it is right to put this person of such high importance. Its scary, i don't know why i have this feeling, but... i just hate it that i am so helpless... sighs why do women have this insecurity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to malls... i like Gardens, it is like a setting of a garden, real trees, chairs and such in a garden. Pavilion? very concrete, very still... too big, not friendly... well a lot of mix and match comments. But they are all very expensive to shop in, not  just parking fees, the stuffs in it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-575570198644902314?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/575570198644902314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=575570198644902314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/575570198644902314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/575570198644902314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/10/battle-of-malls.html' title='The battle of malls...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8820877772929153868</id><published>2007-09-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:08:46.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>auspicious day for Pavilion, not me...</title><content type='html'>all hail Pavilion... not because the management made our operations staff walk around barefooted for the past few days, but because they are finally opening its doors today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited? yea.. probably the person that bang me with his MyVi this morning is too... that's y i have my car's whole butt harassed and damaged... as i told AR, he can buy empat ekor number since its the first time i am in an accident and somebody bang me.. actually its not so scary when people bang me... even though i don't know why i suddenly decide to look into the rear mirror and check out what's at the back when he happen to bang me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i wasn't so trembled like last time... i didn't feel like crying... i didn't ask God why am i so careless... i was being a nice being-banged-person, i didn't blame him either... just asked what are we to do next? He wants to report and thn we can claim insurance... so we went around PJ looking for the right police station to make traffic reports. There i was at the PJ Section 8 police station, all dressed up and made up for the Pavilion opening tonight... *sweat* as in really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs... i'm so glad 2007 is coming to and end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8820877772929153868?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8820877772929153868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8820877772929153868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8820877772929153868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8820877772929153868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/auspicious-day-for-pavilion-not-me.html' title='auspicious day for Pavilion, not me...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8083803440420879456</id><published>2007-09-16T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:17:18.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>Ever since i got the new job, i told myself never to bring work home... it'll stress me out so bad i'll have no time to chill... true enough i'm enjoying my weekends a lot better now, besides the fact that i have to spend extra time at grandma's place now, i still have plenty time to chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping and lazing around almost the whole of yesterday... and then its just the start of today and the kids are all out!! hhahaha though i miss them a lot sometimes, its good to just be with my parents and do whatever they want to do with them. Its just a nice weather outside, can't wait to go wander around town looking for food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8083803440420879456?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8083803440420879456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8083803440420879456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8083803440420879456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8083803440420879456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/lazy-sunday.html' title='lazy Sunday...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-8199816707252685558</id><published>2007-09-12T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:23:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Diva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW3WxL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg4wFlHcf2E/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW3WxL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg4wFlHcf2E/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109147811279792754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW3mxL6oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y1y0OrxIhEc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW3mxL6oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y1y0OrxIhEc/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109147815574760066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW32xL6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aAbEzp6TkwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW32xL6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/aAbEzp6TkwQ/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109147819869727378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW4GxL6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6ElKEJp-xfg/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW4GxL6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6ElKEJp-xfg/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109147824164694690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Open at Midvalley, Center Court (beside Starbucks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8199816707252685558?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8199816707252685558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8199816707252685558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8199816707252685558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8199816707252685558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-diva.html' title='Be a Diva...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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/_LU_FYVfZef8/RudW3WxL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tg4wFlHcf2E/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4726716230307707796.post-8499406545646371948</id><published>2007-09-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:33:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation... and such</title><content type='html'>Can't believe its a year since i wore the square hat already. Make me feel so old when i'm the only one among the whole bunch not in the Harry Potter like robe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usually lazy to go out on weekends me went for Jac and a whole bunch's graduation. I did nothing basically, didn't bring camera, just brought myself and some flowers for the girls. It felt really weird though... i kinda enjoyed myself. Seeing the people i see so regularly about some what a year ago in the i'm-grown-up look (yea right, they'll be like i hate working life a year later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proud parents and all... its grad day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be emo and all... but he sort of proposed the other day, like ask me if i'm ready for 'the day'... he's just like testing the waters i think. He didn't give me the ring, but later saw it in drawer (he obviously didn't intend to hide it when he just leave it at our shared drawer) I know tons of you are going to be like more excited than i am... but i'm not, i don't like the feeling that i still have doubts within myself and most importantly i feel he's asking because he's under pressure? I hate this insecurity but well, i hear women get them unnecessarily :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you all start calling me and etc... even if he ask like tonight, tomorrow or whenever soon, the ceremony won't be until a year or two later? that's when i'll feel its comfortable i think, also more time for ya all to save money for presents! haha then again, they all say its a different story altogether when he really do ask&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-8499406545646371948?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8499406545646371948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=8499406545646371948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8499406545646371948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/8499406545646371948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/graduation-and-such.html' title='graduation... and such'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1055523036748599841</id><published>2007-09-07T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:43:29.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F A C E B O O K !</title><content type='html'>facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is damn fun! go try www.facebook.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1055523036748599841?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1055523036748599841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1055523036748599841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1055523036748599841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1055523036748599841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/f-c-e-b-o-o-k.html' title='F A C E B O O K !'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-2661922311993430334</id><published>2007-09-05T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:58:49.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything seems to remind me of her...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is happening but everything seem to remind me of HER, i tried not to think... i tried reading something else... i tried putting my mind off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs... i hate this insecurity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-2661922311993430334?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/2661922311993430334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=2661922311993430334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2661922311993430334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/2661922311993430334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-seems-to-remind-me-of-her.html' title='everything seems to remind me of her...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-1385210116986094346</id><published>2007-08-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:04:08.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy merdeka!</title><content type='html'>just whn i was contemplating what to type for the title, the fireworks blasted... i'm too lazy to go watch outside, besides everyone else at home is cosing up in the bed already... so early? family that's how its suppose to be like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not out? I won't be out on a Merdeka eve, never cause its my brother's birthday :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, i just feel like writing something here... i feel very strongly for grandma today, just don't feel like letting her go when i hugged her just now... wanna give her my warmth if i can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thinking, what if i'm married? will i still be spending so much time with mum? i'll miss her very much hor? i'm being so sentimental today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i seriously need a good bath :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bittersweet country, happy Merdeka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-1385210116986094346?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1385210116986094346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=1385210116986094346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1385210116986094346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/1385210116986094346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-merdeka.html' title='happy merdeka!'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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-4726716230307707796.post-4236016547871714381</id><published>2007-08-27T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:18:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm becoming a weight management spokesperson...</title><content type='html'>I'm kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am under a weight management system now, which means i have to eat meal replacements, fruits, vegetables and nothing else for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I need to lose weight lar... pants getting tight plus the bf is constantly driving me to slimming centers... i don't believe they work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiple try-outs dieting work the best for me, i can discipline myself and also tahan for a few days of not eating real food lar. Plus i remember just doing exercise then it never works, cause i always end up eating more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now i'm thinking, why is the boy keep forcing me to lose weight? Not like he's damn skinny right? *hmmmpph!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm into this thing already, so may as well just do it...  don't tell me anything about food until 5 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's friend wants to join me in it, she says she's been wanting to do it, but need someone to join her to be encouraging each other. So i feel super si-lai man, she call me to check on my situation on and off, so its really kinda like both of us encouraging each other (though more me encouraging her). Lets hope it works, if not just treat it as a detox program...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so vain and unintelligent now, but then sighs... we all need this once in awhile don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4726716230307707796-4236016547871714381?l=urbanbubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4236016547871714381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4726716230307707796&amp;postID=4236016547871714381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4236016547871714381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4726716230307707796/posts/default/4236016547871714381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanbubble.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-becoming-weight-management.html' title='i&apos;m becoming a weight management spokesperson...'/><author><name>Urban Bubble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11866731390710789798</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>
