<?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-36230148</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:10:42.997+08:00</updated><category term='bangs'/><category term='new hairstyle'/><title type='text'>You Have No Idea.</title><subtitle type='html'>For everybody who has nothing better to do, this is the place for you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5584272957768925035</id><published>2010-11-18T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:42:33.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling...</title><content type='html'>that there is gonna be a loooooonggggggggg day ahead of me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, an exciting one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to guess what it is already? (some of you might already know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more details. *hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. I shan't be late. Goodnight world. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5584272957768925035?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5584272957768925035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5584272957768925035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5584272957768925035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5584272957768925035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling...'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1454871786243022628</id><published>2010-11-13T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:35:29.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm surprised at myself for even attempting to log in to Blogger and clicking the New Post tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of interest in this blog is somehow worrying me. Okay, probably worrying is not the right word to use since I am not really bothered to update it as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a series of unfortunate events this week, was overcome with thoughts of confusion/stress, but things might just turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should always look at the glass half full, and not half empty. I should really just try not to think too much, but look at things from a simpler view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should...but can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1454871786243022628?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1454871786243022628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1454871786243022628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1454871786243022628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1454871786243022628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1231257017041982144</id><published>2010-10-05T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:38:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time experience.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched a movie in a Gold Class cinema before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me neither...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, right until a couple of weeks back when my uncle had extra tickets to watch "Wall Street:Money Never Sleeps" at One Utama. Thanks Uncle Jeremy! =) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522346279140971890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TKNQrqbl1XI/AAAAAAAACbo/PeQjbYB5_lg/s400/P25-09-10_22.33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were super jakun la. See, the seats are huge and so so comfortable!! Can incline/recline, food &amp;amp; beverages were on the house because the whole cinema was booked that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then obviously we needed to make good use out of it right. So the list of food we ordered were popcorn, 1901 hotdogs, KitKat, meatballs, nuggets, ice blended mocha &amp;amp; cappucino (extremely yums!!). Heh. Okay, before you judge, that was our dinner okay. So, the food intake is pretty acceptable ya? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felt so pampered =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on, my sister and I have brought out our businesswoman skills by setting up a blogshop. So, do drop by, browse freely, and order whatever you want/would want to see in the future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are called...the...*jengjengjeng*...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urban Stylistas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah, couldn't come up with a better name so here's the link:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanstylistas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.urbanstylistas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread the word! Thanks y'all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1231257017041982144?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1231257017041982144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1231257017041982144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1231257017041982144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1231257017041982144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-time-experience.html' title='First time experience.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TKNQrqbl1XI/AAAAAAAACbo/PeQjbYB5_lg/s72-c/P25-09-10_22.33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5662346743533202102</id><published>2010-09-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:02:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity (well, kinda) Crush.</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I posted a bimbo post. Today, brace yourself for the comeback of the bimbo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right, like just the other day, I caught Step Up 3 with my friends and the dance moves were da shiznit! HAHAH. But that's beside the point!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what else is the shiznit. Or in this case..WHO else is the shiznit. Okay, I should totally stop using the word shiznit cos I bet it's annoying y'all like crazy now, ain't that right? LOL. Okay, okay, stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't already know, there's this Asian dude who always plays kinda like the keh leh feh parts. But, who cares? He managed to capture my attention. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is... Harry Shum Jr!! Yup, he's that dude in Glee! I shall now show you pictures of him in case you still don't know who I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751508296230098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TI9wRI4Y5NI/AAAAAAAACbg/O3a-a_onsKI/s400/HarryShumJr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751504178856066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TI9wQ5iuwII/AAAAAAAACbY/O49W1JnMuYs/s400/Harry_0632B_flat-lo-res.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751489421941522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TI9wQCkaGxI/AAAAAAAACbI/KAa2drG_UpE/s400/95675988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751495904497282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TI9wQat-DoI/AAAAAAAACbQ/YQKZ4ztWh9Y/s400/995574576_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*melts*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honestly, it is not very often I go gaga over Asian guys. He is an exception. WoOoOoo *melts again*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, I should stop acting like a high school kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;End.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5662346743533202102?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5662346743533202102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5662346743533202102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5662346743533202102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5662346743533202102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrity-well-kinda-crush.html' title='Celebrity (well, kinda) Crush.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TI9wRI4Y5NI/AAAAAAAACbg/O3a-a_onsKI/s72-c/HarryShumJr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3743467907925238840</id><published>2010-08-21T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:19:47.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet.</title><content type='html'>One more week until I leave PwC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be lying if I say this 3 months did not mean anything to me. Let me take you through the journey of this experience I'll never forget. Cheh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So every morning I will wake up in the morning feeling like &lt;s&gt;P.Diddy&lt;/s&gt; the most difficult feeling in the world is dragging myself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508188891040723106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEEnN48MKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/qCwrbhMmz3E/s400/P1020989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will wait for the train which always gets delayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508188900590735586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEEnxd10OI/AAAAAAAACZY/XslcUXinNAQ/s400/P1020990.JPG" /&gt;Cross the busy street.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508188914271712674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEEokbo9aI/AAAAAAAACZg/Edbyc-32x50/s400/P1020991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have my daily dose of morning exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508190942828276082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEGepZNqXI/AAAAAAAACZo/KGylYyoyCgE/s400/P1030006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag myself up to the 13th floor. There are no buttons in the lift (only the 'open' and 'close' button) so everything must be done at the lobby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508196121417992418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THELMFJNyOI/AAAAAAAACaI/TLVNydGhTj8/s400/P1020997.JPG" /&gt;The reading area. When I get tired looking at the laptop screen for too long, I just need to look out to this view and relax myself for a bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet my intern friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508190950574683698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEGfGQGdjI/AAAAAAAACZw/ixBgmEs7Cpk/s400/P1030003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kim who has already left. She was only here for 2 months. She's the bubbliest person I've ever met! Also, one of the sweetest person I know! On my birthday, she bought me cornish pie for breakfast (because she claims I always don't take proper breakfast which is not true by the way) and a piece of cake from Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508190964082687874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEGf4kqP4I/AAAAAAAACZ4/jnuIm8sps5M/s400/P1030007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Ewen, whom like I said before, my first impression of him was not very nice. But now we can tease each other like crazy and not get offended. Haha. This was taken on a Friday night after work. We always get excited on Fridays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508207344709874802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEVZXKhNHI/AAAAAAAACaQ/jp0spz7D7ak/s400/DSC_2327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl on the left is Cai Ying. She works under the Marketing &amp;amp; Communications department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508207355761381618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEVaAVZ0PI/AAAAAAAACaY/xWk4H4gxPd0/s400/DSC_2311.jpg" /&gt;This was taken during the The Edge's Rat Race event in front of the Bursa Malaysia building. It was a really interesting event because you get to witness corporate people running the race in their corporate attire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508207368298392818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEVavCdbPI/AAAAAAAACag/cW2yQ-nwHD4/s400/tennis+day.jpg" /&gt;Another event which we attended to lend our support was the tennis game in the Inter Accounting Firm Games where PricewaterhouseCoopers emerged as the overall champion! Woots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So am I happy to be leaving? I guess I can just describe it as a bitter sweet feeling la :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to end the post, here are a few pictures taken during my birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508212099862443298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEZuJfPNSI/AAAAAAAACao/MOUP49zJkoA/s400/P1030043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508212121196452130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEZvY9qWSI/AAAAAAAACa4/4FY5IMso_CM/s400/P1030099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508212114371744242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEZu_ihkfI/AAAAAAAACaw/NF12G1tgFho/s400/P1030083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3743467907925238840?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3743467907925238840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3743467907925238840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3743467907925238840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3743467907925238840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/08/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/THEEnN48MKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/qCwrbhMmz3E/s72-c/P1020989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1572790705547459517</id><published>2010-08-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:26:33.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of aging.</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I'm already entering the third month of my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple of funny (weird?) encounters I faced which I feel I should share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One young lady from the HR department once came over to us interns, said hello and introduced herself and vice-versa. Shortly after that, she admitted that she thought I and the other intern (who's one year older than I am) were permanent employees in the firm. We ended up laughing but I actually forced a laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...this is not a good sign. I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind", I thought to myself. She's just crapping. Ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, my friends and I went downstairs to buy &lt;em&gt;karipap &lt;/em&gt;from the very famous uncle who comes to the office twice weekly. In the midst of waiting, we made friends with a couple of guys from another department and started to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, one of them said, "Oh, you're an intern? Really? I thought you're a permanent staff"'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE. That's the amount of times people have mistaken me for a permanent staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried comforting myself by talking to my intern friend (who by the way, also got mistaken like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Eh, they don't mean it that way right?? Maybe it's the way I dress. Professional, right? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hopeful*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, face it. You're old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Oh wait! It's either...you're old...or..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Eyes lit up again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"...oh there's nothing else. You're old"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The &lt;em&gt;karipap&lt;/em&gt; Uncle decided to ffk us all and did not show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1572790705547459517?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1572790705547459517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1572790705547459517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1572790705547459517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1572790705547459517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/08/sign-of-aging.html' title='Sign of aging.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2840013627521172708</id><published>2010-07-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:06:27.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies because I'm already about to finish the second month of my internship. This blog has been neglected because when your daily life revolves around the same routine, there really isn't much to blog about you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is banned in the office so when things get boring, my only source of entertainment is the other two interns. One of whom I thought was really weird when I first met him. Hahaha. He knows about this though, because I already told him lol. Shows how much we've bonded during this period until I can tell that to his face. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My managers are also pretty cool people. They brought us to many places around KL to makan-makan which is awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there might be days when things can get real stressful but I guess this is all part of the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a lot and finally know what it feels like to work in a 9-5 job. I've also mastered a number of skills including the very important skill of pushing &amp;amp; squeezing through the sardine-packed crowd into the train. HAHA. There is no such thing as being polite if you wanna get on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm turning 22 soon. NOOOOOO! Am I old or what!? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up soon, hopefully! Have a good week people. Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2840013627521172708?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2840013627521172708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2840013627521172708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2840013627521172708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2840013627521172708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1909042031337681230</id><published>2010-07-05T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:14:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo?</title><content type='html'>While I was driving home today, a car wanted to 'potong jalan' and get ahead of me. Since it was jam anyway, I allowed him to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, a person who is grateful after you allow them to cut will wave/raise hand to show a high-five sign as a form of 'thank you'. Universal language la right, I'm sure everybody gets this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time though, I got an unusual feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I don't know why but I found it so funny. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1909042031337681230?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1909042031337681230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1909042031337681230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1909042031337681230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1909042031337681230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/07/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-9103826672456156444</id><published>2010-07-03T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:38:36.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet.</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken during the KL Hilton buffet. Lazy to type so this will be a picture-only entry :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489593307858821522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70B0RJYZI/AAAAAAAACYo/EL6kV3kL1vA/s400/P1020350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489593302719107746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70BhHvkqI/AAAAAAAACYg/yzE_Nkgxiw4/s400/P1020349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489593290238653810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70AyoK9XI/AAAAAAAACYY/06M5AgPE8gc/s400/P1020347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489593281719671794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70AS5Fm_I/AAAAAAAACYQ/G6p40UMVdc4/s400/P1020346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489593318926938370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70Cdf_cQI/AAAAAAAACYw/ayaA31v8ZJI/s400/P1020359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489595488973008802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC72AxjSr6I/AAAAAAAACZA/tfDB8Eu7PLo/s400/P1020393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489595476325026866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC72ACbxzDI/AAAAAAAACY4/6_7yZLh1Q58/s400/P1020376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489595500143462722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC72BbKiSUI/AAAAAAAACZI/gJWbhWuRGHU/s400/P1020401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-9103826672456156444?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/9103826672456156444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=9103826672456156444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9103826672456156444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9103826672456156444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/07/buffet.html' title='Buffet.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TC70B0RJYZI/AAAAAAAACYo/EL6kV3kL1vA/s72-c/P1020350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1042670669158417788</id><published>2010-06-27T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:40:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random update.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's gonna be almost a month since I started my internship? How time passes by so quickly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in my family went shopping last night at BTS. Yeah, headed back all the way to KL to shop although I go there everyday now. No complaints though, since it created four very contented souls that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Tonight's dinner will be at KL again. International buffet at Hilton with the loved ones. Again, I'm not complaining because when there's food and good company, nothing can go wrong :) Well, except for diarrhoea lah, haha but let's just hope nobody gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just for laugh's sake. This one's especially dedicated to all the guitarists out there. For the first time in my life, I changed my own strings!! *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it took me..TWO HOURS to change. HAHAHAHAH! Oh wait for it, that's not the worst part. I also broke one string which was still new which meant that I had to go back to the music store to get another individual string. Then I suddenly had this string phobia that it might snap again, so I brought it to church to ask my friend help me change. And he took like TWO MINUTES to change. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest part is, I accidentally poked myself with the string on my finger that it bled. LOL. What a klutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever I went through saved me 20 bucks, so I think it's pretty worth it la. To have someone change for you, they'll charge RM20 for service charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully changed 5 strings by myself k! Big achievement for a noob like me :) Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh. How I love the weekends. Here I am typing this on the comfort on my own bed, snuggling beneath the comforter. I can hardly have this kinda time ever since I started work. And to think that tomorrow is work day and the need to squeeze with people in the train totally puts me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just put that aside for now and look forward to dinner later. Hehe. I'm such a glutton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everybody and let's look forward to the next weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The new blog template is so pretty right! Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1042670669158417788?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1042670669158417788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1042670669158417788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1042670669158417788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1042670669158417788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-update.html' title='Random update.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3683200744307381679</id><published>2010-06-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:20:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangism</title><content type='html'>Got a funny joke to share before I head to bed. I was practically laughing the whole day today man. Since morning in church until supper with cheer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right, we were talking about which hot celebrities we fancy and our answers were..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I like Josh Duhamel!&lt;br /&gt;Fu Hun: OMG. Gerard Butler is so hot..&lt;br /&gt;Chee Wei: I think Ryan Reynolds is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian: Mmm. Scarlett Johansen!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Choo: (Haha sorry babe I forgot who you mentioned.)&lt;br /&gt;U-Sern: I like Jude Law!&lt;br /&gt;Jun Kang: Hah. What ah. You like JU-ON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA! His Kangism never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3683200744307381679?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3683200744307381679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3683200744307381679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3683200744307381679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3683200744307381679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/06/kangism.html' title='Kangism'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3119070905815197538</id><published>2010-06-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:57:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No life.</title><content type='html'>Now I know how working life feels like. Working life = no life. It is such a fixed routine. By the time I get home, I'll be so tired that I'm guaranteed to be in bed before midnight. Next morning, wake up early, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't get me started on public transportation. The train always gets delayed, which is really frustrating especially when you're rushing for time. And count your blessings if you ever manage to get a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was so psyched about working. Now? Not anymore. I fell sick yesterday. My mum went, 'Har? So fast need to take MC ah?' Thank God for the speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, and it's only the fourth day since I started work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't see myself working in the near future. Such a dread. Hopefully my perception will change for the better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3119070905815197538?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3119070905815197538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3119070905815197538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3119070905815197538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3119070905815197538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-life.html' title='No life.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5530589256786766186</id><published>2010-05-31T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:26:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charm Cheerleading Championships 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's over! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the planning and meetings we had to attend to organise this competition. It is over. Just in a blink of an eye. We added a new category this year, the South East Asia Full Routine Elite category which Team Malaysia and Team Thailand participated in. The other neighbouring countries did not participate due to unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great panel of judges who came from all over SEA as well as Jessica Colombo who came all the way from the States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly participated in three divisions: Cheer Dance Malaysia, Cheer Dance International (under Team Awesome) and South East Asia Full Routine (under Team Malaysia). Won gold, bronze, and gold respectively. Whee!!! I love my team mates! After all the vigorous trainings we had to endure, it is definitely worth it when we found out that we won. We were literally jumping up and down with joy!! I have to admit that it was not an easy fight as Team Thailand was really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177535789837778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlcbVHLdI/AAAAAAAACYA/1RR9ZCX9deY/s400/27720_1462485249426_1452310033_1174730_7446604_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177111891441330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlDwL29rI/AAAAAAAACX4/x1iKb1Wg76A/s400/30637_402942513800_566703800_4099843_1358444_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Champion faces! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177540652364418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlctcbcoI/AAAAAAAACYI/Q9AG_AD4-aY/s400/30637_402951553800_566703800_4100047_4394782_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I heart Team Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177089625638162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlCdPRxRI/AAAAAAAACXY/PUZN1cK3pq4/s400/29887_10150218575805201_540880200_13041915_8049707_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Stunting with Rainbows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177098574923874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlC-k9CGI/AAAAAAAACXg/4jHNJMSodhs/s400/30637_402951513800_566703800_4100041_5370562_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478177101207085922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlDIYgo2I/AAAAAAAACXo/KjXI9y09ySg/s400/30637_402951518800_566703800_4100042_1612105_n.jpg" /&gt; Us with the friendly judges!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, work. Starting work tomorrow and it feels like going to school on the first day. Waking up early in the morning and getting nervous at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edit: Work was not as bad as I thought. In fact, colleagues are all really nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5530589256786766186?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5530589256786766186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5530589256786766186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5530589256786766186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5530589256786766186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/charm-cheerleading-championships-2010.html' title='Charm Cheerleading Championships 2010.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/TAZlcbVHLdI/AAAAAAAACYA/1RR9ZCX9deY/s72-c/27720_1462485249426_1452310033_1174730_7446604_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6866886551413416614</id><published>2010-05-26T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:41:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mood just got ruined...</title><content type='html'>by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You read right. I just ruined my own mood. I am now feeling depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated at myself. My new cheer attire arrived yesterday, we wore it to practise so I decided to wash it later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mum called me up telling me the attire is stained. This is a perfect example when my mind instantly when 'SHITTTTTTT' when I heard her say those words. It's brand NEW, I have NEVER worn it for a performance before and yes, I'll be wearing a stained attire to compete this weekend. My heart is aching :( *angry angry angry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! Freakin' pissed at myself. Stupid attire. Why does the colour run so easily?! Then, the girls had to go back to the tailor to alter the skirt because of the tailor's fault on the measurement. They gave the most ridiculous reasons for their mistakes. They claimed the girls lost weight hence the wrong measurement. Stupid or what? All lost weight at the same time??! ARGH. Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me while I go bang my head on the wall. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6866886551413416614?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6866886551413416614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6866886551413416614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6866886551413416614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6866886551413416614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mood-just-got-ruined.html' title='My mood just got ruined...'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4791982206762916353</id><published>2010-05-18T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T03:08:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How my parents really are.</title><content type='html'>Hi readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have been following my blog and have read the previous post, you should know by now that I'm gonna start working soon next month. There is a little continuation from that post so if you haven't read it, I suggest you do. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the start of my internship, I will need to settle a few things as requested by the company so I decided to seek help from my parents! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following will be the conversation between my parents and I through e-mail. This is me informing them about the offer letter from the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, here's my offer letter from PwC I just received this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things you should take note of:&lt;br /&gt;1. I need ink in the printer to print out the documents.&lt;br /&gt;2. I need formal office attire for the next three months. Time for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to open a Maybank bank account.&lt;br /&gt;4. How do I confirm my acceptance? Just reply 'I accept' ar? Or must type some formal reply? Please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Your daughter is finally going to work! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, my mum forwarded that e-mail to my dad's office e-mail because I sent it to his personal e-mail instead. This was what she wrote to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yahooo, our daughter is finally going to work!!! Praise the Lord! Thought you might want to read this first from your office instead of going home to read later. She has listed down a couple of things for both of us to do b4 she starts work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. The way my mum replied so cute la! She was so excited that she helped me pass down the instructions from me to my Dad. Whee. Then, this is how my Dad replied me after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Florence,&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you are learning to step into the adult working world. Before this you need to brush up on your tidiness and this includes your room. I suggest you start cleaning up your room immediately. Then to instil more discipline in yourself start by sweeping and mopping the house. And to build up more energy for this "demanding" job (according to your sister) begin by getting to bed by 11 pm everyday.By the way , you can place your order for your choice of breakfast with your loving mum every nite before you sleep but make sure a percentage of your allowance goes back to her for service charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of your requirements , clothes - share with Fiona , printer ink - add water as I told you before , Maybank a/c - thats easy pay RM10 you will get one and for acceptance of letter , if you dont know how I pity your employer la !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you're wondering why my Dad asked me to 'add water' to the printer ink, that's because I texted him few days back before this to let him know about the printer running out of ink and asked him how should I deal with it. And his reply was 'add water'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my Dad trying to insult my intelligence! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this e-mail, my Dad also attempted to take advantage of me to be the 'kakak' in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. My father is super lame. But quite funny lah. I was grinning to myself when I read the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, that's my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I just realised I've been using my parents as my blog content for the past two posts. Heh. Oh noo, does that mean to say that I find them really entertaining?? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4791982206762916353?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4791982206762916353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4791982206762916353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4791982206762916353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4791982206762916353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-my-parents-really-are.html' title='How my parents really are.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6466653222182853939</id><published>2010-05-10T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:38:28.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short testimony.</title><content type='html'>I am so happy and relieved right now I don't even know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you know, I've been searching for a company to do my internship and I didn't wanna just simply 'hentam' any company with my resume because we're supposed to come up with a report after we have completed our internship so obviously it must be a good company la right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for advice from my sister and parents about where to apply and after a lot of persuasion and encouragement from my older sister, I decided to apply to where she's working now, Pricewaterhouse Coopers. Besides that, I've been applying to firms which I think is really tough to get. Most did not reply and a couple rejected. (sucks to be rejected!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as an employee of that firm, she got an e-mail saying that all internship positions have been filled up so when she told me that piece of news, I was really disappointed because I got a call from them once to follow-up on my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very morning I was at college for an internship briefing and the Head of our department sounded those who still haven't gotten any placement. To cut the long story short, I got an offer there! Hah, in your face. Woohoo. No more stressing about where to work. I was almost about to spam every existing company because I was so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big shout out to the Almighty One for He never fails :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6466653222182853939?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6466653222182853939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6466653222182853939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6466653222182853939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6466653222182853939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-testimony.html' title='A short testimony.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-309230865786763043</id><published>2010-04-28T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:45:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread or Kopi?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. Been stressing about my assignments. Few more days and I'll be done and over with the horrendous assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to relax my mind a little after the many hours of "assignmenting". Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my e-mail and I gotta say my mum has the lamest humour. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is more talkative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S9fz14rtDdI/AAAAAAAACWs/k6lE8QnrXLc/s1600/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465104779911695826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S9fz14rtDdI/AAAAAAAACWs/k6lE8QnrXLc/s400/image002.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kopi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S9fz1fV7nfI/AAAAAAAACWk/Q3AsIy6V3o0/s1600/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465104773109489138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S9fz1fV7nfI/AAAAAAAACWk/Q3AsIy6V3o0/s400/image001.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANSWER: Bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;BreadTalk&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-309230865786763043?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/309230865786763043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=309230865786763043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/309230865786763043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/309230865786763043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/04/bread-or-kopi.html' title='Bread or Kopi?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S9fz14rtDdI/AAAAAAAACWs/k6lE8QnrXLc/s72-c/image002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-436762123479883955</id><published>2010-04-10T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:37:12.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day.</title><content type='html'>Today, I saw my Dad using Facebook so I taught him how to use the chat function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, 'You can also appear offline if you want you know. Come, I teach you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my Dad said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nevermind, no need.. I don't lie wan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-436762123479883955?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/436762123479883955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=436762123479883955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/436762123479883955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/436762123479883955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6034976898214721486</id><published>2010-04-07T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:11:45.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot dot dot.</title><content type='html'>I want to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type something then I press the backspace button. Will you be interested in reading how my week went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna type it anyway. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attended my first Sunrise Service on Easter at some Taman Rimba in KL. Service was mad early at 7.30am! Drizzled for a bit, but it was so worth it because a very pretty rainbow appeared right after that! What a beautiful sight. Rainbow + Nature = Contented soul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been really busy with cheer practices. Practice, performance, practice. Cycle repeats. Last time I used to be pretty enthusiastic about hitting the gym to get fitter. Now it's like, 'No thank you. My body needs rest!' Practice is getting so intense and something tells me this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Submitted my internship application to a few companies but have yet to receive any reply. Where else should I apply to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I should really change my sleeping pattern. Panda eyes are not pretty! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah that's it! Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6034976898214721486?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6034976898214721486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6034976898214721486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6034976898214721486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6034976898214721486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/04/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot dot dot.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2742844918654219770</id><published>2010-03-24T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:51:00.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Pastor Mark.</title><content type='html'>Today, a great man of God has gone home to be with the Lord. He is our beloved Pastor Mark who pastors the Grace USJ church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got to find out about the news from my sister when I reached home 2 hours ago. Ironically, I had the sudden thought about my pastor when I was at AC with my friends. And that was about the same time he passed away when I thought of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I only started to attend the church 2 years ago, it doesn't take a long time to notice what a nice man he was. He is one of the most gentle and soft-spoken person I've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely miss our wonderful pastor. Many questions are running through my mind now, but if you're reading this, please pray for his family to be comforted by the Holy Spirit during this difficult period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Pastor Mark, and till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2742844918654219770?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2742844918654219770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2742844918654219770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2742844918654219770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2742844918654219770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-loving-memory-of-pastor-mark.html' title='In loving memory of Pastor Mark.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7865835421287739946</id><published>2010-03-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:18:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's been awhile huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it so difficult to blog nowadays lah, so please excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you don't already know, getting a parking spot in SEGi College SJ is like winning the jackpot. Alright, slight exaggeration there but you know what I mean. There are only three floors of parking lot to accomodate everybody in the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was running pretty late, I circled and circled the whole three floors for about three rounds but to no avail. So I had to do what everybody did. Double-park. I absolutely discourage double parking but I really had no choice so I chose the closest car to the pillar and blocked it. I then left my number on the windscreen and hurried to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I entered the class no more than 5 minutes, my handphone rang. Yes, it was the driver whom I blocked sounding very pissed and impatient on the other side of the line saying, 'Can you move your car?' in a rude tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed out of the classroom and went all the way down again (my class was at the 8th floor!) to find an angry person waiting for me. When I looked at that person properly, I was so embarrassed...he was my ex-lecturer. Obviously I had to say sorry lah. And as if I haven't attended enough of his lectures, he literally lectured me again on being a responsible driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends about this incident and they laughed. :( But in my defense, one of my friend mentioned that he shouldn't have parked there either because lecturers have their own floor of parking lots. Also, everybody in college is double-parking because that's just how congested it is! And it's not like I left the car without leaving my number. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray, pray, pray! (I totally forgot the power of prayer)&lt;br /&gt;2. Recognise his car and never park behind him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since we're at the topic of driving, here's a funny video to make your day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7o7JGj8bz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7o7JGj8bz4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7865835421287739946?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7865835421287739946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7865835421287739946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7865835421287739946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7865835421287739946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What a day.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7275683772732654492</id><published>2010-03-04T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:26:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hainan Island Pt 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day Three! &lt;/strong&gt;(7th Feb, Sunday) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna go ahead and blog with pictures + captions with as little description as possible because if you wanna look up further about that certain place which you might like to visit someday, there's always Google. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only one word for this place which we went to on that day - BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called Boao Forum for Asia and it's where all the ASEAN leaders meet up for important conferences and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444085831311568706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41HODYQL0I/AAAAAAAACP0/MVDhGq8BTz8/s400/P1000372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444085845135782530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41HO24M8oI/AAAAAAAACP8/yugZM2ZO9LE/s400/P1000409.JPG" /&gt;Next, we went to the Jade Belt Beach. This beach is unique because 'it runs from north to south with connecting the land at the end and naturally forms a long and narrow sand peninsula to separate the Wanquan River from the South China Sea like a jade belt'. So yes, that means it has fresh water on one side and sea water on the other! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444087433018754786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41IrSNARuI/AAAAAAAACQE/y6KwgJx4Oeo/s400/P1000426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095739083730338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41QOwtNraI/AAAAAAAACRE/pfR6amJtGdA/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were many fruit vendors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444087445724432978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41IsBiRilI/AAAAAAAACQM/VZgRwMV9Xag/s400/P1000435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned that the island is famous for coconuts? So everywhere you go, there were different types of coconut products. The picture above is coconut rice which unfortunately is not to my taste bud's liking. Ordered this as one of the dishes for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to this place with loads of trees and plants. Sorry I forgot what it's called. Not worth remembering also as it was quite boring too. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444093407144990898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41OHBjsWLI/AAAAAAAACQ8/V0yrFxMD5a0/s400/DSC_0644.JPG" /&gt; Coconuts as the base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444088945128614498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41KDTQFqmI/AAAAAAAACQU/X9qYeDsijsk/s400/P1000484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weird looking plant called the cat's tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095754447354626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41QPp8L-wI/AAAAAAAACRM/ZfIPtmHFx5U/s400/DSC_0650.JPG" /&gt;Hahah! My extremely bored face. They were giving out free tea samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was to listen to the wonders of Chinese medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444098752548007250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41S-KvFbVI/AAAAAAAACRU/ZAgWWIfkFpQ/s400/DSC_0691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor dude had to scald himself with this burning chain to prove that the Bao Fu Ling medicine works immediately for burns and every other diseases. They make it seem like this Bao Fu Ling is a miraculous medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444098766001990674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41S-82w7BI/AAAAAAAACRc/6Quin6rpReE/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to watch him torture himself while we got foot massages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444090506926572194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41LeNZvQqI/AAAAAAAACQk/Fdlu7VojfsQ/s400/P1000494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody seemed so relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour on third day ended early so we headed back to walk around the hotel's area buying souvenirs and chilled at the hotel's cafe sipping coffee and fruit juices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Four!&lt;/strong&gt; (8th Feb, Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lined up for the cable car ride to Monkey Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444090514121468802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41LeoNIq4I/AAAAAAAACQs/W7tUVobaEiM/s400/P1000508.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444303473234569186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44NKeuSZ-I/AAAAAAAACR0/vUMAG9fW7y8/s400/P2073973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. Annoying hair flying across my sister's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444303486634590866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44NLQpGgpI/AAAAAAAACR8/AhzI0d66PF8/s400/P2073978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444100762711457026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41UzLLZfQI/AAAAAAAACRk/oAp_fB9FYWU/s400/DSC_0735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View below as we were up on the cable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444093399958670370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41OGmyVzCI/AAAAAAAACQ0/teQYK9Y69Gw/s400/P1000513.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444100781420739442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41U0Q4Ce3I/AAAAAAAACRs/vUOM5PWyo2U/s400/DSC_0747.JPG" /&gt;Who's the sexiest &lt;s&gt;monkey&lt;/s&gt;? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scroll down for answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444305462100473858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44O-P03uAI/AAAAAAAACSE/GQ6vX0moE1U/s400/DSC_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TA-DAH!! Say hello to the sexy mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys there are so privileged. They get to roam around freely in the beautiful vast area and they even have their own swimming pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444305479220407794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44O_PmlLfI/AAAAAAAACSM/legSjpVsWk8/s400/DSC_0753.JPG" /&gt; See!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444307101137104194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44Qdptp7UI/AAAAAAAACSU/GaZlmqdihaY/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444307109433678802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44QeIntm9I/AAAAAAAACSc/nfdNLcA4C-E/s400/DSC_0757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you need to be a celebrity monkey to be able to chill here. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all monkeys are that privileged though because they have a monkey prison for naughty monkeys!! Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444362489069623522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45C1p102OI/AAAAAAAACS8/VWso_MVtLUQ/s400/P1000538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444308581004047714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44RzypbdWI/AAAAAAAACSk/38cPMPg7IXU/s400/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to admit I forced a smile in this picture because I was actually really mad at that time. Oh wait... no I didn't. This was before the show started so I was still feeling fine. It was only during the show when all these Chinese ticked me off so bad. We were seated at the front row and they conveniently walked up to the front, blocking us just to get a clearer view of the show. Like literally just place their butts in front of your face. How inconsiderate, uncivilised and rude! &gt;:( Even after being told off, they'll just ignore you. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444308589282948866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44R0RfRdwI/AAAAAAAACSs/Qnr2onjM9is/s400/DSC_0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444308605592929010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S44R1OP4AvI/AAAAAAAACS0/p5Rk2cxjMu8/s400/DSC_0830.JPG" /&gt;I didn't manage to watch 90% of the show :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was completely ruined at that moment. How to calm a raging person then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444362497965798898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45C2K-1tfI/AAAAAAAACTE/IoRCyn0w9lc/s400/P1000547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us waiting for the boat to arrive to transport us to the floating restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444362509339497778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45C21WilTI/AAAAAAAACTM/PhZOLQvDguY/s400/P1000554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the yummy lunch, we travelled to the next city, Sanya. Oh by the way, I know how to write Sanya in Chinese!! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited Bing Lang Gu. It's a village where the Li and Miao minority are still living in and has turned into a tourist spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444367041627084530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45G-pcG1vI/AAAAAAAACTU/ZJ-we8RnJVg/s400/DSC_0903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444367072196759618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45HAbUfEEI/AAAAAAAACTk/8Y7a524PdDg/s400/DSC_0939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men were pulled by the Li (or was it Miao?) women into a hut for a wedding ceremony.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444367058682541378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45G_o-cdUI/AAAAAAAACTc/IDcmcYy9zA8/s400/DSC_0913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444369411312223202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45JIlNEg-I/AAAAAAAACTs/6M27IIseywo/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These women are really good in weaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444369430901503922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45JJuLhN7I/AAAAAAAACT0/fUlgh0bC_Hc/s400/DSC_0954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444369445201062818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45JKjczK6I/AAAAAAAACT8/ObdWGkXe3mw/s400/DSC_0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the handmade products in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444369453915476498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45JLD6ekhI/AAAAAAAACUE/SXdUisq9sy4/s400/DSC_0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buffalos play an important role in this village. The villagers pay respect to the buffalos for protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, out of the village and somewhere else for a spectacular view of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444373144310613730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45Mh3tPhuI/AAAAAAAACUM/i2TPIg7GbVY/s400/DSC_0992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444373162295484578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45Mi6tK4KI/AAAAAAAACUU/fv8hzhT11MI/s400/DSC_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pigeons waiting to be fed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444395428743971714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45gy_sLg4I/AAAAAAAACU8/xKMcxjZYg58/s400/P1000667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww. It's written LOVE in Chinese on the rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444373174494134402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45MjoJjgII/AAAAAAAACUc/gxD1YqyeuFQ/s400/P1000664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444432988956390498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46C9SYp9GI/AAAAAAAACV0/9YgIUaTDOjM/s400/IMG_4531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Managed to catch the sunset. Hahaha geddit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444373189241430850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45MkfFlY0I/AAAAAAAACUk/aVxfDt2VXZY/s400/DSC_1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444373202405653762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45MlQILfQI/AAAAAAAACUs/oLkhqlN1S-Y/s400/DSC_1021.JPG" /&gt;At the Sanya beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Five!&lt;/strong&gt; (9th Feb, Tues)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, this is called Nanshan Cultural Tourism Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444395411777038066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45gyAe8pvI/AAAAAAAACU0/e2bnYA9FW2c/s400/P1000712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444395446020210306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45g0ADJ_oI/AAAAAAAACVM/Upvn-mr6K40/s400/DSC_1051.JPG" /&gt;Statue of Guan Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444395441497893314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45gzvM86cI/AAAAAAAACVE/XySjCm6OsMo/s400/P1000729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444398092019849922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45jOBKoWsI/AAAAAAAACVU/YzrbvybyFco/s400/P1000739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch, we had Chinese Ramen noodles in a Halal restaurant. Everybody working there is a Muslim, and they were kinda cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Yalong Bay Tropical Paradise Forest Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444398102088138450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45jOmrGPtI/AAAAAAAACVc/NyyYi6zLlKs/s400/P1000749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our electronic tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444398113856144418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45jPSgzxCI/AAAAAAAACVk/wyU33DVdOaQ/s400/P1000760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444398125071866338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S45jP8S2GeI/AAAAAAAACVs/OU1-HjSLr88/s400/P1000776.JPG" /&gt; After crossing a suspension bridge. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439906482519666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46JP8LZ_nI/AAAAAAAACWE/TneiupyBGdE/s400/IMG_4675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439925807312322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46JREKy7cI/AAAAAAAACWM/KizG-z3uy50/s400/IMG_4677.jpg" /&gt;Climbed up the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439898735923506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46JPfUeUTI/AAAAAAAACV8/Ebfdf02wh3s/s400/IMG_4674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439945970615026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46JSPSGgvI/AAAAAAAACWU/8LeNxPM_OXA/s400/IMG_4709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439956801770498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S46JS3oc1AI/AAAAAAAACWc/4QszyQngJ4g/s400/IMG_4724.jpg" /&gt;Last night dinner at a fast food restaurant with our driver on the left and the tour guide on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you've enjoyed viewing the pictures because it took me very long to upload! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7275683772732654492?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7275683772732654492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7275683772732654492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7275683772732654492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7275683772732654492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hainan-island-pt-2.html' title='Hainan Island Pt 2.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S41HODYQL0I/AAAAAAAACP0/MVDhGq8BTz8/s72-c/P1000372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8107161620944884576</id><published>2010-02-24T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:28:56.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hainan Island Pt 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey guys! I figured that I should blog about this trip ASAP before the lazy bug kicks in and I'll probably forget to blog. So while I'm still in the mood..here goes.. Oh, FYI, the trip lasted 6D/5N so there's truckloads of pictures!! Which makes it all the more difficult to choose and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One! &lt;/strong&gt;(5th Feb, Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night before the trip, I was contemplating if I should get a shut eye or not because Dad warned us that we should be out of the house at 2:45AM. And I was still up at about 1:00AM, so I quickly shut the laptop and forced myself to sleep for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole family was going for the trip, we didn't have transport to the airport, so the plan was to drive down to my cousin's house in PJ, then he would drive us down to KL Sentral and thereafter we would take the shuttle bus to LCCT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439252872648475362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wbq1W8QuI/AAAAAAAACKM/uYLKbxKvkyA/s400/P1000077.JPG" /&gt;It was too early!! This is my messy, morning look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439254922561296402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wdiJ4PmBI/AAAAAAAACKU/crv9MEbNlrs/s400/P2043687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Hainan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439254932730706386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wdivw0edI/AAAAAAAACKc/H72UbX0uITc/s400/P2043691.JPG" /&gt;We travelled in this vehicle which could fit 18 people comfortably. It was too small to be a bus, too big to be a van. It's like a mini bus/big van. Not sure what you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What better way to welcome ourselves to Hainan Island than to taste it for ourselves? Haha. So the first stop was at this place which is famous for the LongQuan WenChang Chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439636886368570994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3147X8cTnI/AAAAAAAACME/qT1pqsp1ZyE/s400/P1000102.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440370129590438290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4ATzvziSZI/AAAAAAAACMs/_pQjRqunjeY/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263158587027378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wlBjdy77I/AAAAAAAACKk/x2oO034st5E/s400/P1000115.JPG" /&gt;After a hearty meal, we went to the Shishan Volcanic Cluster National Geopark to learn more about the island and how it was formed. There used to be a volcano back then and that was how Hainan Island is formed after it erupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439636893297921074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3147xwhzDI/AAAAAAAACMM/yKA0xY91-Lk/s400/P1000166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263169164424498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wlCK3pNTI/AAAAAAAACKs/UMWU-jXvrjo/s400/P1000119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263175904736482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wlCj-qNOI/AAAAAAAACK0/Kojtpn6_tsM/s400/P1000135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439266730646317458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3woRebGKZI/AAAAAAAACK8/6ZRRU8jObIg/s400/P1000141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking down to the crater. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439266746461277522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3woSZVrTVI/AAAAAAAACLE/plbm1yg6jrQ/s400/P1000142.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Temperature was so much cooler down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439270299033632850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wrhLs7gFI/AAAAAAAACLM/cEvC9YVwzag/s400/P1000183.JPG" /&gt;Oink! Many, many pigs behind! Imagine how many bak kut tehs are there on that truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended the night by going for a show titled Impression Hainan which was really one of a kind. The visual effects were amazing. Duh, since this show is directed by the famous dude who is responsible for the equally amazing effects in the Beijing Olympics.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443633883411253282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4usLOQCCCI/AAAAAAAACPs/HC8-Sf3j5jM/s400/P2050012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793660140999202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UigIWtUiI/AAAAAAAACO8/pkl7i7pWje8/s400/IMG_4045.jpg" /&gt;Yes, among the things you get to see are guys and girls in swimwear. And yes, there were that many performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793672569743874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4Uig2p86gI/AAAAAAAACPE/bBP79iSKH1I/s400/IMG_4046.jpg" /&gt;Closer view. Guys, don't drool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440199299282175234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S394cHULBQI/AAAAAAAACMk/DghUcB-zQPM/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" /&gt;This picture cracked my whole family up upon closer inspection. I think you need to have really sharp eyes to realise what we were laughing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two!&lt;/strong&gt; (6th Feb, Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Wenchang Confucius Temple. &lt;a href="http://www.lonelychina.com/hainan/wenchang-confucius-temple.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; to read more about this place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439270305255303490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wrhi4SqUI/AAAAAAAACLU/0SjVqU94qws/s400/P1000198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441091138458129106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4Kjj_JSktI/AAAAAAAACNE/knsqZUCJsHo/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The well which was 6m deep. My uncles, mom and cousin were surprisingly 'adventurous' to drink the water fetched straight from the well. Nothing adventurous about that huh? Let me tell you there was a living fish inside! The purpose of the fish is to show you how clean the water is, and if the fish is dead, that means it's polluted. Dead fish or not, I think the water is already polluted. Go figure! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440374653819580098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4AX7F30bsI/AAAAAAAACM8/CmirkxCGwNs/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Statue of the famous Chinese &lt;s&gt;confused man&lt;/s&gt; philosopher, Confucius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an awesome place to camwhore. Heh, so you'll have to excuse me for the following pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439559614702819138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S30ypkjsF0I/AAAAAAAACLk/77nl94RhbHo/s400/P1000216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439559639884977762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S30yrCXlVmI/AAAAAAAACLs/U4Qv_A429So/s400/P1000222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw a lovely couple taking their wedding photographs there. Proves my point that the place is photogenic right. Can a place be categorised as photogenic? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439559657334086130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S30ysDXxmfI/AAAAAAAACL8/HEvkrqIlnS8/s400/P1000208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, it was time for lunch..Guess what we had this time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093332807268562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4Kljtu5ONI/AAAAAAAACNU/w96m3IQeHCw/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken again! Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was then time to visit the villages. We made two stops, one in my aunty's grandparent's house, and the other in my grandaunt's house. My family tree makes me confused, seriously! I think I need to start a 'Family Tree File' for future referencing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439559649256331618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S30yrlR42WI/AAAAAAAACL0/GQqLyoL9Tw8/s400/P1000226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439636902128108114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3148SpzwlI/AAAAAAAACMU/XdVbn-SYSAM/s400/P1000252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441093320966151858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4KljBnwHrI/AAAAAAAACNM/WuT1JFn-ynQ/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group picture at first village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already pretty 'wowed' with the first village, but my uncle told us to anticipate a better impression of the second village. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793646513230610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UifVlmExI/AAAAAAAACO0/Rcby4lKqBM8/s400/IMG_4143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture of my great grandparents inside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102909613982978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4KuRKHixQI/AAAAAAAACNc/UOdnVSBLkFk/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were welcomed with coconuts. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441777655778644130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UT8jdYEKI/AAAAAAAACN0/MWy__gMEwDE/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102922360541378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4KuR5mj0MI/AAAAAAAACNk/7PpnqNWrU6o/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday paus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102935292542002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4KuSpxyfDI/AAAAAAAACNs/qdQeDsyPSMA/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is such a heartwarming picture. The son, my uncle (father's cousin), organised this birthday bash for his mother because it was her 91st birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the birthday song-cake cutting, serving tea-get angpau session, we were brought around the village to have a look at other people's houses and we stopped at a spot to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441783688827643682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UZbuUWJyI/AAAAAAAACOE/jJlPLTg6LT4/s400/DSC_0321.JPG" /&gt; My great, great, great grandfather's tomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441805928155987522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UtqORaPkI/AAAAAAAACPU/iFZnOjz-okE/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" /&gt;Look at the trail we had to go through. No wonder I got those insect bites :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441799125397359314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UneQBXStI/AAAAAAAACPM/qnaFGA52XWM/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firecrackers are easily accessible in China. The neighbours brought firecrackers as birthday gifts! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793636692982098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UiexAQ-VI/AAAAAAAACOs/wvn1JRZt8Do/s400/IMG_4216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How the food was cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793630209484098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UieY2epUI/AAAAAAAACOk/Rs5m8quOEHE/s400/DSC_0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tables were laid outside the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441783706726126018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UZcw_rUcI/AAAAAAAACOU/-QBHcFu9qhk/s400/DSC_0449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had about 14 dishes per table. It was so filling, we couldn't finish everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441783715713987442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UZdSejM3I/AAAAAAAACOc/rIdiPJ7ZXyA/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" /&gt;Cute kid!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441777673323409314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UT9k0X76I/AAAAAAAACN8/HChYCuWfT-s/s400/DSC_0284.JPG" /&gt;Group picture at second village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phew, this entry took me so long to complete and I'm only at Day Two. Okay, time to catch Glee hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441811293869195826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S4UyijHIQjI/AAAAAAAACPc/WnAnxArAjis/s400/P1000347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodnight world :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8107161620944884576?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8107161620944884576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8107161620944884576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8107161620944884576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8107161620944884576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/02/hainan-island-pt-1.html' title='Hainan Island Pt 1.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S3wbq1W8QuI/AAAAAAAACKM/uYLKbxKvkyA/s72-c/P1000077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5539091621133508799</id><published>2010-02-10T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:42:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>...from Hainan Island, China. Many have asked why am I going to China again..China is just freakin' huge la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an absolutely splendid trip with my family and relatives! Hehe :) And to top it off, it was better than what I expected!! So no complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe just one. I've got skin allergy/ insect bites all over my legs. I think I got them from the kampung area, and I was the only one who got it because I wore shorts. It's so hideous! Countless of red spots all over my legs until you can actually play connect the dots and draw a map of China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write an elaborate entry soon hopefully. My stomach is growling and I still see no signs of food!! Where's my dinner?? Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5539091621133508799?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5539091621133508799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5539091621133508799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5539091621133508799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5539091621133508799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5268464070160185730</id><published>2010-02-03T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:39:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcam madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because this blog could make do with some pictures of me. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Exit if you don't wanna continue viewing pictures. Pictures below have no purpose at all, hence the silly faces. All pictures were taken via the laptop's webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on with pulling the silly faces but I think three would be enough for now. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcCiE1BiI/AAAAAAAACKE/uwzoMQ8hj_Y/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433694148999054882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcCiE1BiI/AAAAAAAACKE/uwzoMQ8hj_Y/s400/Picture0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcCYR0KyI/AAAAAAAACJ8/85vmCuoyPMU/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433694146369170210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcCYR0KyI/AAAAAAAACJ8/85vmCuoyPMU/s400/Picture0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcB53e_iI/AAAAAAAACJ0/sMWmD5z6A00/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433694138205666850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcB53e_iI/AAAAAAAACJ0/sMWmD5z6A00/s400/Picture0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, this one not considered as a silly face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want a new haircut but nothing too big of a difference. Any recommendations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS. I'm going back to my ancestral homeland in a few days and I'm excited! Guess where??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5268464070160185730?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5268464070160185730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5268464070160185730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5268464070160185730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5268464070160185730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/02/webcam-madness.html' title='Webcam madness.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S2hcCiE1BiI/AAAAAAAACKE/uwzoMQ8hj_Y/s72-c/Picture0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2655010471708898147</id><published>2010-01-26T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:41:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute not to share!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grv5R2uwglU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grv5R2uwglU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vBXWHDPDGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vBXWHDPDGk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody say AWWWW already?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2655010471708898147?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2655010471708898147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2655010471708898147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2655010471708898147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2655010471708898147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-cute-not-to-share.html' title='Too cute not to share!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4870807300075275757</id><published>2010-01-24T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:14:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got scared in my own house.</title><content type='html'>I was using the computer upstairs in the living room when I realised that someone/something was looking at me...No, I'm not seeing things.. I'm serious..Guess who or what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429980802481356274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1sqxUUXffI/AAAAAAAACJs/KSdUqmhSoTs/s400/Black-Cat-756749.jpg" /&gt;The fellar was slowly walking up the stairs so silently!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned my head and got the biggest shock but only managed to let out the littlest shriek. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I'm shocked, I cannot really scream out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate cats!! Stupid bugger. Can stare at me for one second somemore before my senses kicked in to shoo it away. Invade my territory already still wanna stare at me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cats are eerie creatures!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4870807300075275757?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4870807300075275757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4870807300075275757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4870807300075275757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4870807300075275757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/got-scared-in-my-own-house.html' title='Got scared in my own house.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1sqxUUXffI/AAAAAAAACJs/KSdUqmhSoTs/s72-c/Black-Cat-756749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5162480175061220930</id><published>2010-01-20T01:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:31:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I succeeded...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;in pulling a prank on the older sister today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to KL with a friend so we parked at Carrefour to use the KTM after that. Coincidently, I managed to spot my sister's car parked nicely there. I got pretty excited and thought of a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly asked my friend if he had a pen and paper. He said yes, so I took the marker pen and scribbled, 'HELLO, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE TRAIN. -X-' Because duh, I know how she gets to work everyday. I thought the plan was gonna fail anyway, since I did not try to forge somebody else's handwriting or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau, when I came back home a few minutes ago..I saw that she was still awake, so I calmly asked her, 'Is there anything you would like to ask or tell me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied blurly, 'Huh?? Tell what? No..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't get what I was trying to ask her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried again for the second time, 'Really, there's nothing you wanna tell me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered, 'Tell what??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was frustrated already, so I continued, 'When you went to your car today, you didn't see anything meh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Ohhhh..*with a smile*' (At this point I thought she already knew it was me..but NO..) when she continued, 'Mummy told you is it?' (WAH, still so blur!! She doesn't know it's me yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to burst out laughing. 'It was me laaa!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to cover up, 'Stupid, no wonder the handwriting so ugly lah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAH LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof to my success in pranking her. I know it's small (I don't know how to do the click to enlarge thing), but what she said was Fiona Lim isfreakedoutbythestalkerwholeftanoteonhercarthatsays'Iknowwhatyoudidinthetrain':/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428524574744544530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1X-VtQghRI/AAAAAAAACJk/GWUJ3nMBeWQ/s400/haha.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry Jie! :) Good stress reliever right? HEHE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5162480175061220930?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5162480175061220930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5162480175061220930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5162480175061220930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5162480175061220930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-succeeded.html' title='I succeeded...'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1X-VtQghRI/AAAAAAAACJk/GWUJ3nMBeWQ/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2775317680223614672</id><published>2010-01-18T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:19:57.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like it LONGER. *wiggle eyebrows*</title><content type='html'>Haha, waiiiitttt! Before you get any other wrong ideas, hear me out first..the title is not like what it seems okay you pervs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This entry is not an advertorial, it's more like me attempting to win a new handphone. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pick me, pick me!! Heheh)&lt;/span&gt; The LG new Chocolate (BL40) phone is LG's latest innovation which has a 4-inch widescreen. 4-inch okay?! Don't play-play. Now that's LONG for a handphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so what's good about long right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, these are the few reasons among the million reasons why I think longer is better. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Note: These reasons might seem slightly bimbo, but I believe you will agree with me once you've finished reading. Admit it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1.&lt;/strong&gt; No offense to the short people out there, but we all gotta admit the fact that legs that go on for miles are soooo sexy. That's why we girls are absolutely crazy over high heels, no? Why bother buying heels if not to create the illusion of looking taller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427996938563235250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QedPT4LbI/AAAAAAAACIs/PlhKO4QCQpc/s400/jimmy%2520choo%2520oopshi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427996948062546482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QedyssKjI/AAAAAAAACI8/zUatWlpjlb4/s400/jimmy%2520choo%25202%2520oopshi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427996945882524706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1Qedqk7rCI/AAAAAAAACI0/-MCeZahtZwQ/s400/Jimmy%2520Choo%2520Silver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out these killer heels! *dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure, high heels are painful most of the times but trust me, girls are willing to go through any pain (by any pain I don't mean knee jobs!) just to flaunt those supermodel legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, long legs versus short legs? Who wins?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exactly my point. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is why the new LG Chocolate is also known as the 'supermodel' phone because of its sleek, slim, and LONG design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2.&lt;/strong&gt; Alright, moving on to the next point. Personally, I feel that long hair allows one to be more versatile with different hairstyles in comparison to short hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With long hair, one can transform their hair from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427976969342318146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QMS4KmdkI/AAAAAAAACHc/TNsCKeB9Ddc/s400/long%2520hairstyles21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleek and straight...to &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427976981160468354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QMTkMRH4I/AAAAAAAACHs/zsqZbecYayk/s400/1ea17_Programme-21.jpg" /&gt;...Layered... to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427976975776283618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QMTQIk--I/AAAAAAAACHk/CrVqSAOu_Fg/s400/long-hairstyles4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...Soft, wavy curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can play with different hairstyles eg. tie it into a ponytail, bun up your hair, braid it, etc. according to your mood whereas short hair definitely holds a limit to what you can do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427978765315827394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QN7asDZsI/AAAAAAAACH0/TmI2Q_abNvc/s400/Short+Hairstyles+Ideas+for+Summer+bob.jpg" /&gt;See, even she's emo that she cannot do much with her hair. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3. &lt;/strong&gt;Nails. Girly-girls love manicures because it makes them look so pretty and feel feminine! Long, manicured nails are also a fashion statement. So according to the Ris-tionary, you are a fashionista! Unfortunately, pretty nail arts can only be done on long nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427981360035241714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QQScxXnvI/AAAAAAAACH8/X_2SRU8S5W4/s400/kawaii-nails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427981379169476802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QQTkDU4MI/AAAAAAAACIU/qrtuwqDQw7E/s400/nails-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427981367375019234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QQS4HTvOI/AAAAAAAACIE/XYZFoQ9PUnU/s400/nail_art1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fashionista nails! =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obviously there are other options for people who have short nails like me because I play the guitar so I have to keep them short constantly :( Such options include wearing fake nails but nothing beats the original nail art. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427988198717087234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QWgg2LXgI/AAAAAAAACIc/HGhTAA28FNM/s400/kawaii-nail-art.jpg" /&gt;Fake nail art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S Phua Chu Kang will definitely agree with me on the advantages of having long nails. Especially on the last finger. Hahah, I know..eeeeeww, but you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4.&lt;/strong&gt; Eyelashes. The key to attracting someone you like is by 'electrocuting' him using your eyes. You may speak a thousand words through your eyes, so why not make the full use out of it by enhancing every bit of it right? Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No offense to the Chinese community (I'm Chinese myself okay), but we all know our eyes can be real 'sepet' up to a point where even Miley Cyrus poked fun of Chinese eyes :( So, short eyelashes + small eyes are a big NO-NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is when you know that mascaras and falsies are here to save you from your misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427994085737424754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1Qb3LtM53I/AAAAAAAACIk/JoXn8cNLfb4/s400/celebrity%2520eyelashes.jpg" /&gt; Lo and behold! The wonders of mascaras and false eyelashes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428002506595400898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QjhV2MfMI/AAAAAAAACJE/VXH75YThxoM/s400/fake-eyelashes.jpg" /&gt;Don't you think her eyes are so defined, expressive, and dreamy?? It's as if speaking to me, 'Why, hello there, how you doin?' in a seductive tone. Compare it to a person with short eyelashes, which seems like it's screaming, 'HELLO AH! I'M TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, CAN'T YOU TELL!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WARNING: People who have short eyelashes who try to bat their eyelids to 'electrocute' their crush is going to find that it will be a challenging task because it is going to be too difficult for the crush to notice. Also, it might cause your crush to think that you are having some sort of blepharospasm-that's excessive blinking if you don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! This is definitely...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428005217127328482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1Ql_HXXauI/AAAAAAAACJU/yCKsJCwiNmQ/s400/lg.jpg" /&gt; In short, LONGER means sexier!!! C'mon, agree with me already! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2775317680223614672?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2775317680223614672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2775317680223614672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2775317680223614672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2775317680223614672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-like-it-longer-wiggle-eyebrows.html' title='Why I like it LONGER. *wiggle eyebrows*'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S1QedPT4LbI/AAAAAAAACIs/PlhKO4QCQpc/s72-c/jimmy%2520choo%2520oopshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1010617229443339971</id><published>2010-01-16T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:06:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With shock and fear comes comfort.</title><content type='html'>Had a rough patch early in the morning today. However, I still wanna thank God for providing me with these group of friends to get through it with me, comfort me, and lift my spirits up when I needed it most. I love you guys! (You know who you are) *Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are always some people who just enjoy adding more salt on the wound just to..I don't know. Seriously I don't know why this person likes doing that. I will continue to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my cousin brother is leaving to New Zealand in another few hours time. I'm gonna miss you. I know you will read this so stop being a silent reader lol! (He everytime teases me on MSN about my latest updates) I'm sad that I won't be able to spend CNY with you this year. :( No more poker sessions. Hahah! But I know you're there for a better future, so just remember to not neglect your favourite cousins here. HAHA. Take care! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a day I'd like for it to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1010617229443339971?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1010617229443339971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1010617229443339971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1010617229443339971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1010617229443339971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-shock-and-fear-comes-comfort.html' title='With shock and fear comes comfort.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-741802397509821993</id><published>2010-01-12T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:59:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a very pretty image.</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up with swollen eyes. Like the bee-sting kinda swollen eyes okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with a friend, asked how how how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said friend suggested to google how to cure. And so I typed 'Instant Remedy for Swollen Eyes'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicked the first link which appeared at the top of the search results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you must be wondering why am I blogging about this right. Just to inform you guys on how to cure puffy eyes if you were to wake up one morning and suddenly getting a shock like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few methods you can choose from:&lt;br /&gt;1) Use cucumber slices. But since I don't have any cucumbers at home (Duh, we don't cook. No maid. End of story) so let's proceed to number two.&lt;br /&gt;2) Use a teaspoonful of salt and mix it in hot water. Use cotton pads soaked in the saline solution on puffy areas. (Tried this, but didn't seem to work. I guess I lacked patience.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Use cotton pads soaked in iced water to apply on puffy areas. (Because this was so cooling, I let it rest on my eyes for a longer period.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think method 3 worked best for me. The swell wasn't completely gone, but I think it reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my next Google search will be - How to instantly cure cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cough has been attacking me since three days ago!! Doesn't help when I cannot control my diet i.e iced milo, ice cream, tomyam noodles. But I've been taking cough mixtures (which I hate!) and Strepsils and honey &amp;amp; lemon yet it doesn't help. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-741802397509821993?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/741802397509821993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=741802397509821993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/741802397509821993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/741802397509821993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-very-pretty-image.html' title='Not a very pretty image.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7229377461760132573</id><published>2010-01-09T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:55:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh. What has Malaysia turn into?</title><content type='html'>If you are residing in Malaysia, you will probably know what the recent issue (note: sensitive issue) has got everybody talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you're living under a shell, you may click &lt;a href="http://news.malaysia.msn.com/photogallery.aspx?cp-documentid=3780306"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I wanna highlight in the article above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pribumi Perkasa, one of the groups organising the demonstrations to be held after Friday prayers, condemned the attacks but warned that Muslim Malays, who dominate the population, were deeply concerned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We will continue to voice our feelings in protests today because you cannot stop the outflow of feelings on this issue,' the group's president, Ibrahim Ali, told AFP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I think it may have been because of restricting Muslims from voicing their anger and fears that the church attacks took place. You must understand that if Muslims are unhappy, I'm sure there will be no peace in this country."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my understanding after reading the above, here's what I have to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Yes, we cannot stop the outflow of feelings. But does that give them the permission to resort to violence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Oh, so if other people are angry and 'fearful', does that allow them to attack other's place of worship? Many cases where the people have been angry before led to PEACEFUL demonstrations (without any attacks, mind you) and yet they were asked to disperse with tear gas bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. If Muslims are unhappy, there will be no peace. Correct me if I'm wrong, but IS THIS A THREAT TO ALL OF US?! Are we suppose to be fearful now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, the attacks have already instilled a certain fear amongst some of us. My friend was so paranoid about going out for yumcha last night in fear of getting 'bombed'. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7229377461760132573?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7229377461760132573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7229377461760132573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7229377461760132573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7229377461760132573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh-what-has-malaysia-turn-into.html' title='Sigh. What has Malaysia turn into?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1814953283814896661</id><published>2010-01-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:45:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shingz!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from cheer practice. Speaking of which, I had a pretty funny conversation with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Friend A saw me today, A said 'Wah, why your face so shingz today?' (Better thank God it's not shingz everyday. Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, 'Oh is it? Is it because of my swollen eyes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A said, 'Yes yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, 'Oh, I have been watching Grey's Anatomy the whole day. There were some touching scenes so I cried.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A said, 'Are you serious? Hahahah!' and proceeds to tell Friend B about me crying over a TV series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suddenly defensive me then asked B, 'Eh, don't you cry during any touching scenes you watch as well? Got right???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend B replied, 'Got la, but only those super touching ones..Not all..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued back, 'But people dying is touching and sad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B said, 'In Grey's Anatomy, people die in almost every episode.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both A &amp;amp; B continues to mock and laugh at me* =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I suddenly became so easily emotional nowadays too when I watch touching scenes. I used to be so strong okay!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you cry while watching Grey's Anatomy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I have someone on the same boat as me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1814953283814896661?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1814953283814896661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1814953283814896661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1814953283814896661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1814953283814896661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/shingz.html' title='Shingz!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-801976301890307949</id><published>2010-01-04T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:34:09.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding at Temerloh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, before I start off this entry, do you know why I like attending weddings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you get to see the bride during their prettiest and happiest moment. Secondly, you get to see the groom being 'tortured' by the bride's 'ji muis/close friends'. Thirdly, you get to eat non-stop. HAHA. So what if I like to eat, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and if you don't already know, Temerloh is a small town in Pahang. Most of our times were spent at the Temerloh Rest House which is managed/ (owned?) by my granduncle (whose daughter is getting married, which means she's my aunty). Big family trees frequently confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422563444281317378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQuPxoGAI/AAAAAAAACEs/M5li0CicM2k/s400/21571_404348035240_668775240_10277684_5135072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh, another 'Did You Know' fact. Heh. Did you know that Temerloh is famous for its 'ikan patin'? That's catfish for those who dunno what ikan patin is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422563449470326514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQujGyFvI/AAAAAAAACE0/wKl38sBBN2A/s400/21571_404348085240_668775240_10277687_2447500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422563456898408306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQu-xxn3I/AAAAAAAACE8/kU_YvbwweC8/s400/21571_404353125240_668775240_10277814_1473372_n.jpg" /&gt; Us at the rest house on the first night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next morning, we reached the bride's house only to discover that the groom has arrived. Yup, we were pretty late =( And that also meant we missed out the 'torture' session which the groom and his mates had to go through. Although I'd probably have no idea 8/10 what they were saying since everything was in Mandarin. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422563461347876242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQvPWnHZI/AAAAAAAACFE/2v4PpMSoiRI/s400/21571_404360895240_668775240_10277859_6563540_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride's pet, Tung Teng, which appeared in many of their wedding photographs and was the centre of attention the entire day. So cute! It's a chow chow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422563463120674914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQvV9R4GI/AAAAAAAACFM/zDU5gVlvphg/s400/21571_404380885240_668775240_10278026_3336701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to like weddings - the ang paos! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, we had to drive to Mentakab which was approximately 12km from Temerloh to attend the dinner at a school hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, when I first heard it was gonna be held at a school hall, I was like 0_0. Seriously?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422893932959675170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0H9TOCusyI/AAAAAAAACG8/QfIF04L0MBk/s400/PC193139.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiona &amp;amp; I getting ready in our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568356682164162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DVML5QZ8I/AAAAAAAACFU/fm6oe2n4RZI/s400/21571_406014615240_668775240_10295028_5710975_n.jpg" /&gt;Outside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792903080949314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0GhagamNkI/AAAAAAAACF8/KTZ20xXswU4/s400/21571_406033425240_668775240_10295320_2624398_n.jpg" /&gt;As you can see, the school hall didn't look like a school hall at all. It was totally transformed into such a lovely space, with pretty lightings and interior designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568361224094802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DVMc0IxFI/AAAAAAAACFc/XKSDjNucMs0/s400/21571_406021215240_668775240_10295124_7874573_n.jpg" /&gt;Love this picture of us! That's my cousin Su May =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568363928891442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DVMm5AsDI/AAAAAAAACFk/gkojjscX-3E/s400/21571_406027960240_668775240_10295264_678906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568367311645570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DVMzfha4I/AAAAAAAACFs/SHTAaFu-ZYA/s400/21571_406028020240_668775240_10295266_288389_n.jpg" /&gt;Mum and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568374448867954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DVNOFKynI/AAAAAAAACF0/pgyrL9Jo0I0/s400/21571_406033435240_668775240_10295321_7141802_n.jpg" /&gt; Ying Ying and her husband =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792907998138578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0Ghayu8kNI/AAAAAAAACGE/Rkyl9pyCbiw/s400/21571_406033460240_668775240_10295322_5268737_n.jpg" /&gt;Just to emphasise on how big the stage was. Huge! I think there were about 70 tables that night. Only downside was that the guests had to line up for food, buffet style. :( Not the usual wedding dinners where people serve you because of the huge crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792918189833842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0GhbYs1fnI/AAAAAAAACGM/QenQHXi3oHE/s400/21571_406033485240_668775240_10295323_4466893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422893910387722338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0H9R59KCGI/AAAAAAAACGk/eYxoSso28MA/s400/21571_406039390240_668775240_10295415_6404172_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792926826746818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0Ghb44CU8I/AAAAAAAACGU/xZkAZuhjBs4/s400/21571_406039400240_668775240_10295416_404736_n.jpg" /&gt;Sorry, just had to camwhore with the roses because they were everywhere and they smelt so good! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you're wondering why was there a water bottle in front of me, it was because Darren was sitting beside me. He's my... *thinks* ... grandaunt's grandson, so that makes him my second cousin? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899348757324402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0ICOddgonI/AAAAAAAACHM/G22CYVvzCsk/s400/17075_216905697694_569162694_3335577_1958575_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darren, super tak layan camera. I felt better when I found out that he reacts the same when his parents call him. Hahah. You have to call him like thrice to get his attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792931710439538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0GhcLEZkHI/AAAAAAAACGc/gQlDputH2v4/s400/21571_406046280240_668775240_10295644_8009627_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one more. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422893914090094226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0H9SHv3vpI/AAAAAAAACGs/zAZHlsMtTZs/s400/21571_406046320240_668775240_10295646_5271866_n.jpg" /&gt;After the dinner with Ying Ying. So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422893917352905298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0H9ST5ySlI/AAAAAAAACG0/v5Psj0EoJ6g/s400/21571_406057150240_668775240_10295760_5986165_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't resist self-timer shots. This turned out the most decent, the rest we were either stoning/laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422893935317432770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0H9TW03OcI/AAAAAAAACHE/wQtXltpg79s/s400/21571_406058370240_668775240_10295781_2527780_n.jpg" /&gt;Last group picture at the Rest House. And this picture isn't even complete. There are still many more missing family members. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. Down with sore throat and fever. BR ice-cream is patiently sitting at the freezer tempting me. Ooh, *grabs &amp;amp; gobbles*. I shall drink more water to compensate for my actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-801976301890307949?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/801976301890307949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=801976301890307949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/801976301890307949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/801976301890307949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-at-temerloh.html' title='Wedding at Temerloh'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/S0DQuPxoGAI/AAAAAAAACEs/M5li0CicM2k/s72-c/21571_404348035240_668775240_10277684_5135072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4625970481410696425</id><published>2010-01-01T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:58:44.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginning.</title><content type='html'>My dad hates it when I use the word anyways. He just read my previous post. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is dedicated to you Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAYS ANYWAYS ANYWAYS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessed New Year peeps! May this year be filled with much love, joy &amp;amp; peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. Crap. I'm turning 22. Seriously?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edit: I just read my previous post. Since when did I use the word 'anyways'?! Nonsense la. Oh well&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4625970481410696425?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4625970481410696425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4625970481410696425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4625970481410696425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4625970481410696425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year, New Beginning.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7866812982909137168</id><published>2009-12-30T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:15:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christmas this year was different. I didn't get to spend it with my cousins and relatives like how we always do because this year, there was a harvest party at one of the church member's house.&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult trying to fix a time where all the cousins get to hang out together because everybody has their own plans, some will be flying overseas soon, dates clashing and what not. I miss the old times :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway, we had our Christmas service on Christmas Eve at the Sime Darby Convention Centre this year and it was pretty awesome I must say. Many performances were presented to keep us entertained, and I was especially amused by the Africans who belted out many catchy tunes. They were totally amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420915835972060306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szr2O0hnhJI/AAAAAAAACEk/DG7-NWSKPh8/s400/19358_256544648377_719088377_4499598_3061132_n.jpg" /&gt;Mamak session after the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below are taken on Christmas day in no particular order because Blogger is being stupid and it's so difficult to arrange the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many cute kids that night! Plus they love the camera more than I do, so why not take the advantage and pose with them? Hehe.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420914970064686290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szr1caxNjNI/AAAAAAAACEc/4BKEKljQuqo/s400/PC253339.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See what I mean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3wRmuETI/AAAAAAAACEM/xNvtfMY83sE/s1600-h/19573_1160860836278_1670521542_373694_6546676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420565666504511794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3wRmuETI/AAAAAAAACEM/xNvtfMY83sE/s400/19573_1160860836278_1670521542_373694_6546676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoulder sits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3wDLeRrI/AAAAAAAACEE/ambSvlHAqP0/s1600-h/19573_1160860756276_1670521542_373692_1289147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420565662632134322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3wDLeRrI/AAAAAAAACEE/ambSvlHAqP0/s400/19573_1160860756276_1670521542_373692_1289147_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini elevator :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3vzlhFDI/AAAAAAAACD8/8h-OLFOI9io/s1600-h/19573_1160860556271_1670521542_373687_3748952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420565658446402610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3vzlhFDI/AAAAAAAACD8/8h-OLFOI9io/s400/19573_1160860556271_1670521542_373687_3748952_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wahahahah. I'm a giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3vYNj5FI/AAAAAAAACD0/kdJUrQDKyho/s1600-h/19573_1160858716225_1670521542_373646_5399830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420565651098166354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szm3vYNj5FI/AAAAAAAACD0/kdJUrQDKyho/s400/19573_1160858716225_1670521542_373646_5399830_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sher Yen took this picture of me while Uncle Kevin was sharing the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420361980652879250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szj-gMrY_ZI/AAAAAAAACDs/YQ7Q1f1yqsc/s400/PC253360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings - Sher Li and Sher Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szj-f3P2JjI/AAAAAAAACDk/xy0TiLc0Amk/s1600-h/PC253352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420361974900205106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szj-f3P2JjI/AAAAAAAACDk/xy0TiLc0Amk/s400/PC253352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szj-fTg8T9I/AAAAAAAACDc/3xa2bXYxzcc/s1600-h/PC253350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420361965308235730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szj-fTg8T9I/AAAAAAAACDc/3xa2bXYxzcc/s400/PC253350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzT1LnYbMFI/AAAAAAAACC8/NiuWnkojYbE/s1600-h/PC253325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419225831532343378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzT1LnYbMFI/AAAAAAAACC8/NiuWnkojYbE/s400/PC253325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzT1LL2jk3I/AAAAAAAACC0/vg5nFKPu21w/s1600-h/PC253322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419225824142529394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzT1LL2jk3I/AAAAAAAACC0/vg5nFKPu21w/s400/PC253322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden, who is of mixed parentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtTZFX2QI/AAAAAAAACCs/w-QuQRimmrM/s1600-h/PC253347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419217169040267522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtTZFX2QI/AAAAAAAACCs/w-QuQRimmrM/s400/PC253347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtSzxSKFI/AAAAAAAACCk/ott0gNQBfyM/s1600-h/PC253344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419217159023896658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtSzxSKFI/AAAAAAAACCk/ott0gNQBfyM/s400/PC253344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtSd8RHTI/AAAAAAAACCc/hwVPD_cLyVk/s1600-h/PC253338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419217153164385586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtSd8RHTI/AAAAAAAACCc/hwVPD_cLyVk/s400/PC253338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419217143917713122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtR7fsFuI/AAAAAAAACCU/vMZuPSejkfs/s400/PC253317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No prize for guessing who is he trying to impersonate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtRRqXp8I/AAAAAAAACCM/UPMeMAEnXH8/s1600-h/PC253315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419217132688222146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SzTtRRqXp8I/AAAAAAAACCM/UPMeMAEnXH8/s400/PC253315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next update will be about the Temerloh wedding and Tambun trip. Two more days till we usher into the New Year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Sorority Life on FB has the funniest quotes. I was picking my fortune cookie and it read, 'Laugh: the world laughs with you, Cry: your mascara runs'. Funny or what!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7866812982909137168?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7866812982909137168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7866812982909137168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7866812982909137168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7866812982909137168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Szr2O0hnhJI/AAAAAAAACEk/DG7-NWSKPh8/s72-c/19358_256544648377_719088377_4499598_3061132_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7710873341753383760</id><published>2009-12-23T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:51:00.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppinnnnnn.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates and the weird title. I've been facing the laptop for almost the whole day now, I need to get my assignments done ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just popping by to wish you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 2010 be a better year for you and I =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7710873341753383760?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7710873341753383760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7710873341753383760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7710873341753383760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7710873341753383760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/12/poppinnnnnn.html' title='Poppinnnnnn.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8407860882806981120</id><published>2009-12-14T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:07:13.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who cares.</title><content type='html'>Hey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just a short one. Firstly, I wanna thank those who have voted for me. Unfortunately, there won't be any more of me in the contest. Haha, yup. Eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few have asked me, WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple la, not enough votes. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a good experience so I'm not complaining. Besides, I got pretty tired asking friends to vote. Trust me, I think asking for votes was even more difficult than posing in front of the camera! Hahah. So I don't think I can continue even if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of informing you all this piece of news. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and more thing, don't feel sorry for me. I'm totally fine! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, and check this out..Try linking my story above with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415014740015478242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SyX_N1AgdeI/AAAAAAAACCE/gHcS-omewIk/s400/cc6.jpg" /&gt;Can't agree any further! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8407860882806981120?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8407860882806981120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8407860882806981120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8407860882806981120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8407860882806981120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-those-who-cares.html' title='For those who cares.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SyX_N1AgdeI/AAAAAAAACCE/gHcS-omewIk/s72-c/cc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1429071079180836193</id><published>2009-12-02T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:42:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being random at 3AM.</title><content type='html'>As I was heading to class one day, a sign stuck on a cab captured my attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410346120383056178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SxVpIZlYSTI/AAAAAAAACB0/DAZb7r--RfY/s400/P05-11-09_11.57.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what did it say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410346125200091186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SxVpIrh2aDI/AAAAAAAACB8/nLjgaDTnKE4/s400/P05-11-09_11.57.jpgSS.jpg" /&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1429071079180836193?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1429071079180836193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1429071079180836193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1429071079180836193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1429071079180836193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-random-at-3am.html' title='Being random at 3AM.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SxVpIZlYSTI/AAAAAAAACB0/DAZb7r--RfY/s72-c/P05-11-09_11.57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7923958293244447608</id><published>2009-11-23T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:20:20.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't write me off just yet.</title><content type='html'>Or somewhere along that line which could be found in the movie 2012. It was very touching, but I didn't tear at all. *proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Internet for the past few days was extremely tough to handle! Especially during the period when I needed it most because of my piling assignments. Thank God it's back now. *Angels cry Hallelujahhhhh!!!* Hopefully the connection is stable and won't be a pain in the butt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my third photoshoot last Friday in some studio somewhere at Puchong. Make-up was by far the heaviest and most dramatic one I've had ever. (Continue voting pretty please.. I would really appreciate it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some ANTM Cycle 13 catching up to do as well. Last episode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tempted to watch that new TVB drama series (Beyond the Realm of Conscience) but that will have to wait until I'm done with my work because it seems really addictive judging by the rate the females in my family are watching it now. Note to self: Do not fall into temptation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcer on tongue is totally torturing! I want some cooling dessert to soothe the pain. *Gonna bug parents soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my sem break will arrive soon because I want to get rid of my assignments ASAP. (See! it's happening already, I remember complaining about having too long a break, now I want it so bad!) Won't be enjoying summer break next year, will have to do internship. *GASP!* WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhhhhbyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7923958293244447608?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7923958293244447608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7923958293244447608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7923958293244447608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7923958293244447608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates.html' title='Don&apos;t write me off just yet.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-77891859339778072</id><published>2009-11-14T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:08:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend's here.</title><content type='html'>Hi friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of showing you guys the magazine spread which I'm in if you haven't seen it yet. After all, it's only polite to show the end product of what you guys are voting for. Hehe. (If you did not vote, vote now cos you are already seeing the pictures. Hahaha lame threat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien was so helpful in helping me scan these pages for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403858343547133842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sv5ciFeoX5I/AAAAAAAACBk/U0WFyPS-Zis/s400/florence.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;October issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403858355141186818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sv5ciwq3lQI/AAAAAAAACBs/ztrLDsmb4MQ/s400/flo.jpg" /&gt;November issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the pictures in the November issue although both issues still never fail to make me laugh when I see myself in it because it's just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please continue to support me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, gotta scoot. Gonna spend some quality family time by playing badminton. Till then, take care everybody! Enjoy your weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-77891859339778072?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/77891859339778072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=77891859339778072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/77891859339778072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/77891859339778072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-here.html' title='Weekend&apos;s here.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sv5ciFeoX5I/AAAAAAAACBk/U0WFyPS-Zis/s72-c/florence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5034351441889724735</id><published>2009-11-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:40:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci beaucoup!</title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bring you good news. You've probably guessed what I wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am through to the next round! Hehe. Thank you so much for your votes!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when I read the e-mail, I was somehow expecting to see myself getting eliminated. Praise the Lord for keeping me in this contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting has already resumed and the second issue of magazine is already out (though I've not seen it yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take note that the votes are accumulated so I'm sorry I have to repeat this again, every SINGLE vote counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text MODV FLO to 36660. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402133140465245762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Svg7eDLL3kI/AAAAAAAACBc/xti7Z3jbN90/s400/images%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5034351441889724735?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5034351441889724735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5034351441889724735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5034351441889724735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5034351441889724735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/merci-beaucoup.html' title='Merci beaucoup!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Svg7eDLL3kI/AAAAAAAACBc/xti7Z3jbN90/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8923123705133070096</id><published>2009-11-05T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:06:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must watch!</title><content type='html'>This is too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet by now everybody has heard about the infamous video of Miss Singapore World 2009 Ris Low and her fantastic English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this if you've no clue about what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that wasn't funny enough to tickle your funny bones, watch Phua Chu Kang's take on mimicking Ris Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UrQfbXPhEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UrQfbXPhEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I teared! HAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8923123705133070096?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8923123705133070096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8923123705133070096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8923123705133070096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8923123705133070096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/must-watch.html' title='Must watch!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4542762407854843633</id><published>2009-11-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:38:35.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat?</title><content type='html'>I've got a serious question to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you have this favourite stall which you always frequent to either tapau or eat there. Then one day while you were driving by that place, you see that uncle of the stall lepaking while digging his teeth. (not too sure was it with bare hands or with toothpick.) Either way, you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still patronise that favourite stall of yours after that disturbing scenario? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but you really really like the food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4542762407854843633?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4542762407854843633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4542762407854843633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4542762407854843633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4542762407854843633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html' title='To eat or not to eat?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4255633713294036840</id><published>2009-11-04T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:26:59.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talian telah ditutup.</title><content type='html'>Voting line is now closed. Thanks to those who voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm hoping to complete my assignment soon. Speaking of which, I don't get why Dad is making a fuss about me going out on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't he heard about the saying, 'All work and no play makes Jack (or any Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Harry) a dull boy'? And this isn't even about playing! It's about keeping fit physically. Good form of stress reliever! So what's the negative side about that? As long as I'm able to cope academically, I don't see any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough la. Later he reads this then he'll say why I like to announce things to the whole world. Back to assignment. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4255633713294036840?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4255633713294036840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4255633713294036840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4255633713294036840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4255633713294036840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/11/talian-telah-ditutup.html' title='Talian telah ditutup.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8032674786638159645</id><published>2009-10-30T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:04:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, time to promote again.</title><content type='html'>Hello people who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is currently going through a panic phase now. I messaged the person in charge on FB regarding my vote ranking in Modelle because she has informed me earlier that I could check my status anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked her once before this and she told me I was somewhere in the middle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reply today didn't bring good news. At 11:35am, she said I'm somewhere in the middle still. At 11:36am, she apologized for the mistake saying I'm somewhere going into top 15. At 11:43am, she said I'm currently at number 40! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm extremely shocked at how much difference my position can fall in less than 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, continue spamming the votes people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just found out that the votes are accumulated after each round, meaning the votes will not be cleared off so every single vote counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your support is much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8032674786638159645?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8032674786638159645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8032674786638159645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8032674786638159645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8032674786638159645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-time-to-promote-again.html' title='Sorry, time to promote again.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4420317970173006725</id><published>2009-10-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:06:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why punctuation marks are so important.</title><content type='html'>Or in this matter, why is sentence structure important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I construct proper sentences everytime. In fact, I think I tend to make quite a number of mistakes occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received a text message from my Marketing Management lecturer this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tis is Dr Joanne. I had emergncy surgery operatn last wk. In hospital. Pls cal me Florence asap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Dr Joanne...since you asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLORENCE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe! Okay I know I'm lame. Whatever. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4420317970173006725?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4420317970173006725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4420317970173006725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4420317970173006725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4420317970173006725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-punctuation-marks-are-so-important.html' title='Why punctuation marks are so important.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2978567806398387558</id><published>2009-10-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:05:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second issue of Modelle Mag.</title><content type='html'>Second MODELLE photoshoot pictures are up on the FB group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, my theme was Rock Chic and the shoot was held at Maison, KL. The whole process was quick and fun! We started around 11am and were done by 2pm! So efficient this round, me likey. Different style of hair and makeup again...which girl doesn't like getting dolled up, eh? Photographer and team were really nice people too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'm gonna post the picture here though..Worried about those copyright infringement and what not..so I'd rather play it safe and link you guys to the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396427182471705058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SuP17lN88eI/AAAAAAAACBU/AOCMxOzM_P0/s400/P1010424.JPG" /&gt;Nah, here's a goofy picture of myself instead :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To view the second batch of photos, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups.php?ref=sb#/photo_search.php?oid=78349254844&amp;amp;view=all"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;! To keep me in this competition, you know what to do ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This batch of photos will be published in the November issue so keep a look out for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2978567806398387558?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2978567806398387558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2978567806398387558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2978567806398387558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2978567806398387558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-issue-of-modelle-mag.html' title='Second issue of Modelle Mag.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SuP17lN88eI/AAAAAAAACBU/AOCMxOzM_P0/s72-c/P1010424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7867933168735501265</id><published>2009-10-19T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:02:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzheimer &amp; HIV</title><content type='html'>If you're having the Monday blues, here's a lil' something to brighten up your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, 'Hello.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mrs. Sanders, please.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Speaking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor James at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Sanders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests once and once only.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The folks at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've bribed you with a joke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to text MODV FLO and send to 36660. Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7867933168735501265?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7867933168735501265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7867933168735501265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7867933168735501265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7867933168735501265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/alzheimer-hiv.html' title='Alzheimer &amp; HIV'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7165741209873547840</id><published>2009-10-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:49:15.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The vain side of me.</title><content type='html'>Skip this entry if you don't wanna view my vain pictures. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the hair and makeup are done by professionals, this can only mean in my dictionary that it is time to snap some self-absorbed pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/StXU7Jd7cqI/AAAAAAAACAk/TKLFLNmE_8Q/s1600-h/PA133695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392450241464857250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/StXU7Jd7cqI/AAAAAAAACAk/TKLFLNmE_8Q/s320/PA133695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392450248873124338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/StXU7lEMofI/AAAAAAAACAs/zxu9M2x7N70/s320/PA133696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392450259092958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/StXU8LIy7vI/AAAAAAAACA0/P1wmlxJEvB8/s320/PA143701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any comments on which one to put as new profile picture on FB? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7165741209873547840?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7165741209873547840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7165741209873547840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7165741209873547840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7165741209873547840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/vain-side-of-me.html' title='The vain side of me.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/StXU7Jd7cqI/AAAAAAAACAk/TKLFLNmE_8Q/s72-c/PA133695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-9135914249824652199</id><published>2009-10-11T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:05:14.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to discipline a child?</title><content type='html'>Today's lunch was spent with Pastor Mark and Aunty Rose. :)&lt;br /&gt;After landing our buttocks on the seats in the Yong Tau Foo restaurant which Daddy promptly decided to go to, we only found out then that Ps Mark does not really fancy Yong Tau Foo. Oops. That aside, it was still a good time of fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went to Summit with my sister and mummy because the older one wanted to get more clothes which serves as her working attire. As we were walking around in the shops, suddenly I heard a loud voice shouting so loud that I'm pretty sure the people in the shops surrounding the scene were able to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, (note that I used the word naturally instead of '&lt;em&gt;kepoh&lt;/em&gt;') we turned our heads to have a look at what's all that fuss about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't know what really happened. But from what we saw, the loud voice came from a mother yelling at her son who is probably around 7-8 years old. I think I even saw her dragging the son for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find the whole scene so disturbing. The mother was literally yelling like a maniac. I would excuse someone for yelling like that only when that person is being assaulted, which in this case was obviously not happening. Oh, and the worse part was right after the mother had her fit, she stormed off the place leaving the kid behind. Then, the shop owner had to console the kid while making a phone call. (I cannot understand the whole scene entirely but this is based on what I saw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a parent yet but I definitely think that no matter how bad your kid is misbehaving, you should settle it at home and not yell at the poor boy in public. That will just result in pure embarrassment for both the mother and son. Common sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be surprised if the kid grows up having a grudge against his own mother or worse still, treat his future kids the same way like how he was treated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad! Although I've had my fair share of experiencing the strokes of canes (I don't remember being a rebellious child hahah), it was never done in public. I am glad that I'm not scarred with a memory like that poor boy. Hopefully, he will forget about this incident someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-9135914249824652199?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135914249824652199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=9135914249824652199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9135914249824652199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9135914249824652199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-discipline-child.html' title='How to discipline a child?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1182545128199876380</id><published>2009-10-07T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:00:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue post.</title><content type='html'>I just realised I have not blogged about my 21st birthday yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for the pictures from Ms Tan yet I still haven't managed to get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've uploaded an album about the event on Facebook so do check it out if you're curious. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1182545128199876380?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1182545128199876380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1182545128199876380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1182545128199876380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1182545128199876380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/overdue-post.html' title='Overdue post.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8935330230968352304</id><published>2009-10-05T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:58:37.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for FLO :)</title><content type='html'>People! &lt;s&gt;Voting starts now!! &lt;/s&gt;No, wait. Voting starts on 6th October 2009, 12AM. So that's like another few minutes to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To vote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type MODV FLO and SMS to 36660. It's RM 1/vote. Telco charges applied. (Yes, I do realise it is a tad too expensive but send in at least one vote, pretty please? *bats lashes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/photo_search.php?oid=78349254844&amp;amp;view=all"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to have a preview of the pictures of all 50 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I think I didn't get a good picture and I still have a lot more to learn. Bear in mind I'm still an amateur and those who are close to me will know that it took a LOT of guts for me to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me spread the word around and vote for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that the voters are entitled to win prizes too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIZES (VOTERS BENEFITS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Beauty 50 (1st round) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: RM500 cash prize, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with one of the model of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: RM 400 worth of vouchers on branded apparels/accessories/shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: RM 200 worth of vouchers/package of facial products/F&amp;amp;B vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Beauty 40 (2nd round) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: RM 800 cash prize, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with one of the model of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: RM500 worth of perfume package.&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: RM300 worth of F&amp;amp;B vouchers and cafes privilege card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Beauty 30 (3rd round) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: Camera, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with the one of the model choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: Leather wear from high-fashion brand worth of RM800&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: iPod shuffle/nano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Beauty 20 (4th round) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: Nintendo Wii, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with one of the model of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: Leather wear from high-fashion brand worth of RM 1, 200&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: Exclusive spa vouchers worth of RM 900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Beauty 10 (5th round) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: Star Cruise package for 2pax, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with one of the model of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: Leather wear from high-fashion brand worth of RM2, 000.&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: Mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Beauty 5 (Finale) Top 3 highest voters prizes:&lt;br /&gt;First prize: Travel package to overseas, half year subscription of MODELLE Magazine (6 issues) and a date with one of the model of choice.&lt;br /&gt;Second prize: Laptop&lt;br /&gt;Third prize: Exclusive watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting ends on the 3rd of November 2009. So, keep voting especially when you have excess credit to spare! Haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8935330230968352304?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8935330230968352304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8935330230968352304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8935330230968352304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8935330230968352304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/10/vote-for-flo.html' title='Vote for FLO :)'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5666923423465767252</id><published>2009-09-28T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:18:30.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelle Beauty 50.</title><content type='html'>Hey all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the title probably caught your attention huh? Okay, let me just introduce you to what Modelle is all about before I continue further. Modelle basically means model in French and it is a magazine which primarily focuses on fashion and lifestyle. Apart from that, a modelling competition called Beauty 50 will be ongoing at the same time. Yeap, it's all happening in print which also mean that this competition is not your typical reality series or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what exactly is the purpose of this competition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Created with 2 aims in mind - to pave way for fresh and undiscovered next door beauties to become Malaysia's next top models and also give to commercial faces a run off their money in modelling industry, this contest will see 50 inexperienced girls transformed from mere and unnoticed girl-next-door into glamorous future faces of fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the hilarious part. Are you ready for it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you've probably guessed it. Yours truly is one of the 50 girls. I'm giving you 30 seconds to laugh all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, you may stop laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, seriously. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know right? It's so unbelievable. Who would have thought that I would get myself into this? It was all such a spontaneous thing. I came across &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=1&amp;amp;aid=99265&amp;amp;id=518408980#/group.php?gid=78349254844"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt; and then I just submitted my entry right there and then. That very day itself, Sabrina called me up to ask me to go for a short interview (but I ended up fixing an appointment on the next day because I was actually sleeping when she called me HAHAHA) and it all started from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I already went for my first ever photoshoot sometime during August and my theme was Greeco-Roman. The location was at Gua Damai (a spot catered for rock climbers), Batu Caves. The shoot took the entire day. When I say the entire day, I actually mean from sunrise to sunset! Most of the time taken was waiting for the other girls to finish their shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna see the pictures on set? I didn't bring my own camera that day so I am gonna steal some pictures from the other girls' FB and post it here. Hehehe. *Thanks girls!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818261590296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FLHLmyAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/NKEIzH2OkF4/s400/6496_127788527620_547447620_2902613_2239292_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The location which required us to climb up those stairs. Climbing up the stairs itself was already a challenge. LOL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818284433769554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FMcR6hFI/AAAAAAAACAE/yZg_rm3f2VA/s400/n505072836_3432607_8356967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think you can pretty much see how steep it is from this angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385816436163063314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5Dg271rhI/AAAAAAAAB_k/GTB1-KmN1DM/s400/6496_127793137620_547447620_2902653_1188262_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me getting my makeup done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818271525213458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FLsMRlRI/AAAAAAAAB_0/teFjkm4-aCY/s400/6496_127798322620_547447620_2902679_4189395_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grace and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385815173361003090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5CXWoXalI/AAAAAAAAB_M/eEvwp2kKTLE/s400/n505072836_3432613_512954.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The hairstylist fixing Vivien's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818273636285714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FL0Dl_RI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ha0k0ILOQ28/s400/6496_127805352620_547447620_2902707_2997956_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Sabrina. The one who totally took care of us the entire time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385820723533092130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5HaaoglSI/AAAAAAAACAc/IQBGTZF6phA/s400/DSC06462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group picture. From left: Nurul, Vivien, Grace, Mun Yee, Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the first batch for the shoot on the first day for the whole of Beauty 50. Geddit? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818292116945298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FM45ueZI/AAAAAAAACAM/6cRyzO6TJDU/s400/5854_117042558980_518408980_2330063_8020709_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way home after an exhausting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the long wait, it was an extremely great experience (and hopefully more to come!). I'm crossing my fingers that the pictures will turn out good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Turns on shameless mode* The magazine's inaugural issue is set to launch on the first week of October so get your copies and please vote for me! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you think I need to blog about this if it's not a voting-based competition? This competition will be ongoing for about six months and each month a bunch of girls will get eliminated until someone wins the title of Modelle's People Choice Model. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stay in this competition depends on you all! :) *Turns off shameless mode*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5666923423465767252?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5666923423465767252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5666923423465767252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5666923423465767252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5666923423465767252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/modelle-beauty-50.html' title='Modelle Beauty 50.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr5FLHLmyAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/NKEIzH2OkF4/s72-c/6496_127788527620_547447620_2902613_2239292_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5825121180570886753</id><published>2009-09-26T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:03:20.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya at Cameron Highlands.</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned before, the family and relatives spent our Raya holidays at Cameron Highlands. Sounds like a relaxing trip, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong. The whole journey to Camerons was completely disrupted by a massive jam. It's like everyone was headed to Camerons as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, when we reached there, the traffic jam didn't end. I didn't know Cameron Highlands was such a hit among the locals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the traffic jam helped me to sit back and pay attention to the greenery of Camerons even more. I was truly enjoying God's awesome creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, don't get me started on the hotel/apartment we stayed in for the two nights we were there. I don't know who fed me with the information that the place we were gonna stay in was a 4-stars hotel. 4-stars?! Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4pseU8KnI/AAAAAAAAB90/PzFx9cf-8Cw/s1600-h/10729_139784907694_569162694_2783419_1172253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385788048413567602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4pseU8KnI/AAAAAAAAB90/PzFx9cf-8Cw/s400/10729_139784907694_569162694_2783419_1172253_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the number of thumbs down and you will understand what is it like inside there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot water which only runs for less than 10 minutes and cracked toilet seats are among the things we faced during our stay. If it's the one thing I cannot stand about hotels, it is the cleanliness of the toilet! I will not complain if you provide me a hard pillow. But the toilet is very very important to me! Showering with cold water in the cold weather is not my idea of a nice shower. *Brrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT stay there if you were to visit Cameron Highlands. It's called Star Regency. (Note the word Star. Meaning they only have ONE star at the most. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385790848417270674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4sPdJ2C5I/AAAAAAAAB-c/ZojQZSVL8wk/s400/P9203546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at the amount of cars. A bee line was surely to appear wherever we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086257799464402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srura4j5hdI/AAAAAAAAB7U/4mZNMTfnJBk/s400/10729_139784977694_569162694_2783428_1690284_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086238370102098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrurZwLk-1I/AAAAAAAAB7E/eSAOkjU3PnA/s400/10729_139778802694_569162694_2783368_7241629_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385790808150491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4sNHJfwdI/AAAAAAAAB98/NLsfjsMEFg4/s400/P9193464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086231813884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrurZXwdCnI/AAAAAAAAB68/eSj1d0SW3XI/s400/10729_139778797694_569162694_2783367_2553603_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086247637735714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SruraStJ2SI/AAAAAAAAB7M/OztGZbjNj3g/s400/10729_139778807694_569162694_2783369_5233683_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086849456459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srur9Up60FI/AAAAAAAAB7s/nPmlp8XgC-8/s400/10729_139785067694_569162694_2783440_2840179_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look! Conjoined flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385790816945684610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4sNn6bwII/AAAAAAAAB-E/8BsucQ0Q3I8/s400/P9193490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberry in many forms of food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385790831369765538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4sOdpZwqI/AAAAAAAAB-M/iYyTljrJ1nk/s400/P9193494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The food was absolutely delicious especially the yoghurt with fresh strawberries and honey. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385790838196867106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4sO3FHECI/AAAAAAAAB-U/wubKKqICb-g/s400/P9193505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello Mark! I see your cheeky tongue. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrurbgqkpEI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Wpe2hmQAqdY/s1600-h/10729_139785007694_569162694_2783432_643546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086268564874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrurbgqkpEI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Wpe2hmQAqdY/s400/10729_139785007694_569162694_2783432_643546_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086842358480050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srur86NoPLI/AAAAAAAAB7k/iTdx-BfHWUQ/s400/10729_139785012694_569162694_2783433_4780582_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086853162958098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srur9idnfRI/AAAAAAAAB70/KiHxyUhrZ84/s400/10729_139885452694_569162694_2784159_5888417_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Strawberry potong which costs RM 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086862533915778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srur-FX09II/AAAAAAAAB78/9xQ8PO3puC8/s400/10729_139885492694_569162694_2784167_4758813_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adrian trying really hard to open a durian. Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796506231321346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4xYyJ1MwI/AAAAAAAAB-s/cT2Psv6VVdw/s400/P9203577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some really sweet tasting melon (not sure if it was some sort of honeydew) which costs RM 5 per fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796515459222434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4xZUh7y6I/AAAAAAAAB-0/1-f9ByGMuik/s400/P9203579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385087274189739474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrusWC6OVdI/AAAAAAAAB8M/c5NAVTgBWvI/s400/10729_139885572694_569162694_2784177_5580699_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385086867258106434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Srur-W-KYkI/AAAAAAAAB8E/WjPJaq2tLoQ/s400/10729_139885497694_569162694_2784168_2667496_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fooling around with the pole. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796500166300946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4xYbj0VRI/AAAAAAAAB-k/19vLHHPsbPY/s400/P9203592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even the flower at any random playground in Camerons is much nicer than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385087291481501010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SrusXDU5rVI/AAAAAAAAB8k/r1wsta4Es5c/s400/10729_139885702694_569162694_2784192_7807602_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us at the tea plantation area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact of the day: Did you know that Florence is an absolute lousy traveller especially on winding roads? I was on the verge of puking on the way downhill. Thank God I managed to keep myself composed after taking in many deep breaths when Daddy made an "emergency" stop at the side of the road. Hehehe. So in the end, I did not throw up! Yay me!! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Credits to Ms Tan Sue Vern for the DSLR photos. The clear ones are taken by her and the rest are taken by the lousy camera. Easy to distinguish right? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5825121180570886753?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5825121180570886753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5825121180570886753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5825121180570886753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5825121180570886753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-at-cameron-highlands.html' title='Raya at Cameron Highlands.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sr4pseU8KnI/AAAAAAAAB90/PzFx9cf-8Cw/s72-c/10729_139784907694_569162694_2783419_1172253_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3831256434103967449</id><published>2009-09-25T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:20:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Session with Churchmates</title><content type='html'>Had a karaoke session with the churchmates during the Raya holidays. It was good fun. Unfortunately, the food sucked. *Bleagh* RedBox should really do something about this. Since when do their customers ever enjoy being served cold food? Haven't they gotten any complaints about this issue before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0vxIyODI/AAAAAAAAB80/5GWK6cmkSU4/s1600-h/P9223659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385096512188594226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0vxIyODI/AAAAAAAAB80/5GWK6cmkSU4/s400/P9223659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385096543546665538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0xl9IakI/AAAAAAAAB9M/80b_t1hkkSU/s400/P9223662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0vY1xp7I/AAAAAAAAB8s/SN4Yx7yBhNY/s1600-h/P9223658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385096527567519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0wqbZ_9I/AAAAAAAAB88/GWxpGzpgdm4/s400/P9223660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097800475466274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru16wYT2iI/AAAAAAAAB9c/PaaOdOoUBao/s400/P9223665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see, the room is a bit too big for just 7 people. No complaints about that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385096533671643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0xBKvi1I/AAAAAAAAB9E/6UbjUaP6HMk/s400/P9223661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097795333184658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru16dOS3JI/AAAAAAAAB9U/Q_rc6OIcWOQ/s400/P9223664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097813055783538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru17fPsQnI/AAAAAAAAB9k/8WZMO0KFa8o/s400/P9223666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097817864639330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru17xKNk2I/AAAAAAAAB9s/RdZaMonu8zs/s400/P9223668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we'll do this again soon. *nudgeMeiJean* Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3831256434103967449?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3831256434103967449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3831256434103967449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3831256434103967449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3831256434103967449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/k-session-with-churchmates.html' title='K-Session with Churchmates'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sru0vxIyODI/AAAAAAAAB80/5GWK6cmkSU4/s72-c/P9223659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6171261901305425201</id><published>2009-09-19T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:50:40.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya to all who are celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be heading to Cameron Highlands for a family trip tomorrow. It's time to provide fresh air for my lungs and fresh vegetables for my tummy! Sounds healthy to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate packing! Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6171261901305425201?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6171261901305425201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6171261901305425201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6171261901305425201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6171261901305425201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5171769051819747953</id><published>2009-09-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:03:25.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting + Rewarding</title><content type='html'>Have you ever encountered both of that at one go before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. Last night, precisely. During a farewell dinner we threw for Jasmine who's leaving to UK tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine wanted to have a Chinese meal since she can foresee that she won't be having any good Chinese food for a whole year while she's there. :) So, Chinese dinner it was and off we headed to an area called Aman Suria..I think. (Right girls?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She happily ordered the food. We happily chatted while waiting for the food to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of minutes later, the dishes were brought onto the table one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makan!", we greeted each other before eating. So, as we were enjoying the food, we chatted at the same time. I think this is a bad habit in us which we all cannot deny. Multi-taskers right, what to do? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, Jasmine's younger sister, Kimberly, said out aloud, "Jie, what is this?" while pointing to something foreign on her spoon innocently. So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, the whole table consisting of 5 girls started 'Eeeeeewing' even louder. It was a freakin fingernail. (We assumed it was a fingernail and hopefully not a toenail!) She found it inside the vegetable dish. The rest of them were pretty grossed out at it but surprisingly I wasn't that disgusted compared to them. Probably because I didn't get a good view of the nail. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, being the daring one that she is, (also cos she could speak in Mandarin) called for the boss and asked "So how now?!" in a tone that equaled to "This better be a free dish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss then said "Okay okay, &lt;em&gt;mian fei&lt;/em&gt;." in a way which sounded like everything we ordered was on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were confused at first but then continued our talk over a refilled pot of Chinese tea. After we were done and wanted to leave, our confusion came back so this time Jasmine asked if we needed to pay anything and the boss just said "No need" in a very weird facial expression I cannot quite read. It showed reluctance + a constipated smile. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the restaurant happily after chowing down crabs, chicken, mantis prawns, and 'the vegetable' which earned us a free meal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, 'Aiya, should have ordered more crabs if we knew about this earlier.' Then someone said, 'You still dare to eat ah after seeing that nail?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jasmine started to make us worry by saying, 'Eh what if they spat into the Chinese tea just now?' Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was the funniest. She didn't even eat the vegetable at all but she was the one who complained the most and she went, 'If it was my mother, a free meal would not be enough k!' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to admit that this is one heck of a memorable dinner which we can continue to laugh about for the next few years when we walk down memory lane together. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5171769051819747953?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5171769051819747953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5171769051819747953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5171769051819747953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5171769051819747953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/disgusting-rewarding.html' title='Disgusting + Rewarding'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7613962596549520197</id><published>2009-09-15T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:43:20.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's good?</title><content type='html'>Alright. I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't take a genius to find out that this blog is losing it's content and regular updates. (Okay, it's not like I update frequently but at least I've never been away for this long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I've came to realize that my although my blog does not get millions of views, it does get read by people whom I do not know actually reads my blog until they tell me, 'Oh, I read your blog the other day...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line, made me realize how much I need to watch my words and what I type so as not to hurt other people's feelings or them being judgmental towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, people are quick to judge about what you write, although you mean it in another way. I am definitely not one person who can express myself freely through words. I write, then I delete, write, delete. (Or in this case, type) Process repeats itself several times till I am finally satisfied about what I want to say. (Or most times, best if I don't say anything at all, thus lack of updates. They say 'ignorance is bliss' =p) The feeling of holding back is just so frustrating you'll just go, 'Oh, why bother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, if I have a private journal about what I can say freely, I don't think I will ever encounter the writer's block. Unfortunately, even that didn't work. I tried writing a diary once when I was 12 and guess what? My sisters dug it out several years later, read it and laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the safest place my real thoughts can be kept is deep down inside me. I feel like I am transforming into an introvert, where I can only understand myself. I am not sure if this is a transformation I want but I know that it is time to evaluate my surroundings. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about whether I should remain comfortably in this position or take a step and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a phase in my life where I am trying to discover myself and seeing which direction I am heading. You may not and most probably would not understand this whole thing, so please, stop trying to break the code and do your own interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also bet that what you're thinking right now is, 'Wah, why so emotional?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean about being quick to judge? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope this is a good enough reason for my hiatus from blogging. Fine, partially that and also the laziness. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7613962596549520197?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7613962596549520197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7613962596549520197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7613962596549520197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7613962596549520197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-good.html' title='What&apos;s good?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2854208559732684532</id><published>2009-08-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:18:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie.</title><content type='html'>Heard B.E.P's coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go! Anybody got tix *coughJazcough* don't forget me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I don't have anything interesting to blog about seeing that my holidays are freaking long and I'm not allowed to go for a vacation since vacation = spending cash = a big NO from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine myself complaining about my holidays being overly long but yeah, here I am ranting. Holidays too long at home = me doing and getting myself into random and unexpected stuffs. The random and unexpected thing turned out to be quite fun, but it shall remain a secret for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite certain when my semester begins, I will rant about not having holidays instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But given my situation, I'm sure all of you will react the same. So yea, I'd like to think of myself as normal. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, gotta scoot off. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2854208559732684532?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2854208559732684532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2854208559732684532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2854208559732684532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2854208559732684532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie.html' title='Quickie.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5278911849821555960</id><published>2009-08-16T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:15:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, as promised, here's the SSS (super syok sendiri) video. To the two person who voted No, you may kindly refrain yourself from clicking the 'Play' icon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the rest of you, think properly before loading the video. I'm serious. I won't be responsible for any damages done to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, bear in mind I did this for fun so don't start becoming an A.I judge wannabe and throw your harsh comments on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF5PDQdwLw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF5PDQdwLw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;K, that's all. Bye bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S To the rest who were at my birthday party, this is for you. Hahaha. Now you know what will happen if you all continue to insist on me singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5278911849821555960?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5278911849821555960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5278911849821555960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5278911849821555960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5278911849821555960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sss.html' title='SSS.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4475754660365190726</id><published>2009-08-12T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:11:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to vote.</title><content type='html'>Hi readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did yet another video of myself singing. This time a solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was because I feel kinda guilty for not performing that night at my party. But hey, the birthday girl ain't suppose to entertain the guests. Should be the other way round, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want your opinions if you all want to see it or not. Haha. I feel like it's super syok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form action="http://poll.pollcode.com/MnR" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 13px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana'; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #eeeeee" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wanna watch a video of Florence singing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="1" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;Yes please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2" name="answer"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt;Nooooo! Spare me from the torture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote"&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="View" name="view"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="2"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;pollcode.com &lt;a href="http://pollcode.com/"&gt;free polls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4475754660365190726?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4475754660365190726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4475754660365190726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4475754660365190726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4475754660365190726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-vote.html' title='Time to vote.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5532417117686734056</id><published>2009-08-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:07:14.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca Pt.2</title><content type='html'>My first weekend on the month of August was quite an interesting one spent in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;'What? Malacca again?' I can already hear you people saying. Yes, again. If you can't remember, I went there not too long ago sometime around at the end of June. This time, however, was supposed to be with my dad's fellow colleagues. You know, like a family outing kinda thing so everybody tagged along including my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Cheras to pick my grandfather up and then had brunch somewhere nearby before we started the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506299694189058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpC-4rCgI/AAAAAAAAB2E/OhhYDYFNHYE/s400/P8012371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Upon reaching, first stop made was at this chicken rice ball shop. I was kinda sleepy that day because the night before was spent at my cell member's house eating and laughing while playing Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506306326287730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpDXl41XI/AAAAAAAAB2M/AzbmQDVLzqI/s400/P8012373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Somehow, I didn't enjoy this meal as much because all I could think about was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506310480295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpDnER91I/AAAAAAAAB2U/UqDQjxES7R0/s400/P8012388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the cendol! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506328133247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpEo1EoJI/AAAAAAAAB2k/x4LFFFVcaf8/s400/P8012392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Curry Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506320094125778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpEK4ZXtI/AAAAAAAAB2c/oq1NrgvnkxA/s400/P8012393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nyonya Asam Laksa! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366510674602413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmtBosEz1I/AAAAAAAAB2s/W5k36nsjiW8/s400/P8012399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought I was smarter this time for wearing a spaghetti top because the weather was crazy hot the last time we were walking around. But then when we went there that day, the weather was super nice. No sun, very cooling. After the filling lunch, we drove out of town and headed to A Famosa. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366512690105999794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snmu29Bk4bI/AAAAAAAAB20/fxeQMvFXOuc/s400/P8012429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The place where we had our dinner, at the clubhouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366518428466913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snm0E-FboRI/AAAAAAAAB28/z9YfTDGInsU/s400/P8012437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366518433610567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snm0FRPxjgI/AAAAAAAAB3E/6DTCR5m-TpM/s400/P8012443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I have to admit the whole highlight of this trip was the Cowboy Town.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366522489968310194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snm3xYW0t7I/AAAAAAAAB3M/lVmCw6akXGc/s400/P8012458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1. Cos we were greeted by men on horses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2. Not only that, we were greeted by 'ah guas' dancing and singing to 'I Feel Good'.&lt;/p&gt;#3. Oh, this reason is nothing much. They just decided to, you know, ... MAKE ME A PART OF THE SHOW!  %#^@*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened. The moment they began the show, five fire-eating men came out and performed. Then, they went around looking for volunteers to 'help out' with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them started walking towards our direction...and stopped in front of us. Both my sisters were seated in front of me so I was like thinking to myself..'Hahahahaah..yes..pick them pick them!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooo. Suddenly that dude looked behind them and pointed directly at me asking me to go out. My parents started laughing while urging me to just follow his instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366522499961966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snm3x9lfzqI/AAAAAAAAB3U/pWyqP90PEuc/s400/P8012472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me getting myself into trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So they gathered four volunteers altogether. The host then asked me where am I from. I was thinking to myself, 'Err, aren't we all from Malaysia?' So I just answered 'Selangor'. Then he said, 'Oh, Malaysia!'. The other three were from Syria, Vietnam, and Pakistan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were then asked to circle around the fire and I thought we were gonna perform some ritual. Instead, we had to imitate the Red Indians by doing some silly dance individually. My sister took a video of the entire humiliation but I don't think I'm gonna post it up because I'm too lazy to do so. Besides, all you can hear is them laughing like a maniac non-stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366795588032152610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnqwJx7KRCI/AAAAAAAAB3c/j0LKQTd-i4M/s400/P8012475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Trying to watch and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827954519281698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrNlwfCECI/AAAAAAAAB3k/_0p77LGM5qc/s400/P8012479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Super scary okay! This is fire we're dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827966031766866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrNmbX0pVI/AAAAAAAAB3s/74NkUETVe5g/s400/P8012486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Woah. Look at that...tummy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366830190095587666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrPn4p9WVI/AAAAAAAAB38/SuzMsjTVtMc/s400/P8012482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me giving him the 'What on earth do you want me to do now?!?!' look. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next picture is the funniest. They asked me to open my mouth to eat the fire. Obviously I screamed NOOO right! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827972066968370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrNmx2ugzI/AAAAAAAAB30/B9R9rsfX6xI/s400/P8012489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture looks so so wrong from every angle. HELPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840004637075570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrYjKq_qHI/AAAAAAAAB4U/_L6R6kLKxDE/s400/P8012499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840015552828898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrYjzVg1eI/AAAAAAAAB4c/-mlC5G5WsdA/s400/P8012500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366839990953735954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrYiXsodxI/AAAAAAAAB4E/T22xVqK7kaA/s400/P8012503.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366840001655047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrYi_kBhxI/AAAAAAAAB4M/a2abdRhAaRk/s400/P8012504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366849423019982658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrhHY4dv0I/AAAAAAAAB4k/AXzzoCgm1BA/s400/P8012502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366849436596221682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrhILdStvI/AAAAAAAAB40/jgiNTL1lPt4/s400/P8012512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366849433049984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrhH-PzbZI/AAAAAAAAB4s/06Cm9-cWWMY/s400/P8012505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366849446023644690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrhIuk9xhI/AAAAAAAAB48/VTm15uQzKto/s400/P8012513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366849450872330146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrhJAo-16I/AAAAAAAAB5E/UXRLRU3AkMk/s400/P8012523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861620060675266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrsNWZk3MI/AAAAAAAAB5M/9KLU_zGFsaI/s400/P8012526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The elephant looked like it was on ecstacy pills or something because it was '&lt;em&gt;feng tau&lt;/em&gt;-ing'/headbanging the whole time. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861628626099538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrsN2Tu3VI/AAAAAAAAB5U/NSdCevdKzsE/s400/P8012528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861631893535762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrsOCev_BI/AAAAAAAAB5c/Rk84ZjWRxI4/s400/P8012531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861639824284194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrsOgBlmiI/AAAAAAAAB5k/lxDNkNmJlZY/s400/P8012559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The place where we stayed overnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next day, we chose to go to the Animal World Safari. I will let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871679851464434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snr1W6CmhvI/AAAAAAAAB60/UahpYo1vy50/s400/P8022684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366861649205002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnrsPC-IAuI/AAAAAAAAB5s/LNCIsO9OAng/s400/P8012581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had to ride in this vehicle to make sure the animals wont disturb or eat us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864508039080722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snru1c9SKxI/AAAAAAAAB50/tsB4YvvZ1KU/s400/P8012587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864516765097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snru19dunvI/AAAAAAAAB58/5R4qsl8INAM/s400/P8012589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864517669819074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snru2A1bksI/AAAAAAAAB6E/ldImBVy-yUU/s400/P8012592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super tak layan lion. So arrogant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864527872022482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snru2m1019I/AAAAAAAAB6M/X4lobq2UQo0/s400/P8012594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366864535952037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snru3E8QF5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/DmVkR4QsLzM/s400/P8012600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871656312349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snr1ViWcIyI/AAAAAAAAB6c/FHFnKd-K4AY/s400/P8012649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome to &lt;s&gt;Fiona&lt;/s&gt; Monkey Island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871661947219682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snr1V3V5buI/AAAAAAAAB6k/Z6chIOTnyJA/s400/P8012662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me observing &lt;s&gt;Fiona's&lt;/s&gt; the monkey's behaviour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366871670250340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Snr1WWRg_7I/AAAAAAAAB6s/jg8onkNAvCE/s400/P8012673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This girl is super adorable! She smiles at me every single time we bump into each other. So precious! :) My dad also noticed it and said, 'Wah, she rather look at you than watch the show.' Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I think that's all! I had a super long day today so I'm gonna hit the sack soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5532417117686734056?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5532417117686734056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5532417117686734056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5532417117686734056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5532417117686734056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/08/malacca-pt2.html' title='Malacca Pt.2'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SnmpC-4rCgI/AAAAAAAAB2E/OhhYDYFNHYE/s72-c/P8012371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2845056533772422208</id><published>2009-07-29T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:32:53.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is none like You.</title><content type='html'>Hey all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did another video not too long ago cos we had too much free time in our hands :p&lt;br /&gt;My sister (the one in the video) claims that my voice can't be heard at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlneqGDOp0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BlneqGDOp0A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2845056533772422208?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2845056533772422208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2845056533772422208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2845056533772422208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2845056533772422208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-none-like-you.html' title='There is none like You.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4150993540256481728</id><published>2009-07-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:02:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night.</title><content type='html'>Just to say something random so that my huge picture don't haunt you each time you visit this blog. Well, at least it's being pushed down lower. So don't scroll down there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE. TAKE. ME. OUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be out on a Friday night and not be sitting here whining on this blog :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can somebody please help define what is 'freedom'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that I'm already given loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a joke to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only difference is that it's not funny at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4150993540256481728?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4150993540256481728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4150993540256481728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4150993540256481728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4150993540256481728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-night.html' title='Friday night.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5999196147235038601</id><published>2009-07-14T16:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:37:44.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new hairstyle'/><title type='text'>For better or worse?</title><content type='html'>I did something very spontaneous and unexpected a few days ago. I Googled for a hairstyle online and brought the picture together with me to the hair salon instantly. What prompted me to have this sudden change are the comments made by my friends. I’m sure those who have seen me up-close before would have noticed that I have thinning hair/bald spots/ whatever you wanna call it. It was hurting my self-esteem so bad I had to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So, I decided to go completely bald. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to Kimarie with my sister for my haircut. Being Chinese, Mum has this thinking of cutting the hair shorter each time I pay a visit to the salon to make her money’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread going to places where they cannot understand English. To make matters worse, you guys should know that I cannot speak much of Cantonese or Mandarin. I know, what kinda Chinese am I?! Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairstylist was a Chinese speaking male. I have to admit it was quite funny, the conversation between the both of us. Like kai and ngap talking. (Chicken and duck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, 'Lei keh mei hou kon, lei yu char tit tit yao' (Translation: The ends of your hair are very dry, you should apply some oil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei zhi char meh yao mou? (Do you know what kinda oil to apply?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without waiting for my answer, he straightaway said, 'gor tit chu fan yao de hor yi' (Those cooking oil also can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mou lahh. Tong lei kong siu.' (No laaaa. I'm just kiddin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to smack him but I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he said, 'Lei zhi mm zhi ngor kong meh yeh mou? Chou meh lei jing hai sek siew?' (Do you know what am I talking about? Why do you only know how to smile?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR! I knew what he was talking about, I was just a bit slow in replying. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the humiliation I faced at the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, you all must be curious how I look like now right. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358240246298357666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SlxLHWXQr6I/AAAAAAAAB08/4CJ64DGsQVU/s400/P11-07-09_17.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was the picture I showed that fella. So pretty right. *jealous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what about me? Brace yourself for the picture below. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.6.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358243538127592850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SlxOG9YgnZI/AAAAAAAAB1M/RKnagIqmJ6I/s400/P7142419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358240236733560562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SlxLGyu1dvI/AAAAAAAAB00/Zghz62JV6Bg/s400/P7142425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked my &lt;a href="http://cottoncandygal.blogspot.com/"&gt;younger sister&lt;/a&gt;, 'Yer, how come not the same one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Of course la, face also not the same to begin with so how to compare!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5999196147235038601?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5999196147235038601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5999196147235038601' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5999196147235038601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5999196147235038601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-better-or-worse.html' title='For better or worse?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SlxLHWXQr6I/AAAAAAAAB08/4CJ64DGsQVU/s72-c/P11-07-09_17.45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4449569525125994302</id><published>2009-07-05T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:36:43.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer 2009 Results!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the end of Cheer 2009. No pictures were snapped because I was too occupied working as the linesman. Well, in this case, lineswoman. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results of the competition for those of you who were not present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blitzers - SMK Bandar Utama (4)&lt;br /&gt;2. Shirtliff - SMK Seri Bintang Utara&lt;br /&gt;3. Calyx - SMJK Katholik&lt;br /&gt;4. Titans - SMJK Ave Maria Convent, Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;5. Dynamitez - SMK Damansara Jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job to every single team out there! The routines were a major improvement since last year and the standard of cheerleading has definitely been raised to a much higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be proud of yourselves for just being on the competition mat and giving it your all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S There was a new host/emcee this year. *moves eyebrow up and down repeatedly* Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4449569525125994302?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4449569525125994302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4449569525125994302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4449569525125994302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4449569525125994302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-results.html' title='Cheer 2009 Results!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3622843390426221910</id><published>2009-06-27T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:47:29.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayang!</title><content type='html'>Must not stop the tradition of dedicating a blog entry for you. :) I'm so efficient right? Just got the pics from Jaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SkUZqS3_98I/AAAAAAAAB0s/HSRvvYyJEBU/s1600-h/SDC10093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351711946611619778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SkUZqS3_98I/AAAAAAAAB0s/HSRvvYyJEBU/s400/SDC10093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated 21st Birthday Amanda!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A year older, but your vision's already getting blurrer huh? Hahaha. Look who cannot spot her car when it was right in front of her very own eyes..*faints* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoyed your day. Can't wait for our next yumcha session! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3622843390426221910?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3622843390426221910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3622843390426221910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3622843390426221910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3622843390426221910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/sayang.html' title='Sayang!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SkUZqS3_98I/AAAAAAAAB0s/HSRvvYyJEBU/s72-c/SDC10093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1299262240922413890</id><published>2009-06-26T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:41:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Creator.</title><content type='html'>I have a little testimony to share with you all today. 'Freshly baked' as it happened only an hour ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Fu Hun and I made plans to hit the gym early in the morning before he left for Penang cos he claims he'll be eating a lot there. Before I was about to leave the house, I suddenly got a text from him saying he can't go cos something came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got quite mad and texted him back about how I was already set to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few texts, we decided to go on with the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather looked perfect. Bright and sunny. Note that normally before I leave the house I would throw the house keys back inside because the older sister is still in the house sleeping. (Also because we didn't have any spare keys. Grr) Somehow, I took the keys along with me today because I thought by the time I came home, the older one would probably still be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, it started pouring heavily (and I mean real heavy with thunders) while I was at the gym. We were almost done working out by then. I started panicking because all the clothes were nicely hung outside at the porch before I left. Note that all these panic attacks only happen after the maid has gone home because we have nobody to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left hurriedly and then I told my friend about the clothes left outside and kept worrying. At the back of my mind, I could already hear mum's voice yelling and nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Fu Hun, '&lt;em&gt;maybe it hasn't started raining at my place' &lt;/em&gt;feeling hopeful to comfort myself. He gave me the 'no way/are you kidding me' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I drove back, I kept praying and speaking to God about how He can and should help me stop the rain. I was reminded of last week's speaker preaching about how He is able to make it rain after many days of drought. If He can make it rain, He can definitely make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough when I reached home, it didn't rain at all and the clothes were still dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is amazing and can work wonders! I'm amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I was right. The older one was still asleep. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1299262240922413890?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1299262240922413890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1299262240922413890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1299262240922413890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1299262240922413890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesome-creator.html' title='Awesome Creator.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6286932426384697723</id><published>2009-06-25T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:59:08.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks.</title><content type='html'>There is an obvious difference between the types of pranks one can pull off on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the good type. This is the type where you can go "hahahahahah" and continue laughing for the rest of the day thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the lousy type. Not only do you get the prank which isn't even funny, you also end up getting pissed at the prankster/'pranker'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350939288519743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SkJa7rLmmPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/UV1cLV60npc/s400/moe_prank_calls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was the 'prankee' of the lousy type of prank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6286932426384697723?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6286932426384697723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6286932426384697723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6286932426384697723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6286932426384697723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/pranks.html' title='Pranks.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SkJa7rLmmPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/UV1cLV60npc/s72-c/moe_prank_calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-9091505298120190164</id><published>2009-06-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:35:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bummer.</title><content type='html'>Two valuable lessons learnt today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do NOT drink coffee before bedtime. Even if you have tried successfully sleeping through before, do not assume you can function the same way. I spent the whole night/morning tossing in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Read the terms and conditions of the contest before entering it. I spent an hour plus thinking, drafting, writing the stupid thing before I found out that I am not eligible because I'm underaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-9091505298120190164?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/9091505298120190164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=9091505298120190164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9091505298120190164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/9091505298120190164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-bummer.html' title='What a bummer.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3240187739927323966</id><published>2009-06-15T22:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:58:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Input + Output = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can see from my previous post, you would have thought that I gobbled down everything I saw which was edible. I am ashamed to say that as far as I'd like to deny it, it's true. But I'm even more ashamed to say that whatever I gobbled, I discharged it out of my system almost immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Food poisoning lah what else. I don't get it. Whatever I ate, my family ate as well. But only I had to suffer by emitting the 'poison' through the mouth and butt. Eeeew :( My dad joked by saying that I didn't pray hard enough before I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, back to the story. My dad found this article in The Star newspaper written by someone who travelled to Malacca for a day trip solely to eat. We decided to follow wherever the writer went because she has already provided the addresses in the article so why go through all the hassle when we already have a guide? Thank God for my uncle's GPS or else we would have spent the entire day just searching for one place to eat. (Knowing my father's sense of direction)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347416105084228658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWnaG_lDI/AAAAAAAABvs/60v_v-Yew3c/s400/P12-06-09_12.56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347416110303847650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWntjcpOI/AAAAAAAABv0/295V9Qt2aic/s400/P12-06-09_13.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Jonker Street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347416114054131538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWn7hlb1I/AAAAAAAABv8/ADVod28IAAw/s400/P12-06-09_13.02%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347416117756896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWoJUZJbI/AAAAAAAABwE/Mh4N-cf3Qsk/s400/P12-06-09_13.13%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347416119842953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWoRFv1-I/AAAAAAAABwM/TxXhbx3Qrgo/s400/P12-06-09_13.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pretending to like this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because our first stop happen to be at this chicken rice ball shop which totally sucked. The rice was cold so this is one place you should not dine at the next time you visit Malacca. We wanted to choose another shop but it was very crowded so we landed ourselves in this one instead. Furthermore, we were already starving so we just went eeny meeny miny mo. Oh and FYI, this was not one of the places listed in the article. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347420293089917394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXabLpW-dI/AAAAAAAABwU/zFDvFmiCrzo/s400/P12-06-09_13.43%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When my dad told us we were gonna stay here, I flipped and fainted at the spot.&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo! What do you mean we're gonna stay here? I'd rather sleep in the car!"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that didn't happen. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that horrible chicken rice ball experience, we walked around to hunt for some cendol. We were&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; close to walking into a cendol shop when suddenly a man selling kacang near that shop stopped us and told us to go to another shop further down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wondered if he was hired by that other cendol shop. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347420290542454306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXabCJ_xiI/AAAAAAAABwc/pMPgymTDOkI/s400/P12-06-09_13.50%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whatever it is, he did not recommend wrongly because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347420297773564114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXabdGBwNI/AAAAAAAABwk/yFLyMWnhYvQ/s400/P12-06-09_13.56%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the cendol is to die for!! Best.cendol.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347420299302788386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXabiyn3SI/AAAAAAAABws/Iyr5M2Re7UU/s400/P12-06-09_13.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It is so delicious and the gula melaka is too amazing. Yummay! If I visit Malacca again, I'll make sure that everybody go back to this place. This was definitely the highlight of the food excursion. Plus, the price is so cheap for a bowl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347420306986811202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXab_aov0I/AAAAAAAABw0/5T8W1v2nqgA/s400/P12-06-09_13.58%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Apart from that, this place also serves laksa noodles. I had the assam laksa noodle and I must say that the taste is interestingly different from what we have back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347422714949505618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXcoJxrklI/AAAAAAAABw8/KQ5aSSZxK-A/s400/P12-06-09_14.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The many varieties of cendol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347428179885302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXhmQP6IdI/AAAAAAAABxE/hDELcSYHptU/s400/P12-06-09_14.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we stopped by Old Nanyang or something like that for coffee and dessert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347428188359061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXhmv0NbqI/AAAAAAAABxM/ScVXm3rkTFE/s400/P12-06-09_14.55.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super extra large pineapple tart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347428190255170162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXhm24RwnI/AAAAAAAABxU/gX7DpQAD3X4/s400/P12-06-09_14.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mini shoes used for women with bound feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347455918254541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX601ufScI/AAAAAAAABxs/eC-2qGstlaQ/s400/P12-06-09_15.19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that we went to Christ Church to walk around. We walked a LOT that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Dad suggested that we go to the museum. I was pretty against it at first but since we had nothing better to do, I don't see why we shouldn't enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347428197022750146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXhnQFy1cI/AAAAAAAABxk/g_hJWGISMzc/s400/P12-06-09_15.29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461047673663074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX_faTTrmI/AAAAAAAABx0/KMeyxv8Jr-s/s400/P12-06-09_15.27.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parameswara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347428195480373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXhnKWEB8I/AAAAAAAABxc/Sq8pdiny4co/s400/P12-06-09_15.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461052466997298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX_fsKIKDI/AAAAAAAABx8/EXa_roCmyR8/s400/P12-06-09_15.34%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Historic bullets/musket balls, shaped like rabbit poo. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461057147672306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX_f9mFlvI/AAAAAAAAByE/TWRTtsI9CkQ/s400/P12-06-09_15.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461061380938178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX_gNXYGcI/AAAAAAAAByM/dYo51TzPhj4/s400/P12-06-09_15.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I can conclude that I'm not a person who enjoys history much because when I was in the museum I wasn't very fascinated with reading the facts and history. Besides, gimme a break. Haven't we learnt enough during secondary school? So, instead, I ended up doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461063915039650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjX_gWzja6I/AAAAAAAAByU/nnr9TJgEiQw/s400/P12-06-09_15.40%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bow and Arrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347465731907226914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYDwEbnjSI/AAAAAAAAByc/xR68184a2K0/s400/P12-06-09_15.44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347465736464163650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYDwVaE40I/AAAAAAAAByk/T8JJ4blHP3U/s400/P12-06-09_15.47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Headed to the hotel to check-in, shower then out for dinner at the Portuguese Settlement. We got quite lost searching for that place despite having the GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473404815804482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYKusPlCEI/AAAAAAAABzE/qNm2QqriToI/s400/P12-06-09_20.44%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There's really nothing much to shout about this place. It's too overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we went for satay celup. My mum suspects that the culprit to my food poisoning was because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347465739994539330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYDwijyJUI/AAAAAAAABys/gMce3FDwl64/s400/P12-06-09_22.57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347465744429771506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYDwzFOavI/AAAAAAAABy0/INTzaj9_F-s/s400/P12-06-09_22.57%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Said culprit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day Two started off with some light brekkie at the hotel. Then, we went to hunt for the Kuay Teow Th'ng in the article mentioned by the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347465750065668194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYDxIE7YGI/AAAAAAAABy8/DXxdlvjUHfI/s400/P13-06-09_09.54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Followed the article and our next stop was at a house at Jalan Tengkera famous for its homemade Nyonya kuihs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473409619452290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYKu-I24YI/AAAAAAAABzM/3T0tq16QUrM/s400/P13-06-09_10.21%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347482094076933410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYSoeQ3tSI/AAAAAAAAB0c/-7DQoe3fhok/s400/P13-06-09_11.09%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At some random shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473412520316162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYKvI8ejQI/AAAAAAAABzU/WVbkrvLieSw/s400/P13-06-09_11.42%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of a kind pork satay which you can never find in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473415173200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYKvS0-WdI/AAAAAAAABzc/DKKo-0REsY0/s400/P13-06-09_13.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second round of chicken rice ball because the first round wasn't satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347473425074647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYKv3tqcvI/AAAAAAAABzk/g6yIYjhLUgQ/s400/P13-06-09_14.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This round was better so I wasn't pretending to like the shop. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did some window shopping at the local mall called Megamall or something like that. It was situated near Mahkota Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked out of that place and found an ancient fort nearby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475800020017762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYM6HEw4mI/AAAAAAAABzs/VrU50Jq2lhY/s400/P13-06-09_16.05%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Santiago Fort. (If I'm not mistaken) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed back home, we decided to go for another round of makan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475805780210082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYM6ciGcaI/AAAAAAAABz0/0CiK2DZhxnI/s400/P13-06-09_16.42%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Chien / Omelette Oyster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475809915874482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYM6r8HrLI/AAAAAAAABz8/TrDqcaiF10k/s400/P13-06-09_16.49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soft Shell Crab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475816841819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYM7FvZNqI/AAAAAAAAB0E/o9L_uJvY-Ow/s400/P13-06-09_16.52%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fried noodles with oysters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults wanted to hunt for more cendol before really heading back to KL. At that time, my tummy was already feeling uneasy but I just kept quiet about it because I didn't wanna use the toilets there. Those shoplots looked really old and dirty. But then I couldn't take it anymore so I told my mum. My parents were so nice to drive me to Equatorial Hotel just to do my business! Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347477648164203330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYOlr8rK0I/AAAAAAAAB0U/heHFpHXadVc/s400/P13-06-09_18.19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While waiting for me to finish. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Okay, too much information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347475823293330290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjYM7dxjc3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/ywhDLUy2Ly8/s400/P13-06-09_18.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are two main reasons I don't feel so guilty for chowing down those food without a care on what damage it might do to make me grow horizontally. Firstly, because we walked a lot so we've probably burned some calories we just consumed. Hehe. Secondly, well, because I almost threw everything up. Hahahah. I feel like a bulimic, except that I didn't do it on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Besides the puking and all, the trip was good! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3240187739927323966?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3240187739927323966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3240187739927323966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3240187739927323966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3240187739927323966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/input-output.html' title='Input + Output = ?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjXWnaG_lDI/AAAAAAAABvs/60v_v-Yew3c/s72-c/P12-06-09_12.56.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5341622113258792884</id><published>2009-06-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:55:33.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummay holiday.</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! I'm currently blogging from my mobile, at a hotel in malacca. I'm staying here for the night with my family. The purpose of this trip? To eat like there's no tomorrow! Hehe. Ok ppl ttyl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s my gym buddies, i have failed you. Hehe sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5341622113258792884?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5341622113258792884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5341622113258792884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5341622113258792884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5341622113258792884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/yummay-holiday.html' title='Yummay holiday.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7877865074936020388</id><published>2009-06-11T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:17:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's taking over me.</title><content type='html'>Heh. Seriously, I should be arrested for neglecting this blog. Well, in my defense, it's so difficult to have some sort of inspiration to blog about something which makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since I'm really out of clues on what to talk about, I've suddenly got a (not so) brilliant idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, okay.. that didn't make sense. See la, the holidays are really getting to me. My brain is not functioning at its normal speed. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Switches to bimbo tone* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready y'all? Today is your very special day because I do realise that this blog has been lacking pictures. *pause to check blog to see if it's really lacking pictures* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay confirm. No self-pictures on main page of blog?!? I don't believe it myself! This calls for a rescue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I bought these iris enlarger lens which is like super cool cos it helps to like, makes your iris insanely larger. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, back to the point. So what I meant by today being your very special day is because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am updating with pictures of... MEEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345990736346216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGQBxx-II/AAAAAAAABu8/5E1t0G1tPVo/s320/P25-05-09_17.37.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345990741006501714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGQTI4R1I/AAAAAAAABvE/qv-XbBWg5fk/s320/P30-05-09_22.26%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345990746842154226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGQo4NRPI/AAAAAAAABvM/WhO7IyOVHUY/s320/P30-05-09_22.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345990746046096130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGQl6aYwI/AAAAAAAABvU/6yEk18RoHKc/s320/P30-05-09_22.36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345990754863642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGRGwrdiI/AAAAAAAABvc/ezjJ4ZH5ws4/s320/P31-05-09_14.35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345993347343165250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDIoAf9p0I/AAAAAAAABvk/trABn6bfuYs/s320/P31-05-09_14.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*runs for cover*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot believe I just did that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, that was not me typing this entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7877865074936020388?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7877865074936020388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7877865074936020388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7877865074936020388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7877865074936020388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/06/someones-taking-over-me.html' title='Someone&apos;s taking over me.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SjDGQBxx-II/AAAAAAAABu8/5E1t0G1tPVo/s72-c/P25-05-09_17.37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5774858627718431746</id><published>2009-05-30T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:25:44.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to put a smile on your face :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once again, got this forwarded e-mail from mummy dearest. These short jokes are some Christian humour for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country. 'Is there anything breakable in here?' asked the postal clerk. 'Only the Ten Commandments.' answered the lady. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. 'Somebody has said there are only two kinds of people in the world. There are those who wake up in the morning and say, 'Good morning, Lord,' and there are those who wake up in the morning and say, 'Good Lord, it's morning.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. A minister parked his car in a no-parking zone in a large city because he was short of time and couldn't find a space with a meter. Then he put a note under the windshield wiper that read: 'I have circled the block 10 times. If I don't park here, I'll miss my appointment. Forgive us our trespasses.' When he returned, he found a citation from a police officer along with this note 'I've circled this block for 10 years. If I don't give you a ticket I'll lose my job. Lead us not into temptation.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. There is the story of a pastor who got up one Sunday and announced to his congregation: 'I have good news and bad news. The good news is, we have enough money to pay for our new building program. The bad news is, it's still out there in your pockets.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. A Sunday School teacher began her lesson with a question, 'Boys and girls, what do we know about God?' A hand shot up in the air. 'He is an artist!' said the kindergarten boy 'Really? How do you know?' the teacher asked. 'You know - Our Father, who does art in Heaven... '&lt;br /&gt;(You will only get this joke if you know The Lord's Prayer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. A minister waited in line to have his car filled with gas just before a long holiday weekend. The attendant worked quickly, but there were many cars ahead of him. Finally, the attendant motioned him toward a vacant pump. 'Reverend,' said the young man, 'I'm so sorry about the delay. It seems as if everyone waits until the last minute to get ready for a long trip.' The minister chuckled, 'I know what you mean. It's the same in my business.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. People want the front of the bus, the back of the church, and the center of attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. A father was approached by his small son who told him proudly, 'I know what the Bible means!' His father smiled and replied, 'What do you mean, you 'know' what the Bible means?'&lt;br /&gt;The son replied, 'I do know!'&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said his father. 'What does the Bible mean?' 'That's easy, Daddy.' the young boy replied excitedly,&lt;br /&gt;'It stands for 'Basic Information Before Leaving Earth.''&lt;br /&gt;(Heard this many times before)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Sunday after church, a Mom asked her very young daughter what the lesson was about. The daughter answered, 'Don't be scared, you'll get your quilt. 'Needless to say, the Mom was perplexed. Later in the day, the pastor stopped by for tea and the Mom asked him what that morning's Sunday school lesson was about. He said 'Be not afraid, thy comforter is coming.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5774858627718431746?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5774858627718431746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5774858627718431746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5774858627718431746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5774858627718431746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-put-smile-on-your-face.html' title='Time to put a smile on your face :)'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7230437815492220544</id><published>2009-05-27T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:31:07.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books.</title><content type='html'>If you know me really well, you should know that I'm not the type of person who is willing to spend money on story books. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy reading fairly, but not to the extent of paying for story books. Cos I don't see the point of keeping the book after I've finished reading it. I'd rather have some kind souls lend me their story books for a short period then return it to the owner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, a kind soul lent me two story books by Anchee Min. This person was raving about how entertaining the book is and influenced me to give it a read as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwDtYZ1WYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2K5KqNwDyd4/s1600-h/9780547053707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147336334367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwDtYZ1WYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2K5KqNwDyd4/s400/9780547053707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147155641927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwDi3RZhoI/AAAAAAAABus/RxTYTUjFWaw/s400/-empress-orchid-anchee-min.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got a hold of these two books at the same time. I wanted to read The Last Empress first because that was the said entertaining book but then my friend told me to start of with Empress Orchid as The Last Empress was sort of like the continuation to Empress Orchid. Reluctantly, I started reading page one of Empress Orchid and I found myself automatically hooked to it, flipping pages to pages without a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empress Orchid is one heck of an entertaining book. It tells us the story about a poor village girl who had no choice but to enter the palace in the hopes of becoming the next top &lt;s&gt;model&lt;/s&gt; concubine. Every intricate detail is oozed in this book bringing the book into life before you even realise it! Well, for me at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, The Last Empress was a let down for me. It gets too dry most of the time so I wouldn't recommend this book. Maybe it was my problem, I don't know. Maybe I just didn't have the mood to read it but I still finished the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading this quite obsolete book titled Tuesdays With Morrie. I've been hearing so much about it, yet I never really took the time to read it until now. Yeah okay, I know I am slow! The cover of the book looks so boring, which is probably why I kept putting this book on hold until now. However, I have to admit that it's a very entertaining book. I guess this is what the saying of 'do not judge a book by its cover' literally means. Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwBtPzf96I/AAAAAAAABuM/lbToxh3-Hl8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340145135002843042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwBtPzf96I/AAAAAAAABuM/lbToxh3-Hl8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's based on a true life story and it is so heartwarming! Basically, it's about how an ex-college professor, Morrie, is going to die from an incurable illness yet he learns and teaches how to make the most out of it before his death. Towards the last days of his life, he met up with his student whom he taught 20 years ago and had a special bond with to teach him about life's greatest lesson. The meeting between the both of them would be every Tuesday hence the title of this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't finished reading it yet because I'm taking my own sweet time to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is there any kind soul out there who would wanna lend me any book which you think is worth reading? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7230437815492220544?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7230437815492220544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7230437815492220544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7230437815492220544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7230437815492220544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/05/books.html' title='Books.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/ShwDtYZ1WYI/AAAAAAAABu0/2K5KqNwDyd4/s72-c/9780547053707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-456505927990274316</id><published>2009-05-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:56.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots.</title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now someone take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be free for a whole month plus. Should I work? Don't know if any place would wanna hire anyone for such a short period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh got any plans, anyone? Call me ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crap. But bear in mind this soon to be 21 year old still has a curfew :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Gotta run. Wheeeeeeeee. See ya peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-456505927990274316?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/456505927990274316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=456505927990274316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/456505927990274316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/456505927990274316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/05/woots.html' title='Woots.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2226949392217034244</id><published>2009-05-11T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:19:07.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong, yet right.</title><content type='html'>Found this on the Internet and thought of sharing with you guys to see what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact: Time per week spent on watching TV: 35 hours 21 minutes. Time per week that parents spend on meaningful conversations with their kids: 38 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that sentence and couldn't help to agree. Is it the child who is not making the effort to speak to the parents or the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so disappointed about what happened today. Very, very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know very well that favouritism has been going on around here since forever. But this time, it is too much to handle. You were practising it in front of my eyes. Worse still, you KNEW it was wrong and yet stood up for 'it'. How much do you think that hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2226949392217034244?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2226949392217034244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2226949392217034244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2226949392217034244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2226949392217034244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrong-yet-right.html' title='Wrong, yet right.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3086912835982610100</id><published>2009-05-06T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:14:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a break and chill.</title><content type='html'>I am so looking forward to my break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333143854024122114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SgMiFDsqXwI/AAAAAAAABuE/-FQ1J84Gi8c/s400/beautiful_beach_redang_island_malaysia_travel_tour_holiday_best_package2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Longing for an island holiday :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3086912835982610100?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3086912835982610100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3086912835982610100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3086912835982610100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3086912835982610100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-break-and-chill.html' title='Have a break and chill.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SgMiFDsqXwI/AAAAAAAABuE/-FQ1J84Gi8c/s72-c/beautiful_beach_redang_island_malaysia_travel_tour_holiday_best_package2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8360017541300243660</id><published>2009-04-28T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:48:38.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but I &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt; how...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn easy to say, but it's so frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Especially when you are the one who must help to do the thinking of don't-know-how to know-how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8360017541300243660?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8360017541300243660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8360017541300243660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8360017541300243660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8360017541300243660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4571480179817821591</id><published>2009-04-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:57:49.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be rather sentimental than the usual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days ago, I had a tiny argument with somebody through text messages. What I could not understand is how can that person say something so unreasonable and didn't make sense to me. Maybe I had misinterpreted it the wrong way. I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not show much anger in my reply (didn't use exclamation marks and caps), but more to questioning 'why' and 'how can'. Deep inside I was actually very uncomfortable and my perception towards that someone changed, for the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow or rather, I think that person could sense that I was not very pleased or either someone else told her because today that person texted me to apologize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how a simple 'sorry' can make me feel so much better about the whole incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That person claimed that frustration was kicking in therefore leading to such a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example was worse. This certain someone rang me up out of the blue and semi-yelled at me about why did I spread such rumours. I was soooo confused I did not know what she was talking about and then I told that person to chill (when I was actually getting angry myself for getting yelled at for no reason). Few minutes later, that person texted and apologized profusely in a row for throwing a fit and explained what ticked that person off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, when 'sorry' was mentioned, I myself felt better and calmed down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you guys get what I'm trying to say. I guess I'm the kind of person who will wait for a 'sorry' (and for that person to actually mean it) when I'm damn sure I did not do anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor used to preach saying 'Oh, do not wait for that person to say sorry then only forgive. Just forgive that person anyhow.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying my very best to pick up that attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, although sorry seems to be the hardest word, it definitely plays a great impact on forgiveness and mending a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325705261347613378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sei0t-kNqsI/AAAAAAAABt8/Qv_jokSLrVw/s400/sorry-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4571480179817821591?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4571480179817821591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4571480179817821591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4571480179817821591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4571480179817821591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sei0t-kNqsI/AAAAAAAABt8/Qv_jokSLrVw/s72-c/sorry-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6218705203985429629</id><published>2009-04-14T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:53:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the person who is shorter than me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just a simple shoutout to a person who can piss me off and make me laugh at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wah, see. So carourfull. Nice right. I hope that as you grow older, your level of maturity grows as well. &lt;s&gt;Stop playing Pet Society already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I also hope &lt;s&gt;your skin won't sag so fast&lt;/s&gt; you'll find a job soon after you graduate this year and not bum around in the house or boss me around. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231177468906386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SeN4DAMYC5I/AAAAAAAABts/U5TueyoVcsw/s400/P2090987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my revenge to you for putting up stupid pictures of me everytime. Not that I don't look silly here, but at least you're doing it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231185367201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SeN4DdnedfI/AAAAAAAABt0/VvBwBkZ_K_0/s400/P2090977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nah, here's a more decent picture of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh crap, I think papa's gonna scold me for staying up. I hear him coughing. I better go. Please pray harder if you want us to pay you a visit later at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you! xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6218705203985429629?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6218705203985429629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6218705203985429629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6218705203985429629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6218705203985429629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-person-who-is-shorter-than-me.html' title='To the person who is shorter than me.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SeN4DAMYC5I/AAAAAAAABts/U5TueyoVcsw/s72-c/P2090987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6181235194924253192</id><published>2009-04-04T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:33:37.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florence wannabes.</title><content type='html'>Waaahhhhhh!!! Super annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SddvMlnD3II/AAAAAAAABtk/99j54dgVar8/s1600-h/impostors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843746806586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SddvMlnD3II/AAAAAAAABtk/99j54dgVar8/s400/impostors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click to read our meaningless conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. Such wannabes :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6181235194924253192?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6181235194924253192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6181235194924253192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6181235194924253192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6181235194924253192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/04/florence-wannabes.html' title='Florence wannabes.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SddvMlnD3II/AAAAAAAABtk/99j54dgVar8/s72-c/impostors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7853065612926847661</id><published>2009-03-23T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:32:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity.</title><content type='html'>I wanna sleep. I need sleep, but I can't sleep just yet. Waiting for my hair to air dry before plopping myself into bed so might as well scribble a bit here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was spent at Cineleisure. I was hoping the night before that everything would run smoothly but unfortunately, certain things ended being screwed up. Other than that, the day was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thailand team really touched my heart. This is their second time performing at C3 and their first time competing. The Thai faces were really familiar to all of us so we welcomed them with thunderous applause each time they &lt;s&gt;made a move&lt;/s&gt; came up on the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally time for Rainbows (the Thai boys) to perform, everything went okay until suddenly one of them did a tumble and landed on his knee. He couldn't move and the music had to be stopped. They brought him over to the side and sprayed something on the knee so it would be numb. By then, a few of them started tearing to see their friend suffering in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the one injured was extremely determined to complete the performance so he went back on the mat with his mates and started the whole performance again and it was just so awesome! Even with his injury, they managed to pull off the stunts and complete the entire show. In the end, so many of them cried because despite the accident, they still did it. When I looked at their faces, I couldn't help but to go 'Awww'. (in my heart of course, not literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that that moment was dramatic yet very emotional. They were so united that it just puts a smile on your face automatically whenever you see them. I think this essence of unity is really important in order for a team to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the teams here have a lot to pick up from them. From the showmanship to the unity right to the determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just witnessed today was truly inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7853065612926847661?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7853065612926847661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7853065612926847661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7853065612926847661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7853065612926847661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/03/unity.html' title='Unity.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-7970186503202270380</id><published>2009-03-16T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:43:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charm Cheerleading Championships 2009</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again. CHARM is organising its' third annual cheerleading championships at Cineleisure Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to drop by there and not miss the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, international teams from Philippines and Thailand will be participating as well. So, it's definitely gonna be a very interesting event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are taken from the Sense Around booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313452994946885618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tWNaLZ_I/AAAAAAAABtM/-EPsPhNLc9k/s400/P3151160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tW6bdpcI/AAAAAAAABtc/AzOLMUkHFB4/s1600-h/P3151163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313453007031870914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tW6bdpcI/AAAAAAAABtc/AzOLMUkHFB4/s400/P3151163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tWl1zVII/AAAAAAAABtU/Q_vFVzXIw6Y/s1600-h/P3151161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313453001505199234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tWl1zVII/AAAAAAAABtU/Q_vFVzXIw6Y/s400/P3151161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313452982567668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tVfSviyI/AAAAAAAABtE/p9RUguxcUHc/s400/P3141157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Details are as above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll see you guys there! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-7970186503202270380?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7970186503202270380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=7970186503202270380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7970186503202270380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/7970186503202270380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/03/charm-cheerleading-championships-2009.html' title='Charm Cheerleading Championships 2009'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sb0tWNaLZ_I/AAAAAAAABtM/-EPsPhNLc9k/s72-c/P3151160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2834630573287949906</id><published>2009-03-10T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:07:02.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Jasmine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I figured that I left the picture of my feet hanging at the top of my blog long enough. It's time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pyramid last night to celebrate Jasmine's 21st. The initial plan was to go to The Curve but since it was already kinda late, we decided to opt for somewhere nearer. Dined at Itallianese, ambience was too quiet. We practically owned the whole level. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Old Town after that to chat some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383025994671250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSuKJzpJI/AAAAAAAABrs/FxhneWm5EFo/s400/P09-03-09_23.04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383024630029922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSuFEc3mI/AAAAAAAABr0/Xj_4N1elojg/s400/P09-03-09_23.05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383034400875746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSupeAJOI/AAAAAAAABsE/SSfG2-2zWaM/s400/P09-03-09_23.06.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; Aman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383995080763170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXTmkR75yI/AAAAAAAABsU/YcoNb7BfgqE/s400/P09-03-09_23.19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; Laveen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311396474007038130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXe875zqLI/AAAAAAAABs8/k4y-3Bt5fVA/s400/P09-03-09_23.06%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383028271925330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSuSovyFI/AAAAAAAABr8/tVICl3oJ7Mk/s400/P09-03-09_23.05%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383999119493122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXTmzU2CAI/AAAAAAAABsc/vsu_dczR9tw/s400/P09-03-09_23.23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wanted a group picture so we called the waiter to help us snap. Turned out he had shaky hands :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383038917028498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSu6SvKpI/AAAAAAAABsM/vhu6d1EPGyw/s400/P09-03-09_23.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384005783623154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXTnMJslfI/AAAAAAAABsk/86m8WDONEc4/s400/P09-03-09_23.28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two pictures below are self-timer shots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384008779699906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXTnXUBFsI/AAAAAAAABss/Dya-Nyj5l14/s400/P09-03-09_23.59%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384013601113714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXTnpRiBnI/AAAAAAAABs0/JZeZ-v_EPW4/s400/P10-03-09_00.00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once again, Happy 21st Birthday Jazzie! I hope you enjoyed your night and presents :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2834630573287949906?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2834630573287949906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2834630573287949906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2834630573287949906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2834630573287949906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-21st-jasmine.html' title='Happy 21st Jasmine!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SbXSuKJzpJI/AAAAAAAABrs/FxhneWm5EFo/s72-c/P09-03-09_23.04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-1744325195992616701</id><published>2009-03-05T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:36:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch :(</title><content type='html'>Let's play a guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which side of my foot got sprained and swelled up like a ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sa9BnGoNmnI/AAAAAAAABrk/Vd1Ls3GxDdg/s1600-h/P05-03-09_01.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309534625743084146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sa9BnGoNmnI/AAAAAAAABrk/Vd1Ls3GxDdg/s400/P05-03-09_01.14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No prize for guessing correctly though because I think it's pretty obvious based on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this when I miss my kakak, cos she would always help me rub sloan on the swollen ankle whenever I complained of the pain. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-1744325195992616701?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1744325195992616701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=1744325195992616701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1744325195992616701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/1744325195992616701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch :('/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/Sa9BnGoNmnI/AAAAAAAABrk/Vd1Ls3GxDdg/s72-c/P05-03-09_01.14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-5501145115765715916</id><published>2009-03-04T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:30:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Framed.</title><content type='html'>Today I got accused for something I did not do. In other words, I got framed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was attending a class today and somehow this class entertains me because of the lecturer. Her English is not very good, therefore when she speaks, she tends to make mistakes. In fact, a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the mistakes are tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she speaks like that, she has to understand that it is really difficult for us students to refrain from giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, she said something which tickled my funny bone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about globalisation and it somehow ended up to some countries with natural disasters, many dead bodies, dig up a hole, throw them in, crenemate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cremate turned to crenemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then obviously I couldn't help it but to smile. Even before I giggled, she started accusing my friends and I for distracting her from teaching! She said that this is the non-verbal communication type of distraction. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even told my family about what she said in the previous class and they all agreed it was funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralyze turned to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parallel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how not to laugh! (Or at least smile!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-5501145115765715916?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5501145115765715916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=5501145115765715916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5501145115765715916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/5501145115765715916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/03/framed.html' title='Framed.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4713386709199779882</id><published>2009-02-27T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:27:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy people.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry due to being stuck with my bunch of classmates in uni. To be honest, the first day I entered my class, I was sceptical about how would I be able to survive the 3 years with them in order to complete my degree programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I had a very high 'ego' and I refused to talk to anyone unless spoken to first. Things didn't get easier for me based on the fact that 90% of them were guys and came from very different backgrounds. Many of whom were foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks or so, I finally got to know this bunch a little bit better though the feeling of discomfort was somehow still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our breaks, we would all go down to the cafeteria and play spin the bottle after Leeman finished his Red Bull. It was indeed quite a creative way to break the ice among us, although most of the questions were inappropriate. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disadvantage of being one of the few girls in my class is getting 'bullied' by them. They would hide my pencil case, wallet, handphone, bottle (and anything else visible to their eyes) and only return it to me upon the end of class. (It's not funny okay) There was also once when &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;took my handphone case and threw it to another friend, and it landed on the floor! I thought my handphone was in it so I screamed! I was so scared I didn't know whether to laugh or cry (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be what happened just yesterday. We walked over to Summit to have lunch at McD's. There was some leftover fries and guess what did they do to that poor packet of fries? They put it inside a white paper bag and wrote my number and name on it and the message was somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If found please return it to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Florence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;016-*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Be my hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right. I'm speechless as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, some random fella texted me, 'I have found ur fries wat do I do wid it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started suspecting everybody in the class because I thought the guys might have used somebody's number to pull a prank on me. They said it wasn't them and asked me to reply back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, 'throw it away hahah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the reply came back, 'So sad. I tot I could take it to u and meet u'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what my friends have done to me! Crazy bunch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, I'm still sceptical about the 3 years, though very much less. I think I can survive la. (But that doesn't give you guys the right to continue bullying me ah! I might just unleash my anger one fine day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307164783218885490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SabWQHQ5g3I/AAAAAAAABrU/sCKB0qcH-m4/s400/angrysparta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4713386709199779882?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4713386709199779882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4713386709199779882' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4713386709199779882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4713386709199779882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-people.html' title='Crazy people.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SabWQHQ5g3I/AAAAAAAABrU/sCKB0qcH-m4/s72-c/angrysparta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-6837416930679531647</id><published>2009-02-21T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:34:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have PCS.</title><content type='html'>Yes, a syndrome. PCS for precordial catch syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I was devastated when I found out I had this syndrome. I didn't know what to do...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Wikipedia, or else I would have thought I was abnormal/dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Precordial_catch_syndrome"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt; to find out what is this about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-6837416930679531647?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6837416930679531647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=6837416930679531647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6837416930679531647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/6837416930679531647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-pcs.html' title='I have PCS.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2184071704139542295</id><published>2009-02-17T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:16:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children having children?</title><content type='html'>Got this from an e-mail. Thought it might be an interesting read for those of you who have not read it in the newspaper yet! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby-faced boy Alfie Patten is father at 13&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BOY dad Alfie Patten yesterday admitted he does not know how much nappies cost — but said: “I think it’s a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;Baby-faced Alfie, who is 13 but looks more like eight, became a father four days ago when his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman gave birth to 7lb 3oz Maisie Roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;He told how he and Chantelle, 15, decided against an abortion after discovering she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;The shy lad, whose voice has not yet broken, said: “I thought it would be good to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t think about how we would afford it. I don’t really get pocket money. My dad sometimes gives me 10.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303767289512002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZrEP86zBXI/AAAAAAAABqs/SWdYZuGbawM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Little family ... Alfie, Chantelle and baby Maisie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Thompson Alfie, who is just 4ft tall, added: “When my mum found out, I thought I was going to get in trouble. We wanted to have the baby but were worried how people would react.&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and care for it.”&lt;br /&gt;Alfie's story, broken exclusively by The Sun today has sparked a huge political storm with Tory leader David Cameron saying: "When I saw these pictures this morning, I just thought how worrying that in Britain today children are having children.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that somehow these children grow up into responsible parents but the truth is parenthood is just not something they should be thinking about right now."&lt;br /&gt;Secret&lt;br /&gt;PM Gordon Brown refused to comment directly on the story but said it was important that the Government did all it could to prevent teenage pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;Alfie’s dad Dennis yesterday told how the lad does not really understand the enormity of his situation — but seemed desperate to be a devoted and responsible father.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to be the first to hold Maisie after the hospital birth. He tenderly kisses the baby and gives her a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;And Dennis, 45, said: “He could have shrugged his shoulders and sat at home on his Playstation. But he has been at the hospital every day.”&lt;br /&gt;Maisie was conceived after Chantelle and Alfie — just 12 at the time — had a single night of unprotected sex.&lt;br /&gt;They found out about the baby when Chantelle was 12 weeks pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;But they kept it a secret until six weeks later when Chantelle’s mum Penny, 38, became suspicious about her weight gain and confronted her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303767291750424370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZrEQFQenzI/AAAAAAAABq0/dGkdDOYNngw/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Devoted ... Alfie holds and cuddles Maisie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Thompson After that Alfie’s family told only those closest to them for fear he would be “demonised” at school.&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle gave birth to Maisie on Monday night after a five-hour labour at Eastbourne Hospital, East Sussex.&lt;br /&gt;Last night she told The Sun: “I’m tired after the birth. I was nervous after going into labour but otherwise I was quite excited.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.uk.doubleclick.net/adj/news.thesun.co.uk/mainhomepage;pos=mpu;sz=300x250;tile=2;bl=No;ord=1234760834407?" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chantelle told how she discovered she was expecting after going to her GP with “really bad” stomach pains. She said: “Me and Alfie went. The doctor asked me whether we had sex. I said yes and he said I should do a pregnancy test. He did the test and said I was pregnant. I started crying and didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;“He said I should tell my mum but I was too scared.&lt;br /&gt;“We didn’t think we would need help from our parents. You don’t really think about that when you find out you are pregnant. You just think your parents will kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;But Penny figured out what was going on after buying Chantelle a T-shirt which revealed her swelling tum.&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle admitted she and Alfie — who are both being supported by their parents — would be accused of being grossly irresponsible. She said: “We know we made a mistake but I wouldn’t change it now. We will be good loving parents.&lt;br /&gt;“I have started a church course and I am going to do work experience helping other young mums.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be a great mum and Alfie will be a great dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303769592921701586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZrGWBydvNI/AAAAAAAABrE/CK5b1uXVwEM/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Caring ... Alfie bottle feeds his little daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Thompson Chantelle and Maisie were released from hospital yesterday. They are living with Penny, Chantelle’s jobless dad Steve, 43, and her five brothers in a rented council house in Eastbourne. The family live on benefits. Alfie, who lives on an estate across town with mum Nicola, 43, spends most of his time at the Steadmans’ house.&lt;br /&gt;He is allowed to stay overnight and even has a school uniform there so he can go straight to his classes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Alfie’s dad, who is separated from Nicola, believes the lad is scared deep down.&lt;br /&gt;He said: “Everyone is telling him things and it’s going round in his head. It hasn’t really dawned on him. He hasn’t got a clue of what the baby means and can’t explain how he feels. All he knows is mum and dad will help.&lt;br /&gt;“When you mention money his eyes look away. And she is reliant on her mum and dad. It’s crazy. They have no idea what lies ahead.”&lt;br /&gt;Dennis, who works for a vehicle recovery firm, described Alfie as “a typical 13-year-old boy”.&lt;br /&gt;He said: “He loves computer games, boxing and Manchester United.” Dennis, who has fathered nine kids, told how he was “gobsmacked” when he discovered Alfie was to be a dad, too.&lt;br /&gt;He said: “When I spoke to him he started crying. He said it was the first time he’d had sex, that he didn’t know what he was doing and of the complications that could come.&lt;br /&gt;“I will talk to him again and it will be the birds and the bees talk. Some may say it’s too late but he needs to understand so there is not another baby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle’s mum said: “I told her it was lovely to have the baby but I wish it was in different circumstances. We have five children already so it’s a big financial responsibility. But we are a family and will pull together and get through.&lt;br /&gt;“She’s my daughter. I love her and she will want for nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;Last night Michaela Aston, of the anti-abortion Christian charity LIFE, said: “We commend these teenagers for their courage in bringing their child into the world.&lt;br /&gt;“At the same time this is symptomatic of the over-sexualisation of our youngsters and shows the policy of value-free sex education just isn’t working.”&lt;br /&gt;Today Sussex Police and the local council's children services said they have investigated the case and pledged continued support for the young parents.&lt;br /&gt;Britain’s youngest known father is Sean Stewart. He became a dad at 12 when the girl next door, 15-year-old Emma Webster, gave birth in Sharnbrook, Bedford, in 1998. They split six months later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2184071704139542295?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2184071704139542295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2184071704139542295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2184071704139542295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2184071704139542295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/children-having-children.html' title='Children having children?'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZrEP86zBXI/AAAAAAAABqs/SWdYZuGbawM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2312610842301162067</id><published>2009-02-16T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:22:54.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J &amp; K + 8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My current favourite TV show in the mornings is Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus Eight. It's totally cute. It revolves around a family of 10 and what normally goes on in their home. The couple has a pair of twins, Madelyn and Cara. Madelyn is the sarcastic and funny one, while Cara is more of the reserved type. The couple decided to try for another one but ended up having sextuplets! Three girls and three boys. And they are all too adorable! They just make you go &lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt; and it really puts a smile on your face just by watching them on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom had to go for liposuction with all those excess fats at her tummy after birth. Now she looks so hot you cannot even tell she is a mother of eight kids. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mum, Kate is definitely the one who feels the stress most of the time and she is really strict with the kids. Jon, on the other hand, loves playing with his kids. There was this episode where the kids were playing dress up and then Kate told them that it was enough and they should pack everything up and get to bed. Jon retorted back by saying, 'It's only 6, party pooper!' Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was this other scene where Jon went rollerblading with the twins leaving the rest behind at home. His wife yelled at him 'Jon! You can't leave the kids behind like that!' Then she turned to the camera and said, 'Sometimes I wonder if I had 9 kids, now I know the answer.' HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250917817053874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZjunKc_8rI/AAAAAAAABqM/nbVVo01zS7o/s400/Picture_2.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Them on the Oprah Winfrey show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250921238911826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZjunXM1W1I/AAAAAAAABqU/INAbnxpmKp4/s400/gosselins_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250927567874274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZjunuxxqOI/AAAAAAAABqk/fl4T8J0Qpqo/s400/jon-kate-plus8-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250921320643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZjunXgUe8I/AAAAAAAABqc/um3-0LmHqEg/s400/jon_kate_eight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't you just feel like grabbing all of them and pinching their cheeks? Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2312610842301162067?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2312610842301162067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2312610842301162067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2312610842301162067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2312610842301162067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-k-8.html' title='J &amp; K + 8.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SZjunKc_8rI/AAAAAAAABqM/nbVVo01zS7o/s72-c/Picture_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-99919034281653326</id><published>2009-02-10T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:08:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day is approaching. To all the couples out there, it's just another excuse to celebrate love. Don't get me wrong, I think Valentines Day is perfectly fine if not really sweet when you watch couples celebrating this day. It's just that, being single at this time does indeed suck. I'm trying really hard to put this in a right way, trying not to sound desperate. Hahah. I think if I were really desperate to get a partner, I would have so &lt;em&gt;layaned &lt;/em&gt;those messages which typically go, 'Hi, my name is XXX, I'm from KL, mind to b frens?' But thank God I have not reached that point, so please refrain from labelling me as a despo, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess those cliche lines about 'Who cares if you're single? Go celebrate it with your girl friends instead!' doesn't really work on me because somehow I think that's just...ah, I can't seem to find the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who shall not be named, recently asked me, "So tell me, what's your type of ideal guy?" Before I could open my mouth to answer, the friend continued, "And please don't tell me ang moh or whatever ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I don't think I have an answer to that question yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I'll get through that coming day like how I got through it over the years. Well, at least there is something I can be glad about, I get to skip the part of needing to spend money or worry over what would be the perfect gift to get for my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone, whether you like it or hate it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-99919034281653326?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/99919034281653326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=99919034281653326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/99919034281653326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/99919034281653326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3560308639328776462</id><published>2009-02-03T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:34:45.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things you ought (or would like) to know about me!</title><content type='html'>AmandaDeNotSoInnocentOne tagged me in FB. Decided to post it here as well since my blog is lacking updates if you hadn't noticed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dislike doing tags but I'm doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to be very afraid of clowns. Dont ask why, I'm still trying to figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to sing and dance in the shower because that's the only time I can pretend to be a superstar! heh.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a mini crush on a local celebrity. *giggles like an annoying teen who's in love*&lt;br /&gt;5. I watched 'Bride Wars' last night with only 8 people in the cinema and that already includes myself, mum and my sister!&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't think I will ever get sick of Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have yet to see snow, so I would really like to experience it someday!&lt;br /&gt;8. Cancel snow in no.7, replace it with Disneyland. =)&lt;br /&gt;9. Like Amanda, I cannnot stand smokers.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate balloons.&lt;br /&gt;11. According to my friends, I tend to get "horny" when I see a cute ang moh. I obviously disagree. =p&lt;br /&gt;12. My ideal vacation is one where I can just kick back and relax at a beach and lay under the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;13. I used to be a really hunchback girl. My aunt would always slap me on the back to remind me to stand straight. It's gotten a whole lot better now although I still do hunch at times.&lt;br /&gt;14. I sometimes have feelings I cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;15. Before I sleep, I tend to get deep into thoughts, which will then lead to another thought, and another, and then I will forget what got me thinking in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm turning 21 this year and still have a curfew to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;17. I cannot stand guys who are overly egoistic. It's such a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;18. Life without a maid takes a lot of getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;19. I am ashamed for not knowing how to speak Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;20. If given the opportunity, I would definitely try bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;21. I still like Britney Spears no matter how crazy she gets.&lt;br /&gt;22. Sad to say, I cannot cook. (unless cooking instant noodles count then I can cook!) Then again, I was not taught how to cook before, so maybe I should pick it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;23. I admire girls who know how to beautify themselves effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;24. I still twirl my hair and it's a habit which I hope will eventually stop.&lt;br /&gt;25. I have a very sweet tooth and that explains my love for chocolates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3560308639328776462?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3560308639328776462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3560308639328776462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3560308639328776462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3560308639328776462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-ought-or-would-like-to.html' title='25 things you ought (or would like) to know about me!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4960227464189838933</id><published>2009-01-30T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:11:07.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Ox.</title><content type='html'>This will be an entry with only pictures and no words. Because I'm lazy like that. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297017511735437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJXLQDqbI/AAAAAAAABoU/UA9CbSXyF_c/s400/P1250493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJXWnRHdI/AAAAAAAABoc/-dohypeW-2I/s1600-h/P1250511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297017514785578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJXWnRHdI/AAAAAAAABoc/-dohypeW-2I/s400/P1250511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297017520288394834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJXrHPblI/AAAAAAAABok/ODv6-zy_Nts/s400/P1260537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297017524952349058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJX8fNuYI/AAAAAAAABos/46ADd9-y-84/s400/P1270583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297017525370390226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJX-C4htI/AAAAAAAABo0/jrXb22nuG04/s400/P1270600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297022380211069570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLNyjvGYoI/AAAAAAAABo8/5Ull9YTdofQ/s400/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297022379826222386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLNyiTWFTI/AAAAAAAABpE/ya-UigCTLS4/s400/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297022386034241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLNy5bc74I/AAAAAAAABpM/TuWj-kWdPvk/s400/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297022388317153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLNzB7vaPI/AAAAAAAABpU/Ged3KfZncC8/s400/Picture+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297022393007779362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLNzTaEriI/AAAAAAAABpc/lPhGqb1KJsM/s400/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297025296821790242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLQcU9SJiI/AAAAAAAABpk/L7ed7jLZzGU/s400/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297025303584401234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLQcuJnZ1I/AAAAAAAABp0/-ysB3mvkuDc/s400/Picture+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297025304266835522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLQcwsUhkI/AAAAAAAABp8/f_gU8jkReV8/s400/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297025303053510066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLQcsLCpbI/AAAAAAAABps/52tiuSOsk_U/s400/Picture+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 'Niu' Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4960227464189838933?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4960227464189838933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4960227464189838933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4960227464189838933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4960227464189838933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-ox.html' title='Year of the Ox.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SYLJXLQDqbI/AAAAAAAABoU/UA9CbSXyF_c/s72-c/P1250493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8482472304681718805</id><published>2009-01-25T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:46:02.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have not been updating much. Let's just say my holidays so far have been treating me well! =)&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I am really psyched about CNY! Yay! Awesome! Woohoo! Whee! (Just to prove how excited I am. Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the family had spring cleaning in the house and I literally broke a chair! Hahha. I was using that chair as a platform to climb onto another chair and the short chair broke causing a huge hole right in the middle! Oh my. This is definitely a sign telling me to watch what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad brought us out for a nice family dinner and a really last minute shopping at Pyramid. Finding for an empty parking lot there was a breeze. I love it when people 'balik kampung'. Everything is suddenly so peaceful. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, if you didn't already know, I'm local. My dad's from PJ, mum's from Cheras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into the festive mood I even painted my nails red!&lt;br /&gt;I am also craving for 'bak gua' but mum said it is so expensive she has decided to boycott it this year. "-_-&lt;br /&gt;How can?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What's CNY without 'bak gua' right!&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a book without words, pen without ink, &lt;s&gt;Britney without panties&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy CNY people! Gong Hei Fatt Choi!! May you get loads of ang paos this year! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8482472304681718805?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8482472304681718805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8482472304681718805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8482472304681718805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8482472304681718805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!!'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-4254687733423194693</id><published>2009-01-18T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:52:43.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False alarm.</title><content type='html'>I just checked my e-mail a couple of minutes ago and got a notification from FB informing that someone has just added me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The e-mail content was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi...r u flower a.k.a Florence tat met in Euphoria? I'm james =) hopefully i'm not adding the wrong person =) ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the smiley faces: there were two of it! (He must be really happy at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged on to my FB to see how this James person look like, I realized he found out soon enough that I was not the flower he was searching for because the friend request was not there anymore. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have gotten so excited to have thought he found his flower but then it ended up being a false alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been told a couple of times I have a clubber look. What is that supposed to mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally confess that I don't go clubbing, they will go, 'Sure or not...?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes la I'm sure okay. I quote Jeremy/Jon: 'Bluff you for what? Got money ar?' Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for dinner. Makan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S CNY's coming! And I have not done any shopping. How can this be?! Oh noes. This calls for an emergency!! Shall go out tomorrow. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Wah I can foresee that I will put on weight cum this festive season. How to avoid all those CNY cookies you tell me? They usually come in such small sizes, I am sure my mind will tell me 'It's okay, a bite or two won't hurt.' Then by the time I know it, I am gonna finish everything up in the jar.&lt;br /&gt;People who don't want me finishing their food: please keep it a distance away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who still love me: please tell me to stop when you see me munching uncontrollably. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-4254687733423194693?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4254687733423194693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=4254687733423194693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4254687733423194693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/4254687733423194693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/false-alarm.html' title='False alarm.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-3781856363370077801</id><published>2009-01-14T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:26:27.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double madness.</title><content type='html'>Yay. Today is a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stress-free because I am off from classes for about a month. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;SEGi should really do something about the parking though. It's madness. So many cars, so little space. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go for a Jap buffet at Mont Kiara called Tenji cos they are having a promotion and the pictures looked really tempting. Called them up but they said they're fully booked, right up till the 19th even though the promotion ends on the 15th! Madness again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really make use of my holidays before classes resume again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to cheerleading practice now! Bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Heh. I should really stop with the double and triple thing in the title. How annoying I am. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-3781856363370077801?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3781856363370077801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=3781856363370077801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3781856363370077801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/3781856363370077801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-madness.html' title='Double madness.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-8947560458735796235</id><published>2009-01-07T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:29:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple S.</title><content type='html'>I am in a state where I am sad, stressed, and self-conscious all at once. Great, what a combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stressed? Assignments, loans, and exams, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sad? Oh, I don't even wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why self-conscious? Because I currently talk like I have a short tongue. There's an ulcer on my tongue and it just makes speaking and chewing/tasting my food so difficult! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to wallow in self-pity, nor am I asking for sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I trying to prove? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Forget it. 14th Jan, please arrive ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-8947560458735796235?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8947560458735796235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=8947560458735796235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8947560458735796235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/8947560458735796235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2009/01/triple-s.html' title='Triple S.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36230148.post-2592592262800021078</id><published>2008-12-31T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:26:53.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing to Pavilion &amp; Kenko.</title><content type='html'>As if the title wasn't obvious enough, let me repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum decided to bring the entire family out for hang kai at Pavilion because she has not been there before since it existed. The parking fee at Pavilion is insane, I still wonder why people are so willing to park there. (Dad included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just pretty much loitered around the mall, with Fiona bugging the parents to quickly search for a restaurant cos her stomach was growling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I guess I am still having the Mamma Mia! fever because each time we saw an ang moh, I would stop and say to Sarah, 'Look! That's [insert cast name] over there!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah bought it for the first time I played that trick. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we settled at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng for dinner. I actually prefer Kim Gary's to Wong Kok but dad seem to favour Wong Kok so much more until he even signed up for a membership card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuKiRKd0I/AAAAAAAABkg/6aI7bbr1krc/s1600-h/PC270434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285165658739996482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuKiRKd0I/AAAAAAAABkg/6aI7bbr1krc/s400/PC270434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view was amazing. We could actually see the Twin Towers from the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after dinner, Fiona &amp;amp; I headed to Kenko Fish Spa to pamper our feet! Lol. The fish spa treatment was complimentary thanks to hunky Mr Low Shermund for giving me vouchers. Hehe. Thanks ya! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285855787344937858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SVsh1TqjQ4I/AAAAAAAACbs/rLCZvm1QqBM/s400/PC270454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285165677896291090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuLpoYUxI/AAAAAAAABkw/udir-3xTUxY/s400/PC270459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were requested to wash and scrub our feet beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285165685687287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuMGp5gCI/AAAAAAAABk4/dsv9g-I0aPY/s400/PC270467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture of Fiona's leg. It looks damn gross right. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I honestly don't know if it was due to kiasu-ness or what but she got used to it like super fast okay! I, on the other hand, was struggling so bad to keep both my feet underwater. It was such a tingling sensation, I had to withdraw my legs every 3 seconds or so on the first few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faces after getting used to the ticklish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285165700185740754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuM8qmVdI/AAAAAAAABlA/IWs_VGQMF9U/s400/PC270483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446989544873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SVmuCJL63vI/AAAAAAAABlQ/mpHudzHtWiE/s400/PC270485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446981735252610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SVmuBsF9goI/AAAAAAAABlI/MrBnYL6bbkQ/s400/PC270474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A fish jumped out from the water. Mum and Dad were so mean. They commented that the fish couldn't take the odour of our feet so it decided to commit suicide. Hahah. Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285447006747320978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SVmuDJRTYpI/AAAAAAAABlo/T4wVEskna78/s400/PC270512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This section was where they kept larger fishes. Surprisingly, it was not as ticklish as the smaller ones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446999678279634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SVmuCu76X9I/AAAAAAAABlY/FO57MoV8t9Y/s400/PC270490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kenko's layout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285862028911377218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YPUXce8NIHM/SVsngnT8-0I/AAAAAAAACb0/orseTxKTOMU/s400/PC270531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285471561742750914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SVnEYbwbFMI/AAAAAAAABlw/zZzndEHd0_o/s400/PC270536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Overall, I would say it was a fun experience! Go try it and get tickled hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how the year 2008 is ending in less than a few hours. Nevertheless, I am definitely looking forward in ushering the new year with a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2009 everyone!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36230148-2592592262800021078?l=freakishlyflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2592592262800021078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36230148&amp;postID=2592592262800021078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2592592262800021078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36230148/posts/default/2592592262800021078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freakishlyflo.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing-to-pavilion-kenko.html' title='Outing to Pavilion &amp; Kenko.'/><author><name>Florence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11069265662622916113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SmM-JdbNVsI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Ow31EOseC7o/S220/editIMG_0591.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJw4fQpjMcs/SViuKiRKd0I/AAAAAAAABkg/6aI7bbr1krc/s72-c/PC270434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
