<?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-1127062957471885230</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:26:52.074+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Favourite'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Its a PARRTTYYYYY'/><category term='Uncertain'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Complains'/><category term='Current Mood'/><category term='Adverts'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Weather Report'/><category term='Fears'/><category term='Song of The Moment'/><category term='TAGGED'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Project 365'/><category term='Orion'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Law'/><category term='Interesting Topic'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Drink till U DroP'/><category term='News'/><category term='Yum Yum'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Acute Critique</title><subtitle type='html'>A memoir of me, myself and i.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4564312335802019944</id><published>2011-05-06T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:10:35.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a very angry story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely tell you that i am a VERY loyal user for this VERY famous M***s telco company in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can tell you that i have started using this telco services back then when i have gotten my FIRST mobile, which is in year 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fregging 10 years OK! 10 f*cking years and this is how you retain your LOYAL customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My credit limit is RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an overdue in March for a fregging RM115 and April around RM100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY DO YOU FREGGING CUT-OFF MY LINE WHEN IT HAVE NOT REACH MY LIMIT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make the payment TODAY after work around 6pm ++ at Puchong branch and wtf, my line kena barred!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, once i receive the sms notification for payment it will take &lt;b&gt;3 days&lt;/b&gt; to cut off the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i received the message on May 4, 2011 at 10.27am. &lt;b&gt;WHY THE F*CK YOU CUT MY LINE ON MAY 6, 2011?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn dulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M***s! You just lost a long term client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am switching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely switching to another telco!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**k u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4564312335802019944?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4564312335802019944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4564312335802019944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4564312335802019944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4564312335802019944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/05/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6481373806062301099</id><published>2011-01-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:43:00.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Day whatever.</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i only lasted up to day three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up this morning to a sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, sooner or later our elders will leave one by one. At least, he is in a better place now. May you rest in peace Grandpa. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6481373806062301099?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6481373806062301099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6481373806062301099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6481373806062301099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6481373806062301099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-whatever.html' title='Day whatever.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1487226949178255278</id><published>2011-01-03T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:44:07.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>Talk to Me by Sunlounger ft. Zara.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps a double entry today. Just to share the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Working day of the Year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*instill more optimism into my brains*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/AyFvoawveq0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyFvoawveq0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="462" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyFvoawveq0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1487226949178255278?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1487226949178255278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1487226949178255278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1487226949178255278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1487226949178255278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-to-me-by-sunlounger-ft-zara.html' title='Talk to Me by Sunlounger ft. Zara.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3828884465655270951</id><published>2011-01-03T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:34:44.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Day 3.</title><content type='html'>The net is a little unstable. Kept disconnecting within 20 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i am writing this on notepad. Save me all the trouble of losing the draft and forgetting what i had intended to write for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a depressing dream. I dreamt that i have lost my wallet, by "smartly" left the whole handbag on the chair in a cafe; outdoor seating no less. Then i lost my company's van. And the robbers' left their old wonky van in return. Even it was an old wonky van, it had a mini laptop in it wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all of that was in the same dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first fight for 2011 happened. It was such a petty thing that when i started writing this post, it seemed so menial. Okay, whatever. I'm starving to the brink of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSGlSwqK-KI/AAAAAAAABjE/SWsuEjNY9z0/s1600/dickens_dream_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSGlSwqK-KI/AAAAAAAABjE/SWsuEjNY9z0/s1600/dickens_dream_600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from : Robert W. Buss - Dickens' Dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3828884465655270951?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3828884465655270951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3828884465655270951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3828884465655270951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3828884465655270951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3.html' title='Day 3.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSGlSwqK-KI/AAAAAAAABjE/SWsuEjNY9z0/s72-c/dickens_dream_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5403887662359110082</id><published>2011-01-02T23:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:57:35.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Day 2.</title><content type='html'>Hello there again. I'm fine thank you. Seems like it has not wear off yet isn't it? So we shall see how long i can last. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, what have you done, for the past 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new look for my blog &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*wipe off few inches thick dusts*&lt;/span&gt; perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why i chose the design. The patches in different tones of red is like pieces of my Life. It is not a perfect piece of ... Be right back. Something urgent came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*1 hour later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. The design. It was one of the many design templates that Blogger came up with and this caught my fancy, for the moment. It's quilt-like design and it reminds me of my Life. Each patch tells a story, of a different time, a different place and different people involved in my Life. Each one are different from each other, be it a happy moment, or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like to reminisce after the incident is over. I do that too. But most of all, i try to savor the moment and try not to feel any regrets later, on a different time and a different patch of my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are said easier than done. Once more, i shall see how long i can last. So long, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I miss this thinner version of me. T____T &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*boohoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSCuXfyg4fI/AAAAAAAABjA/ST7OpQnGfpA/s1600/ME1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSCuXfyg4fI/AAAAAAAABjA/ST7OpQnGfpA/s1600/ME1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5403887662359110082?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5403887662359110082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5403887662359110082&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5403887662359110082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5403887662359110082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSCuXfyg4fI/AAAAAAAABjA/ST7OpQnGfpA/s72-c/ME1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-742191675631297644</id><published>2011-01-01T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:03:49.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Day 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSA-AYr2GSI/AAAAAAAABi4/I2r1RaIz5N8/s1600/happy-new-year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSA-AYr2GSI/AAAAAAAABi4/I2r1RaIz5N8/s320/happy-new-year.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is again Day 1 of a brand new year. So instead of starting with "planning" a resolution, why don't i just jump in and do all the work instead? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot guess what is the first resolution of the year, well you're a wee bit slow aren't you? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, happy new year peeps ~ Be Merry, Be Jolly and Enjoy the Ride~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-742191675631297644?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/742191675631297644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=742191675631297644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/742191675631297644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/742191675631297644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1.html' title='Day 1.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TSA-AYr2GSI/AAAAAAAABi4/I2r1RaIz5N8/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6195179273662706380</id><published>2010-11-19T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:28:10.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Nineteenth.</title><content type='html'>With a few blinks, it is now the 19th of the month. With less than 10 weeks of 2010, i ponder what have i done thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing impressive really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched my mind for any substantial memories to be written down, but none too significant to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is, when you are busy, nothing sticks to your brains i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMME MY MEMORIES BACK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6195179273662706380?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6195179273662706380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6195179273662706380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6195179273662706380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6195179273662706380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/11/nineteenth.html' title='Nineteenth.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-257030988144425099</id><published>2010-11-08T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:14:33.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>24 hours a day is just not enough.</title><content type='html'>Time flies ain't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is already 8th of November 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looking back my last post was written in September. : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-257030988144425099?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/257030988144425099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=257030988144425099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/257030988144425099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/257030988144425099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/11/24-hours-day-is-just-not-enough.html' title='24 hours a day is just not enough.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6303399343341418166</id><published>2010-09-22T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:16:31.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>If you could have it,</title><content type='html'>would you have it all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now a full-time student. With a freelance job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my right i felt free, finally i can continue my studies and have a freelance job, all at my own time without being scrutinized at my office if i bring assignments to work, no need to hide here and there to avoid the multiple cctvs in the store, do not need to ask for help nor owe everyone working with me a favor by this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my left, i felt useless. Coped at home daily, calculating whether tomorrow i have enough money to pay for tolls, parkings and a simple lunch outside. Cooking daily until i am so BORED about my own cookings, to the point where i surf the net daily for new recipes to try. I felt so unimportant as i do not have subordinates to ask for my help, consult me for decisions nor drop me some latest gossips in the workplace. I have too much free time that i am addicted to those waste of time games, addictive yet i know they are a waste of time, trying to throw them away but like a junkie, i am weak and constantly end up logging in and playing them once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being at home means i got to spend more time with my loved one, but more often than not, i am being reminded by his actions of how useless i am, too idle for my own good, and for him it is like 24 hours a day is indeed not enough for him to use, to work, and to earn money. Want to &lt;i&gt;manja&lt;/i&gt; also have to take number and stand in line. &lt;i&gt;le sigh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when i felt that i want to earn an income, wanna climb the corporate ladder, wanna get married, wanna be a mommy, but all this is being hinder by my never-ending studies. I really hope this time, i can bite my lips and brave through with no delays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the same time i have all this turmoils inside me, it is just like the saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandpa is getting weaker and weaker, usually i will see him for breakfast in the morning, he seemed fine, can talk, can walk, and got a lot of energy to scold people. But the last i saw him, he kept complaining that his head is constantly spinning, he spoke of things that i haven't got a clue, sounding a little senile. I really dunno what to do. I know he is old. I know somehow some time, people will leave us. But i think i am still in denial, unwilling to accept that he might just leave someday and that someday is very near. Although he is only my second favorite grandparent, i know that i am his favorite granddaughter. Though i know that i am his favorite, i kept myself away. I am not by his side everyday. I do not visit him everyday. My brother is the one at his side daily, to accompany him, to take care of him. Me leh? His favorite but kept myself away. I don't want to see him so weak. I don't want to hear him speaking nonsense. I don't want to see him deteriorating day by day. I want to think that he is well. That he still can walk, can talk, can scold people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of all, i think i am one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;f*cking useless bitch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6303399343341418166?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6303399343341418166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6303399343341418166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6303399343341418166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6303399343341418166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-could-have-it.html' title='If you could have it,'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8921502763761798163</id><published>2010-09-16T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:49:38.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TJGvwD3kdwI/AAAAAAAABis/IkO5PewN6YU/s1600/digi1malaysia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TJGvwD3kdwI/AAAAAAAABis/IkO5PewN6YU/s400/digi1malaysia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517384258712532738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Malaysia Day~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8921502763761798163?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8921502763761798163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8921502763761798163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8921502763761798163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8921502763761798163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/09/malaysia-day.html' title='Malaysia Day.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TJGvwD3kdwI/AAAAAAAABis/IkO5PewN6YU/s72-c/digi1malaysia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-283086148613526095</id><published>2010-09-06T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:16:31.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>LUCIFER (뮤직비디오) by SHINee.</title><content type='html'>It's Monday! Chase the blues away by &lt;i&gt;fengtaoing&lt;/i&gt; to this song. And it's dance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGosh! Taemin is so cute! MY eyes are following him around in the dance version video. Fangirl mode is totally ON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dance version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the original version of the music video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dww9UjJ4Dt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dww9UjJ4Dt8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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/1127062957471885230-283086148613526095?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/283086148613526095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=283086148613526095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/283086148613526095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/283086148613526095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/09/lucifer-by-shinee.html' title='LUCIFER (뮤직비디오) by SHINee.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5507800500732189430</id><published>2010-09-05T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:05:31.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Shoes.</title><content type='html'>These pictures have been lying in my draft for ages and i have put off blogging them for so looonngg.. What i have intended to put off for a while turns out to be a long forgotten agenda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got both shoes from Vincci. Was looking for a pair of working heels to match my work attire when i need to meet clients. So on a fine Saturday morning, we head out to Mid Valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6Pe-SGmjI/AAAAAAAABgs/pwqVEcOZh50/s1600/first-pair-mv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6Pe-SGmjI/AAAAAAAABgs/pwqVEcOZh50/s400/first-pair-mv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475971959206877746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1 - This pair is a gift. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Light velvety brown. Very pretty and quaint isn't it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6PeHurxXI/AAAAAAAABgk/FmCGZpDdwpg/s1600/second-pair-ioi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6PeHurxXI/AAAAAAAABgk/FmCGZpDdwpg/s400/second-pair-ioi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475971944562804082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2 - This pair i buy for myself. Very cheap leh! &lt;a href="http://www.padini.com/"&gt;Padini Holdings &lt;/a&gt;sale at IOI Mall. Original priced at RM79 but i got it for about RM20+. Don't quite remember the price. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;80% off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; leh, siao ah sure stock up first right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6PdnspDyI/AAAAAAAABgc/5xTyMEyfCqo/s1600/two-pairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6PdnspDyI/AAAAAAAABgc/5xTyMEyfCqo/s400/two-pairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475971935964303138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3 - Aerial view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6Pc7hwPtI/AAAAAAAABgU/FL74P5m3cAI/s1600/two-pairs-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6Pc7hwPtI/AAAAAAAABgU/FL74P5m3cAI/s400/two-pairs-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475971924107476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 - Front view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Abrupt end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5507800500732189430?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5507800500732189430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5507800500732189430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5507800500732189430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5507800500732189430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoes.html' title='Shoes.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_6Pe-SGmjI/AAAAAAAABgs/pwqVEcOZh50/s72-c/first-pair-mv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4221689245354322233</id><published>2010-09-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:42:53.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Cats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0zmIJ_QI/AAAAAAAABiU/g97u3HwRjTE/s1600/kitten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0zmIJ_QI/AAAAAAAABiU/g97u3HwRjTE/s400/kitten2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511197367519018242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0zMLRWDI/AAAAAAAABiM/iPzBmO6qTBc/s1600/kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0zMLRWDI/AAAAAAAABiM/iPzBmO6qTBc/s400/kitten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511197360552761394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0yhMj21I/AAAAAAAABiE/OvbpjfGrvZM/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0yhMj21I/AAAAAAAABiE/OvbpjfGrvZM/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511197349015444306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. I think they are cute too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untillllllllllllll they took a dump at your freshly cropped lawn. And coming back for more wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously speaking, or in this case typing, i am not here to offend any animal lovers, cat lovers, animal rights activists so forth. I am just ranting to my hearts content. This is my house, my lawn, my blog, my fingers and my mouth. Geddit? Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house is a double-storey link. Meaning, there will be a stretch of double-storeys stick to each other wall-to-wall and left-to-right. Mine was unfortunately right at the middle of the stretch. Why unfortunately? I'll elaborate more later. Living on my right is an elderly couple who's wife is taking care of their young grandchild. And on my left is a growing family, where i suspect the family do catering or cookery business for a living. Now, both of them are fine really, apart from the left family where their lawn is overwhelmed by many trees, plants and bushes whatnots. Sometimes, the overgrown (if i may call them here) garden kinda spill over to our place. Well, we are still ok with that as it does not really interrupt us nor caused any chaos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The UNfortunate part of being the middle of the stretch is... It is somewhat like the center of hangout place for the cats. I don't understand why they like my house so much seriously. They are everywhere. Sleeping under the car, in the drain, the wall in between both neighbor and i, wherever you can possibly think off, and they will be there. Not that i mind.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until they decide to leave little 'gifts' here and there and those 'gifts' emits pungent smells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gagggg*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, why SUCH CUTE LITTLE THING CAN PRODUCE SUCH SMELLY OUTPUTS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the video? So cute right? Do you feel that they are so cute after such smelly outputs? Huh? Huh????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DR5gBzcDN4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DR5gBzcDN4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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/1127062957471885230-4221689245354322233?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4221689245354322233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4221689245354322233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4221689245354322233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4221689245354322233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/09/cats.html' title='Cats.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THu0zmIJ_QI/AAAAAAAABiU/g97u3HwRjTE/s72-c/kitten2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3200180704783859871</id><published>2010-08-31T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:25:02.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THzX1z-TBLI/AAAAAAAABic/f04iznFma6c/s1600/malaysia_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THzX1z-TBLI/AAAAAAAABic/f04iznFma6c/s400/malaysia_flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511517363479184562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 53rd birthday Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3200180704783859871?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3200180704783859871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3200180704783859871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3200180704783859871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3200180704783859871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-malaysia.html' title='Happy Birthday Malaysia!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/THzX1z-TBLI/AAAAAAAABic/f04iznFma6c/s72-c/malaysia_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5173177898005805752</id><published>2010-08-23T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:32:11.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mid-term.</title><content type='html'>You know, it is always, let me emphasize that, ALWAYS during those stressful times that i will begin to blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid-term is next week. And i am struggling to get my notes and weekly submissions back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past weekend was spent on cleaning the home office, house, bedroom and the wardrobe. Then some short trips to the cooling mountain for some Hainan Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i kept saying in the past that "i am doomed" during such hours, this time i will not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5173177898005805752?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5173177898005805752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5173177898005805752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5173177898005805752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5173177898005805752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/08/mid-term.html' title='Mid-term.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2624342932733704318</id><published>2010-08-21T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:52:48.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>I Will Be Here by Tiesto &amp; Sneaky Sound System.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the person i hang-out with everyday, this song stuck in my head. I wonder how long it will last this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to pollute your brains. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-5mGwyhruo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-5mGwyhruo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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/1127062957471885230-2624342932733704318?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2624342932733704318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2624342932733704318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2624342932733704318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2624342932733704318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be-here-by-tiesto-sneaky-sound.html' title='I Will Be Here by Tiesto &amp; Sneaky Sound System.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-286933357089024267</id><published>2010-08-20T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:26:07.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Quiet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5mGxcjALI/AAAAAAAABhM/AFNtwoZu1Yg/s1600/quiet_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5mGxcjALI/AAAAAAAABhM/AFNtwoZu1Yg/s400/quiet_l.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507451660859015346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been exactly seventh week since i've started college. Again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that most of the current students are younger than me (duh) and most of them fair better in classes (super duh!). le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, please give me more strength in facing each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, i really want to rant it out now. They. Just. Could. Not. Seem. To. Shut. Their. Trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after nag, nag, nag and more nags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon. We're in college. Can't abide simple rule of shutting up when the lecturer in front is speaking? If you have such IMPORTANT thing to share, go out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuuuh. No. I am NOT speaking on behalf of the lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't want to learn, there are many others who paid dearly just to be able to get their tertiary education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-286933357089024267?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/286933357089024267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=286933357089024267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/286933357089024267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/286933357089024267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiet.html' title='Quiet!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5mGxcjALI/AAAAAAAABhM/AFNtwoZu1Yg/s72-c/quiet_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1064593570355401648</id><published>2010-07-30T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:33:30.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>HK - Macau.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Malaysia!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very sure i won't be missing you much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5nnpP79fI/AAAAAAAABhc/V9YSFYv0PcU/s1600/hong-kong-tourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5nnpP79fI/AAAAAAAABhc/V9YSFYv0PcU/s400/hong-kong-tourist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507453325105952242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HK! Here i come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5nSbUMDeI/AAAAAAAABhU/oYd32wElxN8/s1600/macau-city1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5nSbUMDeI/AAAAAAAABhU/oYd32wElxN8/s400/macau-city1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507452960588434914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruins of St. Paul! Wait for me! I'm sure you will. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1064593570355401648?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1064593570355401648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1064593570355401648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1064593570355401648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1064593570355401648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/hk-macau.html' title='HK - Macau.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TG5nnpP79fI/AAAAAAAABhc/V9YSFYv0PcU/s72-c/hong-kong-tourist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7983473320577834752</id><published>2010-07-20T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:18:43.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Wooosssaaahhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Mind  OVER  Matter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't MIND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it doesn't MATTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7983473320577834752?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7983473320577834752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7983473320577834752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7983473320577834752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7983473320577834752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/wooosssaaahhh.html' title='Wooosssaaahhh!!!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7623847735470241394</id><published>2010-07-19T02:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:47:19.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Alma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TENKBxn89yI/AAAAAAAABg8/_iCZenZsSfI/s1600/alma-short-film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 770px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TENKBxn89yI/AAAAAAAABg8/_iCZenZsSfI/s400/alma-short-film.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495317364683372322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohmaigosh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just watched the cutest, creepiest short film ever and let me tell you that is NOT good in the middle of the night at freaking 2am! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Freak-the-heck-outta me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The graphics were good, seriously good i tell you. Can compare to those of Pixar's. I was blog surfing and landed &lt;a href="http://nigelais.blogspot.com/2009/12/alma.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. At the sidebar there is this recommendation to watch this, hence i clicked on it. No regrets but freaky man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;::: Spoilers :::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Actually, from the first look at the store's entrance (&lt;i&gt;the window frame and door&lt;/i&gt;) it looked awfully like a monster's face isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The freakiest part was when the kid, Alma finally managed to enter the toy store, there is this girl puppet with a grin that reminds me of Joker's from Batman: The Dark Knight. You know, that signature Joker's grin that covers his scar? Cute and scary at the same time! Come to think of it, most of the toys have plump cheeks and big eyes, reminds me a little of Chuck from Child's Play too. You know, the toy that kills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And the horror is, after watching the whole clip, i realized that every child that come across the store could not help themselves being attracted to the store and end up turning into a doll themselves! And the wall opposite the store records down each child's name and i assumed that all of them have turned into a doll themselves. Horror! No wonder the little boy in bicycle kept cycle towards the door and keep knocking onto the door long after the door is tightly shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, watch it for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4749536"&gt;Alma&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/alma"&gt;Rodrigo Blaas&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after that, click &lt;a href="http://almashortfilm.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit their official site. :) Happy Monday everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Best watch in Fullscreen everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7623847735470241394?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7623847735470241394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7623847735470241394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7623847735470241394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7623847735470241394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma.html' title='Alma.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TENKBxn89yI/AAAAAAAABg8/_iCZenZsSfI/s72-c/alma-short-film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8278570720297514868</id><published>2010-07-16T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:35:58.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Starry Nights.</title><content type='html'>Don't know how to name this post, hence i just type what is the first thing that came into my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so i have finally started college. To those who don't know, college have been painfully draggy and a loooong journey (it still is!) for me and yet i am returning to it days, months or years, on and off. Hoping i will finally, finally someday be able to wear the black-squared hat, the signature black cape, a bouquet of flowers with the message "&lt;i&gt;Congratulations on your Graduation! We are so proud of you!&lt;/i&gt;" and holding the precious piece of paper in my hands. It was a dream come true for me to be able to attend college and i have screwed up once. The mistake was too painful, too big a penalty for me to bear, but i have to put on my brave face and face it. What is done, is done. No time to fret and since i have come a long way, this second chance may not come by anymore. I kept reminding myself daily to do my best. Wish me luck ok? For i have not been using my brains in such pressured conditions and intensity of my predicament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in this trying times, i live by this quote;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Every little thing i do today will help me shape the future i want&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8278570720297514868?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8278570720297514868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8278570720297514868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8278570720297514868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8278570720297514868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/starry-nights.html' title='Starry Nights.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3719242390440718626</id><published>2010-07-12T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:12:54.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Toy Story 3 in 3D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TEMxtLGwedI/AAAAAAAABg0/lolVQFtNKkg/s1600/toystory3-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TEMxtLGwedI/AAAAAAAABg0/lolVQFtNKkg/s400/toystory3-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495290622467144146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the toys are back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy is going to college, his baby sister is not so baby anymore and the toys felt that they have been neglected in a long, loooonnnggg time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read so many good reviews, tweets and blog posts on this and it builds up the anticipation when i finally did went and watch it, in 3D no less.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on a fine Sunday noon i &lt;i&gt;ajak&lt;/i&gt; my mom and my lil cousin brother and we head over to Pavilion. The queue was madness! That's the perils of NOT booking earlier and to queue on a snail-paced line.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And luckily (&lt;i&gt;unluckily?&lt;/i&gt;) we got our tickets after a 30 minutes queue. Alas, it was on the first line of seats. But i fear not, for GSC cinemas usually have this space between the screen and the first row of seats, so it is not so bad. Really not bad at all. At least we get to watch the show. Think about all those people lining up behind us who wanted to watch the same show at the same time? By then, tickets would have been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to summarize it all, i &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/"&gt;Pixar's&lt;/a&gt; short films to bits. Okok. I love the main show too, but i think i have higher expectations on their short films prior to the show more. &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/shorts/d&amp;amp;n/index.html"&gt;Day &amp;amp; Night&lt;/a&gt; is awesome, but in my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of hearts, the &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/shorts/omb/index.html"&gt;One Man Band&lt;/a&gt; is still my favorite. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3719242390440718626?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3719242390440718626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3719242390440718626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3719242390440718626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3719242390440718626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/toy-story-3-in-3d.html' title='Toy Story 3 in 3D.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/TEMxtLGwedI/AAAAAAAABg0/lolVQFtNKkg/s72-c/toystory3-poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6494807415104980779</id><published>2010-07-06T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:45:47.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>do you deal with &lt;i&gt;aimlessness&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of late, i have been quite '&lt;i&gt;floaty&lt;/i&gt;'. Nothing seems to be interesting to me, no new books caught my attention, and even my most &lt;i&gt;favoritest&lt;/i&gt; thing to do to waste time seems to be a bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what have i turn into???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i wanted to inject some positivity into my blood stream, it did not have the usual pick-me-ups. does that make sense to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i have attended quite a few meet-ups and gatherings of sorts, my views and opinions are mediocre. have i turned into a mediocrity? that was the last thing i wanted to be actually. during school days, i was a mediocre student. a mediocre friend. a mediocre daughter. and i vowed to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reflect back to the memories and vows, what have i achieved? did i get to my goals? or i have left them in some paths that i have ventured half-way and in the midst of chaos, dropped them? am i what i am today what i wanted to be? &lt;i&gt;have i lost my way&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; a handful of my friends have gotten married, some with kids in tow and some are pregnant. they seemed to be so sure of their paths, their way in their life. why am i still here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. to be honest, i am not quite ready for a screaming toddler, nor being a wife. i am still unstable in terms of my own emotions, financially and studies. yes. i am still stuck in the same predicament for &lt;i&gt;gadzillion&lt;/i&gt; years already. but what i can be sure of is, every little thing i do today, will help me shape my future. i may be slow in getting out and about but rest assured, i will someday. the day might not be today or tomorrow but someday i will conquer the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;wooooooosaaaaahhhhhhh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6494807415104980779?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6494807415104980779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6494807415104980779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6494807415104980779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6494807415104980779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/07/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8468357610951578235</id><published>2010-05-27T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:52:20.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>崇拜你 by Jade Liu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCeCcv2sWKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCeCcv2sWKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song does really hit the spot. It sounded so mellow here compared to her mini album's version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First heard of this song from a Taiwanese drama, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Down_With_Love"&gt;就想賴著妳 (Down with Love)&lt;/a&gt; and i fell in love with it. The song's tempo, beat and the singer's voice is very well blended and gives me an uplifting happy feeling while listening to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so mushy and lovey-dovey. (^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to this, i heard of her other song, quite as mesmerizing but not as happy tuned titled 礼物 (The Gift). Remember the Singaporean drama starring Fann Wong, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/The_Ultimatum"&gt;双子星 (The Ultimatum)&lt;/a&gt;? This was their theme song. I was literally 'caught' by her song then but felt that the theme song was too sad and depressing, hence never really look into her other songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is depressing enough to keep listening to &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; songs, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time is different. This song, 崇拜你 (Worship You) is very good in uplifting my mood. To whoever that is feeling very down and depressed, try listening to this. Give it a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though this song is about lovers, those not in one can appreciate it as well. A good song to reminiscence the good times you had in the past.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&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/1127062957471885230-8468357610951578235?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8468357610951578235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8468357610951578235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8468357610951578235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8468357610951578235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/by-jade-liu_27.html' title='崇拜你 by Jade Liu.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3520280827036188541</id><published>2010-05-26T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:27:22.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Senses.</title><content type='html'>Do you feel that sometimes, you wake up in the morning and feel like you can conquer the world?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling that is full of hope, you think that your dreams, no matter how big, can be done with a snap of your fingers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i really want to feel like that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3520280827036188541?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3520280827036188541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3520280827036188541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3520280827036188541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3520280827036188541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-feel-that-sometimes-you-wake-up.html' title='Senses.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6968646406732504658</id><published>2010-05-25T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:27:59.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its a PARRTTYYYYY'/><title type='text'>John &amp; Cath's Wedding : Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Meow is an endearing term i use to address Cath. Hence, from this post onwards, anything, any event whatsoever that have Cath's presence or participation, she will henceforth be address as "&lt;i&gt;Meow&lt;/i&gt;". Kthxbai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;John &amp;amp; Meow's Wedding: Part One.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my good friend is getting married on the 17th of April 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea yea i know, it's 25th May today but yours truly have many things on the to-do list you know..   (-__-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, most of the photos here i stole from &lt;a href="http://jess-concrete.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;. I was not free that day to take photos la. Busy helping out and managing the flowers, and also too busy playing tricks on those '&lt;i&gt;heng dais&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(~_^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QBURJtRxI/AAAAAAAABf8/F_MpInYB3h0/s1600/1-room-number.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QBURJtRxI/AAAAAAAABf8/F_MpInYB3h0/s400/1-room-number.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000894875125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1 Meow's suite number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad loh, This number and the car number did not come out in 4D that day. But on the other hand, John's personal car number came out. Apalar!! Wasted our '&lt;i&gt;investments&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John ah, got refunds or not? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA2aKFqKI/AAAAAAAABf0/7oDAfmXxGvg/s1600/2-tricks-for-hengdai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA2aKFqKI/AAAAAAAABf0/7oDAfmXxGvg/s400/2-tricks-for-hengdai.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000381896566946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2 Itinerary, wedding invitation, cut-out names of 'heng dais' and bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a total of 5 games. No wait. 6. Or 7. Aiyo, i forgot edi la, but as i introduce the pictures i will remember then i will let you know.  ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA10HaQ0I/AAAAAAAABfs/0Uvgwft-ouQ/s1600/3-meows-family-suite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA10HaQ0I/AAAAAAAABfs/0Uvgwft-ouQ/s400/3-meows-family-suite.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000371684787010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#3 Meow and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Papa Meow, Mama Meow, Little Sis Meow 1 and Little Sis Meow 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA1iLcx1I/AAAAAAAABfk/-iPFVzPv4aQ/s1600/4-meow-paktor-ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA1iLcx1I/AAAAAAAABfk/-iPFVzPv4aQ/s400/4-meow-paktor-ring.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000366869890898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#4 Her rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, the middle finger ring is their 'paktor' ring. On the other hand is the engagement ring. You know the one you propose wan. Then they have the wedding band sumore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahlau, i din know there are so many rings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blur*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA1DTaU0I/AAAAAAAABfc/3a6HCafa2uI/s1600/5-the-red-troop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA1DTaU0I/AAAAAAAABfc/3a6HCafa2uI/s400/5-the-red-troop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000358581785410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#5 The Red Troop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per named by Papa Meow. There were 8 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun pray-pray oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngek ngek ngek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA0gzpcSI/AAAAAAAABfU/f2yhoRxj3u8/s1600/6-fion-i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QA0gzpcSI/AAAAAAAABfU/f2yhoRxj3u8/s400/6-fion-i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473000349321752866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#6 Fion &amp;amp; i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY some time to camwhore loh. Was busy running around, bla bla bla. When we knew that the boys will be late, we quickly grab this opportunity. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_1gRaIgI/AAAAAAAABfM/R3PckFIRibk/s1600/7-cutest-meow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_1gRaIgI/AAAAAAAABfM/R3PckFIRibk/s400/7-cutest-meow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472999266846384642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#7 The CUTEST picture of Meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As declared by me. The cutest picture of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_1H-FanI/AAAAAAAABfE/HOJo4xEkKy8/s1600/8-heng-dai-arriving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_1H-FanI/AAAAAAAABfE/HOJo4xEkKy8/s400/8-heng-dai-arriving.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472999260322884210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#8 Finally loh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondered what took those guys too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_0vU3ntI/AAAAAAAABe8/PnvEeoXPJlk/s1600/9-jimui-ready-to-attack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_0vU3ntI/AAAAAAAABe8/PnvEeoXPJlk/s400/9-jimui-ready-to-attack.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472999253707562706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#9 Standby mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw those rolled up paper on their hands? They were our step-by-step instructions and games rules. Can say that they are quite professional hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? Im in charge of flowers and decorations. Those evilly planned games were not contributed by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could i possibly have an input in those weird, sadistic, inhuman and psycho games? Im too angelic to do that.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Who fell for that, hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_0OMASVI/AAAAAAAABe0/QpY9P070ai4/s1600/10-heng-dai-first-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_0OMASVI/AAAAAAAABe0/QpY9P070ai4/s400/10-heng-dai-first-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472999244812011858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#10 First hurdle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys' first hurdle before get to enter the suite is to sing 3 songs (loudly) to express the love for Meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why three? Because one in english, one in cantonese and another in mandarin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_z01joMI/AAAAAAAABes/yyINb9m2WwQ/s1600/11-heng-dai-second-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P_z01joMI/AAAAAAAABes/yyINb9m2WwQ/s400/11-heng-dai-second-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472999238006972610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#11 Second game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disposable underwear. All ten 'heng dais' wear them and stand in a straight line. Butts aligned and facing us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The groom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His job is to write JOHN *love* Cath. Simple right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He have to use his mouth to hold the marker pen and write it on those disposable underwear worn by his '&lt;i&gt;heng dais&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-196aT-I/AAAAAAAABek/senCaU6ro2M/s1600/12-heng-dai-third-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-196aT-I/AAAAAAAABek/senCaU6ro2M/s400/12-heng-dai-third-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998175291363298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#12 Third one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Heng dais&lt;/i&gt;' line up in a row again. This time, whoever chose to stand at the last of the line is in for a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will need to pass the seaweed. Mouth-to-mouth to the end. Starting from '&lt;i&gt;heng dai&lt;/i&gt;' number one to '&lt;i&gt;heng dai&lt;/i&gt;' number ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine the seaweed's condition even before it reaches the tenth's fella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewwwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1vBSKxI/AAAAAAAABec/-A_pF4h7PGY/s1600/13-heng-dai-fourth-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1vBSKxI/AAAAAAAABec/-A_pF4h7PGY/s400/13-heng-dai-fourth-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998171293657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#13 Fourth game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Names were picked randomly from the cut-out names as i have mentioned earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four persons, two on the floor and the other two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1bq6skI/AAAAAAAABeU/6ccu4ElBdd4/s1600/14-heng-dai-fourth-trick-encore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1bq6skI/AAAAAAAABeU/6ccu4ElBdd4/s400/14-heng-dai-fourth-trick-encore.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998166099571266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#14 Fourth game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... will do pumping on TOP of those guys and eat off the banana that has been placed in their mouth before the game starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can know that this game is VERY enjoyable until it demands two picture slots.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1KYNOFI/AAAAAAAABeM/28hG1QanxtI/s1600/15-heng-dai-fifth-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-1KYNOFI/AAAAAAAABeM/28hG1QanxtI/s400/15-heng-dai-fifth-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998161457690706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#15 Fifth hurdle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Names were picked randomly again with the same method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A string of grapes were placed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; strategically around the '&lt;i&gt;area&lt;/i&gt;'. Blindfold another guy and maneuver him to eat all the grapes verbally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture do no justice to the actual scene. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-0xkdlZI/AAAAAAAABeE/n7MmcR8330o/s1600/16-heng-dai-last-trick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-0xkdlZI/AAAAAAAABeE/n7MmcR8330o/s400/16-heng-dai-last-trick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998154798208402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#16 Q &amp;amp; A session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John was questioned thoroughly by Wakako. We have a set of questions. Answers were given by Meow earlier when we had our '&lt;i&gt;ji muis&lt;/i&gt;' meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-f12PphI/AAAAAAAABd8/UlPmXqo9mh8/s1600/17-announcement.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-f12PphI/AAAAAAAABd8/UlPmXqo9mh8/s400/17-announcement.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997795169281554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#17 A special '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;' to request for the door to be open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In cantonese of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-fUF3pGI/AAAAAAAABd0/p9G24ChRdmI/s1600/18-meow-parents-cover-headgear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-fUF3pGI/AAAAAAAABd0/p9G24ChRdmI/s400/18-meow-parents-cover-headgear.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997786108011618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#18 The traditional ritual by the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done by Papa Meow and Mama Meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-fDEEG-I/AAAAAAAABds/ncIFEQ5abzM/s1600/19-willumarryme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-fDEEG-I/AAAAAAAABds/ncIFEQ5abzM/s400/19-willumarryme.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997781537037282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#19 Will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A more formal proposal all over again. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-e7NqhpI/AAAAAAAABdk/8PrcyCUZ52w/s1600/20-happy-meow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-e7NqhpI/AAAAAAAABdk/8PrcyCUZ52w/s400/20-happy-meow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997779429820050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#20 The happy bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken at the room where the tea ceremony were. It was not a ballroom nor a resource room. Somewhat shaped like a gazebo but with air-conditioning in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-UcFkukI/AAAAAAAABdc/lnSetSF8Be4/s1600/21-happy-happy-meow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-UcFkukI/AAAAAAAABdc/lnSetSF8Be4/s400/21-happy-happy-meow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997599275694658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#21 Another shot of the happy bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-UF97U6I/AAAAAAAABdU/vjYmP1Hz4Xg/s1600/22-heng-dai-jimui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_P-UF97U6I/AAAAAAAABdU/vjYmP1Hz4Xg/s400/22-heng-dai-jimui.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472997593338041250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#22 The nicest group photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, the nicest group photo with me in it lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, the part two of the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't really know when. It all depends on my mood.&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/1127062957471885230-6968646406732504658?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6968646406732504658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6968646406732504658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6968646406732504658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6968646406732504658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-caths-wedding-part-one.html' title='John &amp; Cath&apos;s Wedding : Part One'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QBURJtRxI/AAAAAAAABf8/F_MpInYB3h0/s72-c/1-room-number.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-797953707358312342</id><published>2010-05-22T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:06:59.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>Stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need elaboration right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i tell you about the songs that was stuck in my head for two whole days? Songs because it is mixed in my brains. Yeap. But i think they don't sound quite right but still oklah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were Starstruck by Katy Perry and Sweet Dreams by Beyonce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bizarre. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-797953707358312342?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/797953707358312342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=797953707358312342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/797953707358312342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/797953707358312342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/stuck.html' title='Stuck.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8751405767013750220</id><published>2010-05-20T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:34:49.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Short-cut.</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to post up my post on Meow's wedding but things just keep coming my way and i cannot seem to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine the frustration that i am going through right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*breath baby breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another random note, i took a nap today after an early work and drinks. Back home late noon and guess what? It rained. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those huge droplets, loud thunder and frightful lightnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i mentioned that the same scenario killed our house modem / router two days ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, that same scenario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i am kinda paranoid whenever it rains now. I will quickly turn off my laptop, 100 meter dash upstairs to turn off the modem / router and unplugged every one of the electrical items we have at home. Well, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every. Single. One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm.. Well, just in case?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i dream of something amusing, really. I dream that this person, guy, my boyfriend, is actually pregnant! Lol. We were at the gynae and he is doing the sonogram and we saw this '&lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;' image;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which looked ball-like thingamajig and it keeps rolling in his '&lt;i&gt;womb&lt;/i&gt;'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds weird. But funny too right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; *am i weird or what*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks really like those sweet potato ball / fried sweet potato ball come to think of it now. Hilarious isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8751405767013750220?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8751405767013750220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8751405767013750220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8751405767013750220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8751405767013750220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-cut.html' title='Short-cut.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8026264869609841198</id><published>2010-05-19T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:30:22.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Her Fearful Symmetry.</title><content type='html'>I can finally afford to buy a new book! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, some books. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an avid book collector. I don't really like to go to the library because i want to own them, not to just borrow and return after i'm done with them. And mine you, books can be pretty expensive to collect these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more so when you are still a student with no allowance nor part time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, sadly i am technically '&lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;' a student. Wonder when i can finally get out of that title. It is kinda boring you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previously, i buy books from Kinokuniya, MPH, Times and most of all Popular Bookshop as they offered me additional discount percentage compared to the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, i found a better place. Let me introduce to you, &lt;a href="http://www.bookxcess.com/"&gt;BOOKXCESS&lt;/a&gt;!! They sell books 30-70% cheaper than the rest of the bookstores! Provided that they have the book you want la, otherwise how cheap oso no use right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my story, remember the author who wrote The Time Traveler's Wife? Audrey Niffenegger, you can visit her site &lt;a href="http://audreyniffenegger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Her site got many delicate and artful paintings, not for the weak-hearted. Have fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, i promised to buy only ONE book as i do not have a steady paycheck monthly. Previously i can afford to buy 2 to 3 books, but not anymore. Fret not, i believed that in future i will be able to earn more than the monthly paychecks. Double-tripled fold. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i have set my mind to get Audrey Niffenegger's Her Fearful Symmetry as i loved her previous book. I have anticipated for this book even before it was released here. But alas, other bookstores were too expensive, selling at MYR 65.90 or higher. Hence, i could not afford to buy lo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't imagine how happy i was when i got to know that BookXcess have this book in their latest shipment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee!! Joy! Happy!! Happy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QIJ0VbrNI/AAAAAAAABgM/AqSuScV4j_c/s1600/prized-possession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QIJ0VbrNI/AAAAAAAABgM/AqSuScV4j_c/s400/prized-possession.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473008411922377938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1 My prized possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QIJRIK32I/AAAAAAAABgE/yTAPGcShxtM/s1600/prized-possession-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QIJRIK32I/AAAAAAAABgE/yTAPGcShxtM/s400/prized-possession-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473008402471509858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2 Love love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm in love with &lt;a href="http://www.bookxcess.com/"&gt;BookXcess.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8026264869609841198?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8026264869609841198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8026264869609841198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8026264869609841198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8026264869609841198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/her-fearful-symmetry.html' title='Her Fearful Symmetry.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_QIJ0VbrNI/AAAAAAAABgM/AqSuScV4j_c/s72-c/prized-possession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3042981125510862803</id><published>2010-05-15T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:14:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iThink.</title><content type='html'>iThink :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iDon't know how to write proper sentences anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iDon't know how to compile my thoughts into proper thinkings nor 'file' them away in those sections in my brains anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iDon't know how to turn my Plans &gt; Motivations &gt; Hard Work &gt; Results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iDon't use my Time properly and felt that i don't have enough Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iThink, all this happens because of my addiction. I am deeply addicted to games like Farmville, Country Story, Restaurant City, Cafe World, Hotel City and Pet Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeeelllpppp... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*meek*&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/1127062957471885230-3042981125510862803?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3042981125510862803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3042981125510862803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3042981125510862803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3042981125510862803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/ithink.html' title='iThink.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7406143278271734635</id><published>2010-05-11T22:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:50:31.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gmail Theme.</title><content type='html'>I think i have blog about this before. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; *searches my archive*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha! &lt;a href="http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-3-gmails-themes.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; it is, dated two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally, let me emphasize that, &lt;b&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/b&gt; in love with Gmail theme. This time, this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KWcu2_7lI/AAAAAAAABcc/F59Ad-i_jxM/s1600/gmail-morn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KWcu2_7lI/AAAAAAAABcc/F59Ad-i_jxM/s400/gmail-morn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472601917567790674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1 Morning - Housekeeping&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Argh!!! It is so frustrating. I have to re-upload and again and again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think it's time for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;me to upload my photos elsewhere..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KXN_hLRUI/AAAAAAAABck/c4VqEtj82t4/s1600/gmail-noon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KXN_hLRUI/AAAAAAAABck/c4VqEtj82t4/s400/gmail-noon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472602763853251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2 Afternoon Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KXrPDU5UI/AAAAAAAABcs/fgVLgsg3Af4/s1600/gmail-evening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KXrPDU5UI/AAAAAAAABcs/fgVLgsg3Af4/s400/gmail-evening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472603266239227202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#3 Cooking Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KYLgFYu0I/AAAAAAAABc0/SBcQaiAgdgs/s1600/evening-flute-gmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KYLgFYu0I/AAAAAAAABc0/SBcQaiAgdgs/s400/evening-flute-gmail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472603820567083842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#4 Evening in the Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KYwJL69BI/AAAAAAAABc8/jiijTPGMN8o/s1600/gmail-nite-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KYwJL69BI/AAAAAAAABc8/jiijTPGMN8o/s400/gmail-nite-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472604450075636754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#5 Nighttime Calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KZFCIOmsI/AAAAAAAABdE/oTRZQ48GrCM/s1600/gmail-nite-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KZFCIOmsI/AAAAAAAABdE/oTRZQ48GrCM/s400/gmail-nite-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472604808958352066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#6 Lantern Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KZYTvdWUI/AAAAAAAABdM/OLfF8nol29g/s1600/gmail-midnite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KZYTvdWUI/AAAAAAAABdM/OLfF8nol29g/s400/gmail-midnite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472605140103813442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#7 Midnight - Little Ghosties come out to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they adorable? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7406143278271734635?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7406143278271734635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7406143278271734635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7406143278271734635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7406143278271734635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/05/gmail-theme.html' title='Gmail Theme.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S_KWcu2_7lI/AAAAAAAABcc/F59Ad-i_jxM/s72-c/gmail-morn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1907139025011928652</id><published>2010-04-03T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:16:23.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a tagged message i have gotten from my dear friend, Marie at Facebook. Have a read, it is quite meaningful...&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;/div&gt;Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the&lt;br /&gt;wrong people before meeting the right&lt;br /&gt;one so that, when we finally meet the&lt;br /&gt;right person, we will know how to be&lt;br /&gt;grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe . . . it is true that we don't&lt;br /&gt;know what we have until we lose it,&lt;br /&gt;but it is also true that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;what we have been missing until it&lt;br /&gt;arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe . . . the brightest future will&lt;br /&gt;always be based on a forgotten past;&lt;br /&gt;after all, you can't go on&lt;br /&gt;successfully in life until you let go&lt;br /&gt;of your past mistakes, failures and&lt;br /&gt;heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe . . you should hope for enough&lt;br /&gt;happiness to make you sweet, enough&lt;br /&gt;trials to make you strong, enough&lt;br /&gt;sorrow to keep you human, and enough&lt;br /&gt;hope to make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . the happiest of people&lt;br /&gt;don't necessarily have the best of&lt;br /&gt;everything; they just make the most of&lt;br /&gt;everything that comes along their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe .. . . the best kind of friend is&lt;br /&gt;the kind you can sit on a porch and&lt;br /&gt;swing with, never say a word, and then&lt;br /&gt;walk away feeling like it was the best&lt;br /&gt;conversation you've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . happiness waits for all&lt;br /&gt;those who cry, all those who hurt, all&lt;br /&gt;those who have searched, and all those&lt;br /&gt;who have tried, for only they can&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the importance of all the&lt;br /&gt;people who have touched their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be . . you should do something nice&lt;br /&gt;for someone every single day, even if&lt;br /&gt;it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe . . . there are moments in life&lt;br /&gt;when you miss someone -- a parent, a&lt;br /&gt;spouse, a friend, a child -- so much&lt;br /&gt;that you just want to pick them from&lt;br /&gt;your dreams and hug them for real, so&lt;br /&gt;that once they are around you&lt;br /&gt;appreciate them more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe … giving someone all your love&lt;br /&gt;is never an assurance that they will&lt;br /&gt;love you back. Don't expect love in&lt;br /&gt;return; just wait for it to grow in&lt;br /&gt;their heart; but, if it doesn't, be&lt;br /&gt;content that it grew in yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe .. . . you should dream what you&lt;br /&gt;want to dream; go where you want to&lt;br /&gt;go, be what you want to be, because&lt;br /&gt;you have only one life and one chance&lt;br /&gt;to do all the things you dream of, and&lt;br /&gt;want to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is only travelled &lt;b&gt;ONCE&lt;/b&gt;; Today’s &lt;b&gt;MOMENT&lt;/b&gt; becomes Tomorrow’s &lt;b&gt;MEMORY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every moment, good or bad, because the GIFT of LIFE is LIFE itself…."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1907139025011928652?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1907139025011928652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1907139025011928652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1907139025011928652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1907139025011928652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4305534205725064617</id><published>2010-04-01T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:17:52.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Green Tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S9A4DvjF8yI/AAAAAAAABZM/bp7Oql_Dhaw/s1600/teaset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S9A4DvjF8yI/AAAAAAAABZM/bp7Oql_Dhaw/s400/teaset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462927984954831650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a certified Green Tea addict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only those &lt;i&gt;green&lt;/i&gt; Green Tea but also those Green Tea that was roasted with rice before the drying process. By that, i meant the tea leaves of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S9A4EEpwJxI/AAAAAAAABZU/-IDtWFDj8QI/s1600/tpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S9A4EEpwJxI/AAAAAAAABZU/-IDtWFDj8QI/s400/tpot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462927990619907858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have a pot (&lt;i&gt;or numerous until it's uncountable to me&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;t___t &lt;/span&gt;) or two every single day. If i don't have a sip, i will be a walking zombie for the rest of the day. It's almost similar to those coffee addicts, where you need a cuppa daily to kick-start your day kinda thing? Just substitute mine with green tea. To those who don't know, tea have caffeine too. I guess that is the &lt;i&gt;"kick"&lt;/i&gt; i get to wake myself up. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, i also like almost everything and anything that comes with the green tea flavor. Green tea ice-creams especially. Writing this makes me missed Rakuzen's green tea ice-cream more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T__T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can i go have some??? I want them nowwwwwwwww...&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/1127062957471885230-4305534205725064617?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4305534205725064617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4305534205725064617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4305534205725064617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4305534205725064617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/04/green-tea.html' title='Green Tea.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S9A4DvjF8yI/AAAAAAAABZM/bp7Oql_Dhaw/s72-c/teaset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2299043985430234452</id><published>2010-03-26T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:20:09.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you din know, i was in a "&lt;i&gt;pissy&lt;/i&gt;" mood since yesterday and melarat-larat until &lt;s&gt;this morning&lt;/s&gt; today. The only consolation to '&lt;i&gt;cool-down&lt;/i&gt;' my anger was a call from my friend, saying that she will drop by to pass me her wedding cake or "&lt;i&gt;ka lui peang&lt;/i&gt;", used to be pre-wedding biscuits from the Bride side to all her invitees. So since nowadays it is so modern until no more old-fashion biscuits edi. Now all cakes and whatnots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fren and her fiance just dropped by and passed me the cakes. Initially i thought the cake is like those old-school cake slices. You know like those when you're in kampung and there is someone's birthday, they have this huge rectangle cake with lots of cream on it. The middle part of it will be sponge cake and in between you will have more cream. And after the birthday boy / girl blow out the candles and cut the cake, they will cut it into slices and fed the parents, grandparents and bla bla? Those are the type of slices i meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygFA-VF6I/AAAAAAAABYM/dV-wNNFE7GU/s1600/box-unwrapped-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygFA-VF6I/AAAAAAAABYM/dV-wNNFE7GU/s400/box-unwrapped-ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452909256860047266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1   The Gift - Silver color box with a strand of pink ribbon bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygF3ryMlI/AAAAAAAABYU/5koyeflrS_E/s1600/box-unwrapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygF3ryMlI/AAAAAAAABYU/5koyeflrS_E/s400/box-unwrapped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452909271546212946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2   Unwrapped the first layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBx0G4lKI/AAAAAAAABYk/LzCoFBWnZXQ/s1600/cupcakes-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBx0G4lKI/AAAAAAAABYk/LzCoFBWnZXQ/s400/cupcakes-closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452946310384096418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#3   Tadaaaaa~ See? Got four different shapes and icings on those mini cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zByUXYN1I/AAAAAAAABYs/LkPPdbTSfk0/s1600/couple-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zByUXYN1I/AAAAAAAABYs/LkPPdbTSfk0/s400/couple-closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452946319043213138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#4   This one is a cartoon version on the married couple. So cute right? It's my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBztH7jaI/AAAAAAAABY8/RntznER4GD4/s1600/heart-shaped-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBztH7jaI/AAAAAAAABY8/RntznER4GD4/s400/heart-shaped-closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452946342869175714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#5   This one have a a swirl of vanilla flavored cream and an edible heart-shaped sugar decoration with a flower and the little silver dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygGJJipoI/AAAAAAAABYc/Om0-TNAXdes/s1600/artst-fartsy-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygGJJipoI/AAAAAAAABYc/Om0-TNAXdes/s400/artst-fartsy-shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452909276234425986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#6   Artsy-fartsy picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBzInJBII/AAAAAAAABY0/cu2EV03a0ZU/s1600/cupcakes-sideview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zBzInJBII/AAAAAAAABY0/cu2EV03a0ZU/s400/cupcakes-sideview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452946333067969666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#7   Side-shot of those cuppie cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those cupcakes &lt;s&gt;are&lt;/s&gt; were only about the diameter of 3cm. Height about 3-4cm. But they were oh-so-yummeh! Oklar, the sponge were so-so only. The yellow color is vanilla flavored and the brown is chocolate. Like, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i found out where they bought them from, it's from &lt;a href="http://whitedaisykitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I have browsed through their blog posts, go through every pictures and i quite like them. Their workmanship are meticulous and pretty. Compared to a few other cupcake makers that i know, this place's cupcakes is way better presented. Thumbs up to my friend's wedding planner to find such gem in this metropolis. (^_^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zvv4oCUqI/AAAAAAAABZE/Ar42gaxUmk8/s1600/bridesmaids-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6zvv4oCUqI/AAAAAAAABZE/Ar42gaxUmk8/s400/bridesmaids-dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452996854772028066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#8   This is roughly how my costly bridesmaid dress will look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only difference is the color. Instead of black, mine would be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chilli red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm.. Hope it comes out nice though. As far as i know, those chilli red dresses that i have tried on previously, looked fugly on me.&lt;i&gt; le sigh.&lt;/i&gt; And to those who don't know, i &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WILL BE EATING GRASS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from now onwards. Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-2299043985430234452?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2299043985430234452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2299043985430234452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2299043985430234452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2299043985430234452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ygFA-VF6I/AAAAAAAABYM/dV-wNNFE7GU/s72-c/box-unwrapped-ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6332943605035298600</id><published>2010-03-24T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:21:39.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday~!</title><content type='html'>In another couple of hours, someone will celebrate his early-thirties birthday. And this year, the difference is, i'm going to be by his side. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEWARE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mushy stuff ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, in my little virtual space, i would like to dedicate this post to Mr. Driver / Anonymous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started in this little company called &lt;i&gt;"dodgycomm"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; *private joke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year and a half ago, we both worked at this little company in kl. He was from another team, cubicle just next to mine. And i sat next to him, being typical me i am NOT friendly and will not take the initiative to get-to-know people. It all started with a little word from him on a fine morning, &lt;i&gt;"Hi"&lt;/i&gt; and the rest is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the others, you're just a Mr. Driver, an anonymous person or low profile bf of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, it's a whole different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6oend8zXVI/AAAAAAAABX8/agaCAycUjD4/s1600/cheshire-cat-mr-driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6oend8zXVI/AAAAAAAABX8/agaCAycUjD4/s400/cheshire-cat-mr-driver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203962288790866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: And &lt;b&gt;NOPE&lt;/b&gt;, i'm &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; sharing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pp/s: Everyone, say Happy Birthday to the Birthday Boy.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ppp/s: And this is the &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; man who wants to be &lt;i&gt;Cheshire Cat&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6oeoHlMjyI/AAAAAAAABYE/-ChkmgFDOWU/s1600/cheshire_cat-aliceinwonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6oeoHlMjyI/AAAAAAAABYE/-ChkmgFDOWU/s400/cheshire_cat-aliceinwonderland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203973464067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6332943605035298600?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6332943605035298600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6332943605035298600&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6332943605035298600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6332943605035298600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday~!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6oend8zXVI/AAAAAAAABX8/agaCAycUjD4/s72-c/cheshire-cat-mr-driver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6093828675627240531</id><published>2010-03-21T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:30:00.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Beard Papa.</title><content type='html'>Okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to update but i couldn't think of an appropriate title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i just came back from Mid Valley, as you can see if you followed me on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/acutecritique"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, i bought back Beard Papa's cream puff. &lt;i&gt;Yummy~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, what was it that i wanted to blog about really? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*short term memory loss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have bought a book. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A.G.A.I.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know, let me tell you. I'm a bookworm. Nerd. What ever you want to call me. I just could not resist buying books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, i read something amusing somewhere. Prolly from another person's twit. Don't quite remember edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you call a Nerd in 10years time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Boss."   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*ROFLOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike all other women, who have fetishes in buying clothes, shoes (&lt;i&gt;ok, i have this as well&lt;/i&gt; -__-), bags, lotions (&lt;i&gt;and also this&lt;/i&gt; -__-), facial products, body products, earrings, necklaces, ok, i think you get what i mean. I have the urge to buy books. &lt;b&gt;EVERYTIME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i'm dead busy, &lt;i&gt;no-time-to-eat-or-breath&lt;/i&gt; busy, i will still have the urge to buy books. I don't know why! It's just me! And even if i did not buy book(s) when i walked into the bookstore, i will end up with few magazines out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. It's really just me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i thought i can be &lt;i&gt;giam&lt;/i&gt; and not buy book this time. Coz i thought i so smart, can cheat abit this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, i desperately wanted to read this book, so i thought i go googled the title, maybe there is an online version that i can read. And i thought i struck gold when there was one! I was mad happy ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as i &lt;i&gt;syiok syiok&lt;/i&gt; reading it online and reached page 12, guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Page 13 and 14 was removed from it. I damn tulan ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason was because it was a &lt;i&gt;"preview limited"&lt;/i&gt; book.  &gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ZG0eYwLXI/AAAAAAAABXs/XGeTWsQ6zJ8/s1600-h/previews-limited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ZG0eYwLXI/AAAAAAAABXs/XGeTWsQ6zJ8/s400/previews-limited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451122266302590322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for being &lt;i&gt;"smart"&lt;/i&gt;.   T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, we went to Mid Valley again today for the MAPEX fair. And as usual, i will drift into any bookstore available. There at MPH, i saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, i could not resist the temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there goes my RM 34.90. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wiuwiuwiu~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ZH4BmkLWI/AAAAAAAABX0/-Qd1jm5ESjg/s1600-h/i-know-this-much-is-true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ZH4BmkLWI/AAAAAAAABX0/-Qd1jm5ESjg/s400/i-know-this-much-is-true.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451123426807000418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6093828675627240531?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6093828675627240531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6093828675627240531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6093828675627240531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6093828675627240531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/beard-papa.html' title='Beard Papa.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6ZG0eYwLXI/AAAAAAAABXs/XGeTWsQ6zJ8/s72-c/previews-limited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7168246286202994287</id><published>2010-03-16T19:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:11:21.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Mabs in Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>Ever since i read about the Alice in Wonderland set-up at Mid Valley from her &lt;a href="http://kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, i ran as fast as i can to grab my phone and called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Mr. Driver, can we go Mid Valley?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Erm.. There was a private sale and i'm invited."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"You sure? So far i have not been hearing that you subscribed to anything that can invite you for any sales whatsoever. C'mon. Spill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Okok. There is a set-up based on Alice in Wonderland at the concourse area at Mid Valley."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I KNEW IT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"So, can we go? And can i book the tickets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Suuurreeee.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;*still laughing like a hyena up till i hang up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? The perils of being young at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HgPk1nMeI/AAAAAAAABXM/ajRKP0a4rfQ/s1600-h/midvalley-alice-in-wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HgPk1nMeI/AAAAAAAABXM/ajRKP0a4rfQ/s400/midvalley-alice-in-wonderland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449883582286213602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOOK AT THE HUGE MUSHROOMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day, i even remembered to bring out my faulty camera. Though it was diagnosed with short-circuit and will zap up the battery very fast, i very giam. RM 480 to repair leh. Siao ah? I rather go buy another camera. Like &lt;i&gt;Canon S90&lt;/i&gt;. Or an actual DSLR like &lt;i&gt;Nikon D3000&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;D5000&lt;/i&gt;? Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. And a costly one too. &lt;i&gt;Le sigh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HjaK7Ur9I/AAAAAAAABXU/jMgkySn4ZCQ/s1600-h/me-with-mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HjaK7Ur9I/AAAAAAAABXU/jMgkySn4ZCQ/s400/me-with-mushrooms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449887062844288978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mushroommmmmmmmmmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An obligatory photo with those HUGE mushroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HmzOLsWfI/AAAAAAAABXc/mZKnM9WKc5o/s1600-h/mad-hatters-tea-party-invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HmzOLsWfI/AAAAAAAABXc/mZKnM9WKc5o/s400/mad-hatters-tea-party-invitation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449890791749868018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are you invited? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invited myself. Self-invite. Hehehehe~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6Hpz5oHrYI/AAAAAAAABXk/vaeh1QjIR2c/s1600-h/mad-hatters-tea-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6Hpz5oHrYI/AAAAAAAABXk/vaeh1QjIR2c/s400/mad-hatters-tea-party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449894101946707330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The "party".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla. Enough of Alice edi. I oso dunno what else to write edi. Tata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt; Luckily the line is up today. Gah!!! So much work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pp/s: &lt;/span&gt;And i need to do this post again typing one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ppp/s:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;DARN!&lt;/b&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/1127062957471885230-7168246286202994287?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7168246286202994287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7168246286202994287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7168246286202994287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7168246286202994287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/mabs-in-wonderland.html' title='Mabs in Wonderland.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S6HgPk1nMeI/AAAAAAAABXM/ajRKP0a4rfQ/s72-c/midvalley-alice-in-wonderland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2340105900721151877</id><published>2010-03-15T01:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:08:53.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5zw8yuROnI/AAAAAAAABWU/4BbGATX7-MY/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-2010-tim-burton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5zw8yuROnI/AAAAAAAABWU/4BbGATX7-MY/s400/alice-in-wonderland-2010-tim-burton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448494576410114674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure by now many of you have already watched this animation by Tim Burton since it's premieres on the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;11th March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Alas, alas for me as i cannot run fast enough to the cinema to buy myself a ticket on that day as it was a working day and during work days, i have neither car nor &lt;s&gt;money&lt;/s&gt; funds and yadda yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many &lt;s&gt;death-threats&lt;/s&gt; soft approaches and many many TLCs, i finally managed to persuade Mr. Driver / Mr. Anonymous to go on a date with me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; *wtf* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this month is his birth month, we have decided to celebrate his birthday as well. Here's where i &lt;i&gt;"conveniently"&lt;/i&gt; suggested Rakuzen as the place. Look, he is not much of a choosy person whereas i AM. Since he have no qualms on where to eat, it is ONLY appropriate for me to choose where isn't it? Anyhow, i am the one paying the Bill so of course i get to choose right? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we were there, we were too busy eating, hence the no-picture-to-post-here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carry on to the next agenda. Back few days, after i got a &lt;i&gt;"go-ahead"&lt;/i&gt; from him, i quickly booked two tickets to watch Alice in &lt;s&gt;the&lt;/s&gt; Wonderland. Don't mind me, i kept thinking and saying &lt;i&gt;"the"&lt;/i&gt; into the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5zxZRXm8YI/AAAAAAAABWc/FzF7-2Liuto/s1600-h/alice-in-wonderland-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5zxZRXm8YI/AAAAAAAABWc/FzF7-2Liuto/s400/alice-in-wonderland-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448495065672905090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, there was nothing to shout about of the movie / animation. Is it me?? Or is everyone on my wavelength?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters were standard, no arguments there, but i think it is more apt to call it &lt;i&gt;"Alice BACK in Wonderland"&lt;/i&gt; or something, as to agreed with Mr. Anonymous's cousin. Well, i guess nothing is perfect and it could only be better.. Or worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, i am rating this OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the middle part of the show, i remembered that i yawned a few times, you know during the part where the Red Queen was explaining why she prefers doing the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Off with the head"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Even the King's head is floating together with all the other heads, poor thing. So is it really? Is it really that "&lt;i&gt;it is better to be feared than to be loved&lt;/i&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially we both agreed that our main purpose of watching the show was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PURELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because of Johnny Depp. But at the end of the show, guess who is the most favorite character for Mr. Anonymous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S59axqUHLfI/AAAAAAAABWk/1e9XoB62RgE/s1600-h/cheshire_cat-aliceinwonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S59axqUHLfI/AAAAAAAABWk/1e9XoB62RgE/s400/cheshire_cat-aliceinwonderland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449173883360325106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Cheshire Cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-2340105900721151877?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2340105900721151877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2340105900721151877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2340105900721151877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2340105900721151877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5zw8yuROnI/AAAAAAAABWU/4BbGATX7-MY/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-2010-tim-burton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-497179676727166216</id><published>2010-03-14T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:12:02.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Grandma.</title><content type='html'>Today i just woke up to the BEST dream. After million years never dream of her, i dreamed of her this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered i had many dreams yesterday, due to the fact i was woken up many many times by someone who can't sleep, going in and out of the room. Anyway, back to my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an afternoon, i drove to this roadside chinese stall. There i saw my friends, assuming that they were because i seemed like i know them. I sat down and chatted with them. Then after a while, i told them i was waiting for my grandma, she had her dialysis nearby and i wanted to give her a surprise, by showing up and bring her home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream, at that place i was working as a some sort of private librarian. There was this huge shop full of books and i was sort of the keeper. I had two helpers and we were arranging some books. Then the conversation between me and them was;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The First Girl asked, "So what did you tell him about your job?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I answered, "I'm a Book Keeper. Literally." (With a sinister smile and all of us laughed out loud.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Let me explain, in the dream, i don't know why but a Book Keeper means Accountant. Maybe some slang language? So i was actually telling someone else a &lt;s&gt;lie truth&lt;/s&gt; whatever la. Hence we laughed and my 'sinister' smile.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this indian man, walked in and out holding a book and he was hesitating. End up after a few times, he finally approached me. He was holding a thick book with hardcover, some mountain picture and the top was covered with a blanket of pure white snow. He wanted assistance to return the book to us. So i walked him over to the counter and took his book. I turned the cover and looked at the expiry date. It was 060606. Meaning he was way waaaaaaaayyyyy overdue. Mind you, it IS 2010 already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, in the dream we were in present date and time. Hence the 060606 is very behind time and so as librarian we will impost fine for late returners. I passed the calculating fine job to the First Girl and said that i need to go meet my grandma, her dialysis is almost done. The guy held out his credit card, and since the First Girl is busy calculating, i took for her. I remembered i checked his card's validity, and i saw his name. Spelled like LING CHOING or something. And i thought what a weird name for an indian guy. Then i went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i was sitting at the roadside chinese stall again. This time, instead of friends i had my aunts with me. Grand Aunts i mean, cause they are my grandma's sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a distance, i saw my grandma. She was being held by a nurse (surprisingly i know the nurse in real life, she's Kak Sue from Help, not really a nurse though) to guide her walk and like holding her up la, she was very weak after dialysis, could not walk properly nor stand properly. I quickly rushed over to help the nurse and took over from her. She smiled a grateful smile at me and we both technically carried my grandma home. Then she left. At the house, i instructed William (my cousin O_O) to go follow the nurse back to the clinic because they forgot my grandma's medicine. Then in the bathroom, i saw Toni (another cousin O__O) washing clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned my attention back to my grandma. She was wearing a buttoned blouse, light orangy color. She was lying on her back on the bed facing me. I walked over to her and sat down. She was very weak but she pushed herself to upright position to sit next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "Thank you Ah Bou."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she leaned over to kiss me on my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy to be able to dream of her again!!! It's been a while since i have but im so so so happy nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows! She knows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During CNY, i did a special prayer for her, and it costs me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVER TO EAT BEEF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever. And if you are a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, please refrain from &lt;b&gt;TEMPTING&lt;/b&gt; me with that okay? I trusted you guys. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i have been faithfully following the Rule ever since. But i have no regrets, for Grandma, i can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: For those who do not know, my beloved grandma passed away in 31st December 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-497179676727166216?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/497179676727166216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=497179676727166216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/497179676727166216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/497179676727166216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandma.html' title='Grandma.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-644024104802149742</id><published>2010-02-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:11:03.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Housy-wifey.</title><content type='html'>Gah! I'm bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the &lt;i&gt;"quit"&lt;/i&gt; on that fateful day, i've been bumming around the house. Kinda feel like a housewife, minus the cleaning part.  ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what have i been up to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;s&gt;his&lt;/s&gt; my dismay, i felt that i am addicted to FB games. Like seriously addicted loh. How? How now, brown cow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As much of a lazy bum as i am, i did minimal work everyday. Like, cooking. Lunch and dinner. We both eat only 2 meals a day but look at our food! All carbs. No wonder we both are expanding, sideways. Darn~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5duuAFSMzI/AAAAAAAABV8/OikJ947YOEs/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5duuAFSMzI/AAAAAAAABV8/OikJ947YOEs/s400/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446944010903106354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Braised Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5du9BfjWeI/AAAAAAAABWE/OQ6wtpnwZbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5du9BfjWeI/AAAAAAAABWE/OQ6wtpnwZbQ/s400/IMG_0328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446944268979755490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ABC Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5dvMWnOScI/AAAAAAAABWM/sdTpYm8fKos/s1600-h/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5dvMWnOScI/AAAAAAAABWM/sdTpYm8fKos/s400/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446944532347111874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-644024104802149742?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/644024104802149742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=644024104802149742&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/644024104802149742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/644024104802149742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/02/housy-wifey.html' title='Housy-wifey.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S5duuAFSMzI/AAAAAAAABV8/OikJ947YOEs/s72-c/IMG_0327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8588614806451458501</id><published>2010-02-20T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:09:34.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>A Trip to Malacca.</title><content type='html'>How's everyone's CNY so far? Collected many angpows? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is a little more special to me. Well, it comes with a not so nice surprise initially. Aih.. Oh well, such a long story to tell. See, i have waaaaaaayyyy back then applied for 8 days (fatt mar, for the auspicious meaning and errr laziness) and EARLIER, boss said "Too many days." After many more pestering and bugging, she relented to say, "Wait for our BIGGER boss's schedule and she'll see what she can give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, by then i was happy enough to know that my interest is protected and she will try her level best to grant me my leaves as i am so persistent about it. That's where when things goes wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentines"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/a&gt; falls on the First Day of CNY. And being in my &lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;, it's another hurdle to cross. You see, this year i intended to celebrate my CNY at Malacca as im following my Mr. Driver back to his hometown. So we have planned waaaayyy back how many days, where to go, what to do, who to see, etc. As you can see here, we are very thorough and would very much to see things through OUR way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the not so nice news came. Instead of 8, only 5 days were approved. I wasn't very happy about it as i have informed waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy earlier and i have already set an expectation that things will be done, well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, don't even try to tell me that im in service line, bla bla, no leave, bla bla, should be glad that i got 5, bla bla. Just. Don't. I have heard of it enough. But believe me, it CAN be done. It's just whether your boss want to do it or not. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut the story short, i have done some fast decisions (another story for another day), but not without some serious thoughts and consideration la, and now, i am thoroughly enjoying myself, yes you're right. IN MALACCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS A DAMN COOL, FUN, EXCITING AND EXTREME CHINESE NEW YEAR! I love it babeh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hence brings me here to the next item in this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Advertorial.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know, &lt;s&gt;Melacca&lt;/s&gt; (initially i always spell it as m&lt;i&gt;'E'&lt;/i&gt;lacca, until &lt;a href="http://jasonmumbles.com/"&gt;Jasonmumbles&lt;/a&gt; corrected me lol) Malacca is a very hot place (and if you don't know, then now you know loh). Many fascinating things can be found here at this quaint and lively 'little' town. Have you heard of the famous Cheng Hong Teng temple built in the early 1600s' by the 'Kapitans'? Christ Church built in 1753 by the Dutch? St. John's Fort by the Portuguese? Hang Tuah Mausoleum built in remembrance of him? Stadhuys? Baba Nyonya Heritage Museum? And if you are a big Heritage-y and Historical-y fan, this is the place for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? Being the gluttony i am, this is FOOD HAVEN for me! The FAMOUS Pineapple Tarts sold at Jonker Street? The Cendol? The Ba Bao Bing (some what like our ABC but with just 8 ingredients)? Baba Nyonya cuisine like&lt;i&gt; 'ayam pongteh'&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;'enche kabin' &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;'babi chin'&lt;/i&gt;? You can read more of the Baba Nyonya cuisine &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianfood.net/Nyonyafood.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, by now you can imagine my joy when we have decided to spend our CNY holiday here. In my mind all sort of food is like a slideshow, running piece by piece &lt;s&gt;showing&lt;/s&gt; tempting me to eat, eat and eat more. But the best part is, i've lost weight instead of gaining them! Phwoar! This is getting better and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempted to come and visit already? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you're here and wonder where to stay, check this &lt;a href="http://www.arenaahotels.com.my/index.php?route=common/main"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37LUZpQ0sI/AAAAAAAABU0/LBdqesDSLl0/s1600-h/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37LUZpQ0sI/AAAAAAAABU0/LBdqesDSLl0/s400/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008951251915458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Main Entrance of Hotel Arenaa De Luxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we DO have other places to stay like Mr. Driver's home and all, but since i've gotten this offer to do this advert, so we thought, why not? Plus, it makes us feel like we're on a vacation or something instead of &lt;i&gt;balik kampung&lt;/i&gt; and stay at your own house. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S35wi7ZeC6I/AAAAAAAABUs/uLW6aWF84Xc/s1600-h/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S35wi7ZeC6I/AAAAAAAABUs/uLW6aWF84Xc/s400/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439909145272519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Main Entrance (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really a blessing that we are fortunate enough to be invited to stay at the hotel and test it out. Thank you God. I will cherish and appreciate it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Mx3URB6I/AAAAAAAABU8/ThoHcoihaEc/s1600-h/arenaa-de-luxe-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Mx3URB6I/AAAAAAAABU8/ThoHcoihaEc/s400/arenaa-de-luxe-room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440010556944746402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our room. Nice right? We were staying in Executive Room, on the highest floor. This floor is actually the Executive Floor, where all pricey rooms are located and the ultimate Presidential Suite. The room consists of 2 queen sized bed, a work area with the most comfortable working chair, one 32" LCD tv equipped with various Astro channels, air-conditioned, 6 pillows, big wardrobe with enough clothes hanger, a safety deposit box, &lt;b&gt;VERY FAST LAN &amp;amp; WI-FI SERVICE&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;which is like the mostest importancest to us&lt;/i&gt;) and a well equipped washroom. Although they do not have a tub, they have a very good, let me rephrase,&lt;b&gt; GREAT&lt;/b&gt; compensation of a&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'powderfull' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;shower unit. Seriously. Damn good. I usually take only 2 showers a day but during the 4 days 3 nights we stayed here, i think i took about 898989 showers daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37TF0G7PZI/AAAAAAAABVE/gNDiNvMQtcY/s1600-h/arenaa-de-luxe-room-washroom-shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37TF0G7PZI/AAAAAAAABVE/gNDiNvMQtcY/s400/arenaa-de-luxe-room-washroom-shower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440017496750636434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the thing that 'hooked' me. See those small little knobs? Those were very powerful okay. "Dun &lt;i&gt;pray pray&lt;/i&gt; ah!" But, this is another post for another day. Today i will just introduce the hotel to you. And all that is in it of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take a look around the lobby area. There is a lounge at the inner side of the area, a reception to welcome the crowd, sitting area in front of the reception and a cafe area. But alas, while we were there, the cafe is not operating as this is a very new hotel, about 2-3 months max? It would be good if there were room service as well but since we were in Malacca, almost everywhere you go, there will be food so it's really not that bad. It's just that the room is too comfy and nice, and you wouldn't want to leave it at all! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Up9dTvhI/AAAAAAAABVM/vUl1T51oy_0/s1600-h/arenaa-de-luxe-lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Up9dTvhI/AAAAAAAABVM/vUl1T51oy_0/s400/arenaa-de-luxe-lounge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440019217247354386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37VBTOwNSI/AAAAAAAABVU/ZAQQLeN5I5o/s1600-h/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel-deckchairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37VBTOwNSI/AAAAAAAABVU/ZAQQLeN5I5o/s400/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel-deckchairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440019618228876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Outdoor Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37WuaGN2oI/AAAAAAAABVc/5p-KCE2oZ4s/s1600-h/indoor-cafe-area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37WuaGN2oI/AAAAAAAABVc/5p-KCE2oZ4s/s400/indoor-cafe-area.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440021492677859970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Indoor Cafe Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37XCTeohtI/AAAAAAAABVk/5EJF0IAfKvs/s1600-h/indoor-lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37XCTeohtI/AAAAAAAABVk/5EJF0IAfKvs/s400/indoor-lounge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440021834498606802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lounge in front of the Reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel follows the Boutique Hotel concept, a concept where furnitures are decorated in themed, stylish and aspirational manner. Usually ranging from 3 - 50 guest rooms, the hotel promotes individuality and personal, hence a big difference from the usual big chain hotels. All furnitures, fixtures and fittings are being posed with such class and elegance here don't you think so? Delicate motives and contemporary designs items were used to decorate the place. Like the vintage-y black and silver chairs, it's as if you were some rich movie star and owned those chairs at your living room or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few items are gonna be a surprise to you. Well, it DID surprised me la, and yes i don't really travel much, but i believed every little counts so, i think this is real thoughtful (&lt;i&gt;prolly not such a good idea as we tend to eat more during CNY as we all live in denial that we are all prim and slim&lt;/i&gt;) of the Management Team of the hotel to think of such items isn't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Z_H3_VDI/AAAAAAAABVs/Q3dvf6jZUyg/s1600-h/weighting-machine-arenaa-de-luxe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37Z_H3_VDI/AAAAAAAABVs/Q3dvf6jZUyg/s400/weighting-machine-arenaa-de-luxe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025078379009074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. A weighing machine. Would you all face the fact and weight yourself during festive seasons? I did anyway, out of curiosity and fascination towards the machine. I know la, i am abit jakun here but damn syiok lo. Fully automated and detailed accuracy for your weight, good what. I live in reality thank you very much. And im pleased to know that i have actually lost some weight, and i ate like pig during this CNY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37bZkrmsdI/AAAAAAAABV0/K_U5xRwgZsI/s1600-h/arenaa-de-luxe-room-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37bZkrmsdI/AAAAAAAABV0/K_U5xRwgZsI/s400/arenaa-de-luxe-room-clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440026632299917778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of us, like ME, who don't wear a watch and solely rely on my handphone to know what time it is, this is a very thoughtful gesture of the hotel to provide us with a clock. In the menial times i have travelled, most rooms do not have a clock and it is really hard for us to know what time as we were drowsy and need to search the hp before can read the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the whole duration of my stay, the staff here were polite and very accomodative. Need a towel? Sure Ma'am, rightaway. Housekeeping are done daily, unless you request not to la. Where got people wanna live in a dirty room wan?? O__O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they are very new, they have not done any media marketing. Most business are from words of mouth, family-introduce-friends, emails, calls and like me freelance advert writer. The hotel is located at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO. 222 (LOT 639) JALAN UJONG PASIR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;75050 MELAKA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+606 - 288 3399&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, make your reservations &lt;a href="http://www.arenaahotels.com.my/index.php?route=booking/inquiry"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8588614806451458501?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8588614806451458501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8588614806451458501&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8588614806451458501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8588614806451458501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip-to-malacca.html' title='A Trip to Malacca.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S37LUZpQ0sI/AAAAAAAABU0/LBdqesDSLl0/s72-c/maindoor-arenaa-de-luxe-hotel-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4817007636402150279</id><published>2010-02-14T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:21:16.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Year of Tiger 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S347k6TdryI/AAAAAAAABUk/yoAuWsF2DaY/s1600-h/Puppy_Tiger_2010_by_Tc_Chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S347k6TdryI/AAAAAAAABUk/yoAuWsF2DaY/s400/Puppy_Tiger_2010_by_Tc_Chan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439850905222360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to my family, friends and blog readers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the year of Tiger brings &lt;b&gt;better opportunities&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;better career prospects&lt;/b&gt;, many &lt;b&gt;prosperous&lt;/b&gt; chances and&lt;b&gt; greater health &lt;/b&gt;to enjoy what you will make out of this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4817007636402150279?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4817007636402150279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4817007636402150279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4817007636402150279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4817007636402150279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/02/year-of-tiger-2010.html' title='Year of Tiger 2010'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S347k6TdryI/AAAAAAAABUk/yoAuWsF2DaY/s72-c/Puppy_Tiger_2010_by_Tc_Chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5841243807554310340</id><published>2010-02-09T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:49:47.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Psstt.. Wanna know something?</title><content type='html'>Did you know?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently there is an ongoing promotion in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mabsncals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mabs N Cals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You can view them &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?act=ST&amp;amp;f=215&amp;amp;t=1322066"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/webshaper/store/specials.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The response to it was great and i would like to thank the people involved with the creating the products, advertising them, recommended them with words of mouth, genuine enough to help us sincerely and.. And.. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, the promotion will end on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;12th January 2010&lt;/span&gt;. Better purchase yours now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Promo is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;RM 15 OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Valentine's Special. Go! Go! Go! Grab them today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5841243807554310340?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5841243807554310340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5841243807554310340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5841243807554310340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5841243807554310340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/02/psstt-wanna-know-something.html' title='Psstt.. Wanna know something?'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2268272028604638408</id><published>2010-02-09T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:48:53.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Advertorial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know, this is my first ever advertorial post that i have written. It wasn’t supposed to be this first, I had something else in mind somehow, somewhere, and something happened and I just can’t go back to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Advertorial.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows that Chinese New Year is just around the corner, like very near. Very very near loh. Bought all the necessary stuff yet? By necessary, i meant clothes, household items, food items to stock up your house, new furnitures, new coat of paint, new shoes, new car, new house(!), new bf/gf(!!), new hubby/wife (!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, i was just joking about the new bf / gf / hubby / wife. &lt;i&gt;Lol.&lt;/i&gt; Well, the ones that you have now used to be &lt;b&gt;“new”&lt;/b&gt; sometime ago, so it doesn’t meant that you had something old all along isn’t it? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guys, i am emphasizing on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because im pretty sure that all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there knew what day it is on the &lt;i&gt;14th February 2010&lt;/i&gt;. Nope, it is not JUST first day of Chinese New Year. It is also going to be Valentine’s Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No no no. Don’t even think of getting out of this one with excuses like;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Baby, it’s CNY. Let’s just go back hometown and do our usual visiting.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Honey, c’mon. It’s CNY. Yea, i know it’s Valentine’s too but do you really wanna SULK the whole day just because i did not get you anything? It brings bad luck and ill fortune!”&lt;/i&gt; (And just because of that, the wife/gf will immediately put the case to rest and the happy &lt;s&gt;bastard&lt;/s&gt; get’s off scot-free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Wifey dearest, no worries okay? We will celebrate AFTER cny so we didn’t miss out anything.”&lt;/i&gt; (That’s abit late but if both agreed on it, i guess it should be fine isn’t it? Now whether he WILL remember to do what he said is a different thing altogether)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time Out.&lt;/b&gt; Very hungry lah. Going to make myself a Milo and Maggi Mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Im back. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where was i? Oh yea. The metaphoric conversation between bf/gf/hubby/wife. And so, which one do you think most probably will happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the GIRLS get scolding like the sulking one? Or the delay one? Probably a replacement perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, it shouldn’t happen like this. Why be so giam and try to work your way out of getting your gf/wife a gift? Yes, probably most of wives now wants something else rather than gifts but if you send her something, it shows alot more about you isn’t it? It shows that you are still romantic, conscious and constantly making the relationship new and alive. If both of you just let things be and go with the flow without putting in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (at least) &lt;/span&gt;some effort into your relationship, it will sooner or later wither and die. So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have i put in some senses into your brains yet guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ehem.&lt;/span&gt; Hence this is the advert that i am going to write. So ladies and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GENTLEMENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, heads up and look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BLzjkcphI/AAAAAAAABUM/figFj5LPfFQ/s1600-h/roses-closeshot-raw-sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BLzjkcphI/AAAAAAAABUM/figFj5LPfFQ/s400/roses-closeshot-raw-sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435928099329713682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How’s the sneak peek? Nice? Let’s see the ACTUAL product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BM9hGTEQI/AAAAAAAABUU/wcUs1ymQus4/s1600-h/my-love-for-u-is-genuine-mixed-color-roses-horizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BM9hGTEQI/AAAAAAAABUU/wcUs1ymQus4/s400/my-love-for-u-is-genuine-mixed-color-roses-horizontal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435929369976705282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is called Genuine Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The arrangement consist of 40 stalks of&lt;i&gt; Sweet Light Pink Roses &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Deep Crimson Roses&lt;/i&gt;, the colour that is not too conventional as Red but slightly deeper than the light pink as a contrast, arranged in an abstract coordination and lastly be put in a crystal clear vase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to a research, 40 stalks of Roses meant&lt;i&gt; “my love for you is genuine”&lt;/i&gt;. The name struck a chord when the creative team building their products in MnC, and they kept it for further reference. When the team found these two colours and mixed them together, they have found it. And so, that is the short discovery of this product called Genuine Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ehem.&lt;/span&gt; By &lt;i&gt;‘creative team’&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.mabsncals.blogspot.com/"&gt;MnC&lt;/a&gt;, i meant the persons involved in creating something out of nothing. So, who do you think is behind all this? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, MnC means &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Mabs N Cals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Visit us &lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to know more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Genuine Love is being market at &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM 130&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BNxpi93SI/AAAAAAAABUc/Gk-gVmi6GAE/s1600-h/mini-roses-casalilies-berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BNxpi93SI/AAAAAAAABUc/Gk-gVmi6GAE/s400/mini-roses-casalilies-berries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435930265597631778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Intimate Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consist of &lt;i&gt;Deep Crimson Roses&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;White Casa Lilies&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Red Berries&lt;/i&gt;, being arranged nicely in a crystal glass vase. It is very easy to give, take, maintain and care for the flowers. All the hard work was borne by the creative team. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is priced at &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM 60&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you purchase both items from this blog, you can get 10% off. Can’t read properly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10% OFF.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special treat just for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To view more on other discounts or products, view &lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/webshaper/store/news.asp#9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: If you went to the website and could not find both products, no worries. It’s because we have the special privilege to introduce to you here first. The product should be up in a day or two.&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/1127062957471885230-2268272028604638408?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2268272028604638408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2268272028604638408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2268272028604638408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2268272028604638408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-advertorial.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Advertorial.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S3BLzjkcphI/AAAAAAAABUM/figFj5LPfFQ/s72-c/roses-closeshot-raw-sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3214514967480599023</id><published>2010-01-31T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:24:40.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>My very first ADVERT!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited. I have my very first Advert to write. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming right up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3214514967480599023?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3214514967480599023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3214514967480599023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3214514967480599023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3214514967480599023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-very-first-advert.html' title='My very first ADVERT!!!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6386817098200778866</id><published>2010-01-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:47:44.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>As i walked down the hallway, i could not believe that i am here, yet again. This time, the person is very much younger. So young, so full of life, so much in front of her, so much to do, yet all is in vain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago, i blogged about &lt;a href="http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/08/bff.html"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i am going to blog about someone with the same fate. Only younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Yinn Ying. She was my cousin sister. Her mom is my dad's youngest sister. She was just 15 years old when this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, her mother, my aunt was a very rebellious teenager. Ran away from home, dated guys without parents' knowledge, gotten pregnant and married in early twenties. Hence, this is the love child between her and her now ex-husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family wasn't a big family. My dad is the eldest, have 2 younger sisters and 1 younger brother. My uncle have 1 son and the lil boy is only 4 years old this year. The other aunt did not marry and my youngest aunt have since remarried after the divorce. She have 1 daughter and 1 son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt divorced at a very young age, when Yinn Ying was just a child and her brother a baby, not even a toddler. The father took the son as his family favors sons more and hence my aunt took Yinn Ying. She was a very strict mother. As she knew, she have gone through so much and experienced so many things, thus she thought by being strict to her only daughter, it will protect her daughter from harm and protect her from going through the same shitty things she'd gone through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas, her daughter is just like her. Both very stubborn, rebellious and would not listen. Both would just do whatever they wanted and not take heed from anyone else. When things backfire, they will suffer the consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, on the fateful day, January 10th 2010, approximately 1am, Yinn Ying climbed out her room window, tried to walk over to the other main door balcony, tried to run away from her home to meet the guy she wanted so much to see, and alas, she fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was staying at level 17th of a condominium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lost her life just like that. Nobody knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The security guards found her body and recognized her from which unit, called up and woke her mom. Her mom did not believe them, looked frantically in her house, kitchen, toilets, her room, little brother's room and when she returned to Yinn Ying's room, she saw her windows were opened. She walked slowly towards it, and finally, she looked down from the window, and saw her daughter lying there at the ground floor, drained and lifeless.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was what we know of how they found Yinn Ying's body. At least, her frontal features are alright, she still look pretty and no harm to her face and body. But the post-mortem results showed that all her inner organs have 'exploded' and should she be able to survive the fall, she most probably be 'vegetable' for the rest of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That fateful night, her mom last talked to her at around 12 something midnight, asking her not to stay up too late. Don't play computer too long, etc. Just like any usual thing a mom would say to a young teenage daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Yinn Ying wanted to go out on Saturday night with her friends and wanted so badly to go out. In fact, the 'friends' were just fabrication. She wanted to meet up with a guy she got to know from Facebook. But because it was too late, around 11pm her mom forbids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thus, Yinn Ying thought that after waited till her mom is asleep, she will make her move to go out. She did not really want to run away, just wanted to have a little fun, a challenge or experience. Why would she so dumb to climb the window you ask? Because her mom, knowing her daughter very well, locked her room door from the outside. Yinn Ying have tried and succeeded in sneaking out of her house numerous times and drove her mom's car out, yes without license and she is only &lt;b&gt;FUCKING 15&lt;/b&gt; leh! Damn, when i was 15, i was so timid and scared of my dad. Btw, i still am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And so, that is why she chose the window. Tied a raffia string, ONE raffia string damnit *is she out of her mind?* to her bed frame, and climb out her window. Just. Like. That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we guessed that she lost her footing and fell, flat on her back as she did not have much external injuries, only a few minor bruises on her palm and elbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how hard it is for an old man, an 81 year old man precisely to know of this piece of mis fortunate news? Have you seen an old man cried? Really break down and cried? Sobbing non-stop? I did. He was my grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it breaks my heart to see my aunt, broken and devastated. Cried until no more tears. Her ex-husband cried noiselessly. And my mom, cried and sobbed until i feel that my heart is gonna burst from all the sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace my dear little sister. Hope you have better things coming your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6386817098200778866?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6386817098200778866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6386817098200778866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6386817098200778866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6386817098200778866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8486518665317979906</id><published>2010-01-16T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:25:10.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Yes, i am damn tulan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S1E-Go8aRbI/AAAAAAAABUA/QQ-boLiKvuM/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S1E-Go8aRbI/AAAAAAAABUA/QQ-boLiKvuM/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427187309749093810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, i am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;VERY PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. At frigging 8AM someone played disco songs &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I, on the other hand is, is having my beauty sleep. I slept at &lt;b&gt;2.30am&lt;/b&gt; btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I was having a very nice dream, something about receiving a stack of money, all fifty ringgit notes leh! Then all of a sudden, i wondered why got &lt;i&gt;"tum tum tum tum"&lt;/i&gt; sound in the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;THEN!&lt;/b&gt; I woke up, and found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am still damn tulan even after i rant it on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mabel.cheong?ref=profile"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/acutecritique"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8486518665317979906?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8486518665317979906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8486518665317979906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8486518665317979906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8486518665317979906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-i-am-damn-tulan.html' title='Yes, i am damn tulan.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S1E-Go8aRbI/AAAAAAAABUA/QQ-boLiKvuM/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7872036183257191600</id><published>2010-01-15T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:39:55.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Reading Materials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instructions: Look at the list and put an ‘x’ after those you have read. Tag other book nerds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(Few pages only.. Then have splitting headaches and gave up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 The Bible &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(Children version counted or not?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X and the second book Little Wives too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(Read the other book though, the Thousand Splendid Suns)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(Read this few pages then abandon it already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(Wanted to read this..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76 The Inferno – Dante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(I've always wanted to read this, but everytime want to buy there are no stock or not available! FML!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee~! I read 23 books outta this 100 list. Hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tag was &lt;s&gt;snatched borrowed&lt;/s&gt; taken from &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/2010/01/15/books/"&gt;fourfeetnine's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Sounds fun to do, so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes and i admit it very much that i'm a nerd okay. I read a lot but somehow after doing this tag, i found that my "a lot" does not seem much.. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*time to get those books and start reading*&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/1127062957471885230-7872036183257191600?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-materials.html' title='Reading Materials.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7872036183257191600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7872036183257191600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7872036183257191600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7872036183257191600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-materials.html' title='Reading Materials.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3310758321826791046</id><published>2010-01-13T23:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:43:38.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ah Beng &amp; Ah Lian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Classic Ah Beng &amp;amp; Ah Lian jokes.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Seng wants to make love with Ah Lian but he is afraid that Ah Lian will get pregnant, so he approaches his friend Ah Beng for advice. Ah Beng said "Aiya, very easy one lah. Nah, take this packet of condoms and follow the instructions, nothing will happen one." So Ah Seng takes the condom and at night makes love with Ah Lian. Two months later, Ah Seng comes to look for Ah Beng and tells him that Ah Lian is pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cannot be what, did you follow the instructions or not?" asks Ah Beng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Na -bei! Got lah. The box says "Stretch the condom over organ before intercourse, I got no organ, so I stretch it over my piano loh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng to a long-distance telephone operator:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Could you please tell me the time difference between Taipei and Las Vegas?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operator: "Just a minute......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng: "Thank You," and puts down the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a bar in New York, the man to Ah Beng's left tells the bartender," JOHNNIE WALKER, SINGLE." and his companion says, "JACK DANIELS, SINGLE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bartender approaches Ah Beng and asks," AND YOU, SIR?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng replies:" Tan Ah Beng, MARRIED."&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After completing a jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on quite for some time, Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It took me ONLY FIVE MONTHS TO DO IT," Ah Beng brags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"FIVE MONTHS? THAT'S TOO LONG," the friend exclaims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"YOU ARE A FOOL."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng replies," NO LAH, SEE THIS BOX, IT IS WRITTEN FOR 4-7YRS, LEH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng took part in the Singapore Manhunt Competition. During the Q&amp;amp;A segment, the host asks, "Name a drink that begins with the letter 'G'."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd shouts, "Gin! Gin!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others exclaim, "No it's Grape Juice!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another smart aleck yells, "Alamak, Gatorade!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host: "Quiet please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng laughs hysterically like a hyena before replying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"C'mon man, you think I need your help? I got more original answer: Guni!" (cow's milk in Hokkien).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng had just bought a new computer and was using it when he encountered some problems. He decided to use the 'Help' command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some tries, he became irritated and called the computer retailer for support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng: "I pressed the 'F1' key for help... But it's been over half an hour and still nobody has came to help me???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Computer Retailer: ...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an English class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: "Class, do you know the meaning of parents?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng: "Yes, teacher, it means father and mother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: "Good. Can you give me an example?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng: "Sure. Cowboy's parents mean cowboy's father and mother. Also can say Cowboy's father is Cow Pay and Cowboy's mother is Cow Boo. So together we say Cow Pay Cow Boo (KPKB)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher fainted...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng with his two red ears went to his doctor. The doctor asked him what happened to his ears and he answered;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring loh but instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear. So kena loh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh dear!" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But...what happen to the other ear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aiyah! That stoooopid dumbo called back!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng rent a boat and fish in a lake everyday. One day, they caught 30 fishes. Ah Beng said to Ah Seng;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mark this spot so that we can come back here again tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, when they were driving to rent the boat, Ah Beng asked Ah Seng;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did you mark that spot?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Seng replie; "Yeah, I put a big X on the bottom of the boat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng said, "You stupid fool! What if we don't get that same boat today !?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng exited and locked the car in a hurry, forgetting to remove the key which was in the ignition. Realizing the mistake, Ah Beng asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why don't we get a coat hanger to open it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, that won't work," answered Ah Seng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"People might think we're trying to break in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Ah Beng suggested,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What if we use a pocket knife to cut the rubber, then stuck a finger in and pull up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lock?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," said Ah Seng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"People will think we're too dumb to use a coat hanger."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "kan cheong" Ah Beng shouted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We better think of something fast. It's staring to rain and the sunroof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is open!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng serving his NS overseas and far from home, was annoyed and upset when his girl Ah Lian wrote to break off their engagement and asking for her photograph back. He went out and collected from his friends all the unwanted photographs of women that he could find, bundled them all together and sent them to her with a note stating the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Regret cannot remember which one is you. Please keep your photo and return the others."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Ah Beng , Ah Seng and Ah Lian went for dinner at the Compass Rose at the top of the Westin Stamford. After dinner, they went to the lift scanned the buttons and couldn't find the button for the first floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng suggested taking the stairs but Ah Lian decided to press the lift button "G". They found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;themselves on the first ground and Ah Beng remarked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wah, you so smart, ah. How did you know this was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ground floor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Lian replied ," Aiyah so simple you also dunno! G: stands for gero loh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening, Ah Beng and Ah Lian went to a lounge and requested the DJ to play the song "Ah Cheng Buey Lo Ti" (Ah Cheng buys bread). The DJ told them they only played English songs and asked them to request another song. They were upset and complained to the manager that the DJ was insulting them. After many hours of calming them down, the manager found out they were actually requesting the Righteous Brothers song;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Unchained Melody".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng and Ah Seng went to a hawker centre. Ah Seng noticed the hygiene grades issued by the Ministry of Health pasted at each stall and asked Ah Beng,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, the 'A', 'B', 'C' and 'D' stand for what ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng snorted and said, "Aiyah, this sort of thing you also dunno! 'D' stand for 'delicious', 'C' stand for 'can eat', 'B' stand for 'buay sai' (cannot) and 'A' stand for 'Alamak'!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time ago, a rich Singapore tycoon wanted to know how happy a man could be if he was given one wish. He paid three people to test out his experiment. The rules were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Each person could only have one wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They will be left on a deserted island for 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Food, but not liquor would be provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first contestant, Billy Clinton (USA) asked for 30 prettiest PLAYBOY centerfolds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So I can make the most beautiful babies in the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second contestant, Jon Major (UK) said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want 30 years' supply of booze."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last contestant, Ah Beng (Singapore) said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want 30 years' supply of Saa-lim (Salem) cigarettes so I can smoke until I song-song."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 years later, the three contestants came back for a press conference. Billy had with him 200 children and 30 estranged women. He remarked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It has been a long sexual experience for me and was wondering whether anyone care to buy a child. I will even throw in the mother for free!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon, hanging on to a bottle of beer, was suffering from a hangover but he managed to utter these words.h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God save the Beer! The Queen can drink seawater."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last contestant, Ah Beng, hugging onto cartons of Salem shouted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ni na beh! Buay kee gia lighter!!!" (@#$*! Forgot to bring lighter!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LMAO! Just found this Classic Ah Beng and Ah Lian jokes from the forum. Really classic whey.. Read this ages ago.. Seems like most stuff i found, saw, or seen are kinda old-fashion even to myself. Signs of catching up with Age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh by the way, found this picture from Brother's fb. This is how the Thai Fish Farm looks like during daytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0362eoAKhI/AAAAAAAABT4/sBM98X9H2l0/s1600-h/20369_239319049138_626859138_3236480_2516639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0362eoAKhI/AAAAAAAABT4/sBM98X9H2l0/s400/20369_239319049138_626859138_3236480_2516639_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426268939892042258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3310758321826791046?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3310758321826791046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3310758321826791046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3310758321826791046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3310758321826791046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-ah-beng-ah-lian-and-ah-seng-goes.html' title='Ah Beng &amp; Ah Lian.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0362eoAKhI/AAAAAAAABT4/sBM98X9H2l0/s72-c/20369_239319049138_626859138_3236480_2516639_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3753668072647380700</id><published>2010-01-12T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:01:20.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum Yum'/><title type='text'>Thai Fish Farm at Hulu Langat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday was my off day (finally!) and as usual i went back to Mom's place to chillax. Then, around late noon, the sky is getting darker, hence we huffed and puffed scurrying around helping Mom to quickly close her stall, because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her stall is not waterproof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND being rained on your supposedly &lt;i&gt;"sunshiny off day"&lt;/i&gt; is absolutely &lt;b&gt;NO FUN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we sent her back home. Brother was at home as he came back on Friday, before heading out to work again on Monday. This time, to Kuantan, even further than Pahang leh. Wtf. So, all of us just chill at home and guess what. My cousin was watching a very old drama series. It was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Journey to the West&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; part 1, the one with Dicky Cheong. Oh my gosh. Ages ago since i watched that show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, Mr. Driver just want to send mom home and we ciao go dinner ourselves but Mom persisted that we stay for dinner and wait for Dad to come home. So i &lt;s&gt;begged pleaded&lt;/s&gt; asked Mr. Driver to &lt;i&gt;"stay lah, we eat dinner with my family. Moreover i'm not always home ma.."&lt;/i&gt; &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, he relented. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my oh-sho-shmat Brother suggested to go eat at this place very the Ulu wan. Situated on top of a hill called Hulu Langat, near to Look Out Point, if you ever know where is that. =__=; But surprisingly, after googling the restaurant's name, a few blogs came up and they did a review of it wor. So much by saying that it was an "Ulu place". By Ulu means kampung-ish or too rural of a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, we cheated. Oklah, not really cheated cheated but we 'cut the queue' or 'sin zham hau chao' because my Dad would NEVER EVER WANT to eat there 'cause after the place goes through an expansion and renovation, they charged a per entry parking fee of RM 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=____=; Right? Just because of RM 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we left home to the restaurant first as Dad needs to pump petrol. Upon reaching the place, Brother called Dad and lied that we were ALREADY there. LOL! Sho farney. Dad was pissed of course but we don't care, as our need to eat there is bigger than his emotion.  ^o^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, as we were there earlier, we got the upper hand in ordering what ever dishes we want. Muahahaha~ As you can see, Dad is quite a particular person and his choice of dishes never change much for the past 50 over years of his life. So... That is why we NEED to do what we did, all in order to get to eat what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dad, Mom and Cousin reached about 20 minutes later, we have done ordering, chose the tea and were sitting happily as we smiled at them as innocently as we could. By we, i meant Brother, Brother's Gf, Mr. Driver and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first dish that arrived that night was Steamed Okra (Ladies Fingers) with Fried Anchovies, Brother's Gf's favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yKgjo9LaI/AAAAAAAABTw/iDRQIBUyhNI/s400/steamed-okra.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425863943002074530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steamed Okra with Fried Anchovies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Up next was Seafood Tom Yam. Very flavorful, just the right amount of spicyness and crisp sour-ish of the soup base. Oh yeah, by the way, that's Brother. Acting shock. I think he should "Act Syiok" instead of "Act Shock". Looked more like a retard to me. (^o^)b&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yKBDPDE1I/AAAAAAAABTo/hV1pO-c8_HE/s400/seafood-tomyam.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425863401727529810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eafood Tom Yam Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then MY favorite vege arrived! The nicest Belacan Fried Pucuk Paku i have ever tried in KL. Nom nom nom. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yIMN8_IYI/AAAAAAAABTg/baNGbBgUmFs/s400/pucuk-paku-belacan.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425861394559869314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Belacan Fried Pucuk Paku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the fishes arrived. &lt;b&gt;Fish&lt;/b&gt;ionably Late. Hahaha&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~ Ok peeps, this is Thai Style Steamed Talapia Fish. Everybody say &lt;i&gt;"Hello!"&lt;/i&gt; This is Mom's favorite. How can we forget to order her favorite leh. That would be so heartless of us. (T3T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yH3KEzFuI/AAAAAAAABTY/TAy-v6uWvjU/s400/steamed-talapia-fish-thai-style.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425861032741639906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Thai Style Steamed Talapia Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contestant No. 2 is Ms. Salted Egg Fried Sotong from Venezuela. Lol. Trying to be funny, but even i myself thinks that i'm lame. Sigh.. But this dish is damn nice leh! But must faster eat once the plate being placed on your table. Actually i meant, eat it while it's hot lah.. Because after the fried sotong cool down, it is not crunchy anymore and the salted egg sauce will make the thing soggy and it is not nice to eat already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yHiASaF7I/AAAAAAAABTQ/DOq1S6tiipg/s400/salted-egg-fried-sotong.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425860669337114546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Salted Egg Fried Sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next on the AFC channel, Chef at Home by Chef Micheal with his signature dish for the day; Grilled Lamb Shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha~ How does that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tender meat of lamb grilled to perfection, amidst this is NOT a professional western food joint nor made by a professional grilling chef like Robert Rainford or something. So it tastes pretty good, not too well done nor too rare and marinated just nice with all flavors intact after grilling. At RM 10 per plate, i think we could not ask for more loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yG9eyKZEI/AAAAAAAABTI/XZ1rKe2_Lv8/s400/grilled-lamb-shoulder.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425860041868207170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Grilled Lamb Shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, my absolutely favoritest favorite from Thai Fish Farm Restaurant: The Salt-coated Grilled Talapia Fish. This is actually quite pricey, RM 27 for a medium sized fish, coat it with lots and lots of salt and grill? Put it over fire until the fish is cooked. More like barbequing the fish? I don't know and not quite sure what is the term to use for the method of cooking this dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yGcFgwugI/AAAAAAAABTA/9Bf4Sf8I4Gc/s400/salt-coated-grilled-talapia-fish.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425859468148652546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Salt-coated Grilled Talapia Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so this is all the dishes that we have ordered that night, thanks to Brother and I, the two mischievous ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Address &amp;amp; Contact:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Restaurant Thai Fish Farm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Km 4, Jalan Ampang Hulu Langat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68000 Ampang, Selangor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GPS: 3.130077, 101.803586&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tel: 017-251 5235, 019-260 6493&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3753668072647380700?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3753668072647380700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3753668072647380700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3753668072647380700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3753668072647380700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2010/01/thai-fish-farm-at-hulu-langat.html' title='Thai Fish Farm at Hulu Langat'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0yKgjo9LaI/AAAAAAAABTw/iDRQIBUyhNI/s72-c/steamed-okra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5449878951452941735</id><published>2009-12-31T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:59:01.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its a PARRTTYYYYY'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzyQto7Lg5I/AAAAAAAABSo/cEf2FdmtLNM/s1600-h/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421367165201384338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzyQto7Lg5I/AAAAAAAABSo/cEf2FdmtLNM/s400/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 500px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 600px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this post is up on my blog, i am either sipping my cold hoegaarden beer with someone special or sharing a pork knuckle or two. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*shouts across the blogsphere*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; May the new year brings new hope, happiness, health, and abundance of wealth to everyone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder why every time i wishes someone something, it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sounded like it is Chinese New Year. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, people like to hear good things innit? So there, another self-reassurance. So, last but not least, don't get too drunk ya? Hangover are bitches. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember this time, last year, i was at Tanya's place, going to have sleepover and countdown together at 1Utama. So fast time has passed isn't it? This time, this year, she is few thousands of kilometers away, working through new year in the kitchen, without me by her side. If you see this Theng, I wanna wish you have a Happy New Year with your loved ones. Be happy ok? Life is beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: As i was googling some decent pictures to attach to this post, i saw many pictures of ladies wearing g-strings and with alphabets on their butts. What's with butts anyway? Why not on boobs? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5449878951452941735?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5449878951452941735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5449878951452941735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5449878951452941735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5449878951452941735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010~!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzyQto7Lg5I/AAAAAAAABSo/cEf2FdmtLNM/s72-c/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2141113004096529924</id><published>2009-12-30T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:50:40.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Avatar in 3D.</title><content type='html'>I have just watch Avatar in 3D with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/aprilyim"&gt;@aprilyim&lt;/a&gt; at Pavilion. When was the last time again i watch something with her? Hmm.. Ah ha.. I think it was Mamma Mia, damn long ago man..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i wouldn't say i'm not impressed with the movie. I think the graphic was great. But then again, it was all graphic-works, as per said by Ms. Yim.. Oh well.. But let me tell you this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. WILL. NOT. WATCH. MOVIE. IN. 3D. EVER. AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*unless they confirm you will not have any side effects after watching it or something*&lt;/span&gt; While watching it was fine, but after the movie, both April and i have splitting headaches. And mine won't go away until i had a cold shower and iced cold strawberry. Yes Ms. Yim, i am having F&amp;amp;N Strawberry again. Please God, i don't want to be diabetic! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*prays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SztiNrVX6uI/AAAAAAAABSg/vveF2AiF6-8/s1600-h/av1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SztiNrVX6uI/AAAAAAAABSg/vveF2AiF6-8/s400/av1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421034563580717794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The attached screenshot is one of the favorite scene in the movie that i like, the time when the male lead is going through a test to see if he succeeds to be accepted to be one of the Omaticaya clan. He is approaching a banshee at Mountain Banshee to capture one and to bond with it. And make it his pet or something. Kinda cool!!  \(^o^)\ You will see him with a string-like thing to tie a banshee and to connect his hair with the banshee's or something wtf. Another thing about this movie, their end hair got something like the octopus's legs or something. Very geli loh! The male lead hold up his hair to take a closer look at it, it will move, lembik-lembik like earthworm and will connect to a tree/animal to bond. Ewww..... Yucky and geli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to google a decent picture of those banshees but don't have leh. I guess the movie is still too new and no screenshots yet. Sighh.. Go watch the movie yourself. It is not the favoritest movie for me this year but it is definitely one of the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh! I forgot. The best quote in the movie is during the part where the male lead, Jake at the Banshee Mountain about to capture a banshee, he asked Neytiri:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How would i know that it chooses me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It would want to kill you."&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/1127062957471885230-2141113004096529924?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2141113004096529924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2141113004096529924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2141113004096529924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2141113004096529924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-in-3d.html' title='Avatar in 3D.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SztiNrVX6uI/AAAAAAAABSg/vveF2AiF6-8/s72-c/av1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8169022432873777214</id><published>2009-12-25T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:27:20.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Tis' Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzTLdnOtUII/AAAAAAAABSQ/X24IN0GtmT0/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzTLdnOtUII/AAAAAAAABSQ/X24IN0GtmT0/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419179961240866946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A huge ass picture of the Current Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. I am getting abit annoyed at Christmas already. Now, i just couldn't wait for it to pass. Then i can have another long months to wait eagerly for it again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why i am annoyed? Sigh.. Because this year, due to many unforeseen circumstances, i did not get a chance to celebrate lo. Here i am, on Christmas &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; night, sitting in front of my laptop typing away after a long hard day of work. Ok. I kid. It wasn't a long hard day but a long day nonetheless. But the good side is, i can come home and relax, play my favorite games in Facebook and did some touch-up works for my own &lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tonnes of things to say, many are long-winded grandmother stories but i guess i will just leave it for another day for i have finally decided to go out. It's been ages since i hang out with &lt;a href="http://vervesincomposition.com/"&gt;Ms. Yim&lt;/a&gt;. Since i have been promoted and moved to Kajang permanently? Well, work is work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work = $$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work = No $$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plain and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's 10.22pm now. Gotta wake the sleepyhead for his shift and head out to see Ms. Yim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again.&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/1127062957471885230-8169022432873777214?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8169022432873777214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8169022432873777214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8169022432873777214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8169022432873777214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Tis&apos; Christmas.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzTLdnOtUII/AAAAAAAABSQ/X24IN0GtmT0/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1333978213606451544</id><published>2009-12-24T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:15:57.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Have yourself a Merry little Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Been itching to blog since two days ago but was busy updating the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mabsncals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;other blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;'. Did some last minute suggestion to those people who look for last minute gifts suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;How's the Christmas celebration? Today is Christmas Eve, any plans anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Me? I am at home, sitting in front of my laptop, typing away in this blog post. Why i did not go out and have fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;I am too old to do anything youngsters do nowadays like clubbing and drinking wtf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;My man is sick. He is the usual workaholic kinda guy who does not fall sick, but when he did, it is very the parah wan. It is well-known within our circle of friends that i call him Mr. Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Actually he have a lot of nicknames given by yours truly.  But the most common one would be Superman and Mr. Driver. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;NO. I did not put him down by calling him driver. Anyhow, he loves that nickname too. He loves the anonymity. Hope he gets well soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;So that we can go for our belated Christmas celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzN63xTXarI/AAAAAAAABSA/Reg6evPiwhE/s1600-h/christmas-presents1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzN63xTXarI/AAAAAAAABSA/Reg6evPiwhE/s640/christmas-presents1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1333978213606451544?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a Merry little Christmas..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1333978213606451544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1333978213606451544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1333978213606451544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1333978213606451544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a Merry little Christmas..'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SzN63xTXarI/AAAAAAAABSA/Reg6evPiwhE/s72-c/christmas-presents1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7945151392800774743</id><published>2009-12-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:43:37.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>The Awakening.</title><content type='html'>After God-knows how long I have taken to hibernate and exile myself from the blogging world, well.. Not quite exile la and I &lt;s&gt;secretly stalk&lt;/s&gt; discreetly still read a handful of blogs that I simply could not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apart from sleeping, what have I done and am doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the main reason I blog.. Once upon a time, long long ago. I wanted to capture all my memories in this virtual space I call my own and when I grow old and grey, I can go back in time &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*literally*&lt;/span&gt; to relive the moment. So, since I have not been blogging for more than 5 months, what have change? Me. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is,&amp;nbsp;I finally finally changed my blogskin. Believe me, even I myself got so sick of it, I did not even visit my own blog anymore. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes to my second change. I kinda felt like i have joined a cult or something. All this started innocently with a piece of Cheese named &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt;. Go figure. I swear Ma, I'm not swearing. Lol. Even my lame joke sounds like her. Gosh! Come back Mabs. Come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, still remember where I work? I mean, I did not tell exactly where I work la, but I'm sure all of you have already guessed as much isn't it? Yeap. I'm the &lt;i&gt;Coffee Maker, Coffee Pourer, Coffee Master, Coffee Specialist,&lt;/i&gt; bla bla bla.. Yea, THAT job. I am now a Supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not Superman. Just a Barista with MORE PAPERWORK. Urgh. Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth must be the HUGE news that has thrown everyone off their feet, &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; is getting married. Even though I do not know her personally, I felt happy for her. Tried LDR once and that's it for me. So when you see someone actually survived LDR and going to get married, you will also feel happy for her/him la right? Don't tell me you're so heartless or something. Gosh. Believe. There is still HOPE out there. You just gotta FIND him. We're all in a game of Hide &amp;amp; Seek. Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What did I just blabed about? The change was supposed to be me. Hmm.. Tend to get sidetracked alot nowadays. Any remedy for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. I've grown so fat that my walk resembles a wade. Just. Like. A. Duck.&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth. I have been single so more than 2 years. And my status ended in February 12, 2009. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh. I have moved. From KL to Selangor. Gotta commute so damn bloody far everyday. Gah! But. But. Luckily no jam. Don't hate me. Hate my Gut. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight. Bought my FIRST phone in April 30th 2009. The iPhone. Two weeks after that, the 3GS came out. FML MAX. On the other hand, i really should not whine so much. Come to think of it, it sounded so nice that "I bought the phone" instead of "I just paid RM500 and mom paid RM1800". Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth. I have Twitter. And i tweet more that i speak. Lol. Follow me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/acutecritique"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth. Aren't this getting a bit too long and draggy? Bah. Don't care. This is my blog. No fuck. I have grown more direct in speech and words aren't I? I thought so too. How about pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sy4_chZwOyI/AAAAAAAABRo/4rQD4kJoVqk/s1600-h/gros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sy4_chZwOyI/AAAAAAAABRo/4rQD4kJoVqk/s640/gros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the Eleventh. One of the many reasons I have been spending my time with when I was not blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve. Twelth. Twelveth. Wtf. What is the twelve's -th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sy5DHcB4LcI/AAAAAAAABR4/EyunVlJWuKs/s1600-h/IMG_0078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sy5DHcB4LcI/AAAAAAAABR4/EyunVlJWuKs/s400/IMG_0078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my current look. Say Hi when you saw me. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*most unlikely I guess*&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thirteenth.&lt;/s&gt; The last one. Damn long la my update. Even I got bored of myself. So. The last is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owned a Business. Meaning I am a Businesswoman. Owner. Proprietor. Partner. Boss. Ok. I know you all get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mabsandcals.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7945151392800774743?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/awaken.html' title='The Awakening.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7945151392800774743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7945151392800774743&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7945151392800774743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7945151392800774743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/12/awaken.html' title='The Awakening.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sy4_chZwOyI/AAAAAAAABRo/4rQD4kJoVqk/s72-c/gros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1564452714983516436</id><published>2009-06-09T15:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:48:08.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains'/><title type='text'>Pedigree? Pure? Mongrel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Sometimes i really don't understand. Is getting a pure breed that important? Like, THAT important? And i really hate when people stuck their nosy noses to your affairs and then come up with reactions like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;"Eh your dog/cat what breed ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Hello. Mind your own business if you do not appreciate what a furry, four-legged companion can do to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;And for the rest who love those furry, four-legged companions to bits, i welcome your opinions and advices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;And so, we have found out that our precious lil boy is a local mix, a.k.a. not pure breed. But i especially hate those peeps that calls them mongrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;*speak the filthy word with distaste*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;So what if it is a mix? Do they deserve your biased eyes? Do they asked to be a mix in the first place? Do they have a chance before they were born, go up to their moms and dads asking them not to f*ck each other just because they are not from the same breed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Let me just tip the scenario abit. Isn't all this mix breed have a little similarity with our mix race too? So, if you happen to be born as chindian, do you question your parents why you were born like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;So yeah, that is my two cents worth of rants. So if you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*it is just an example that i picked chinese because i am one*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; do you go around calling names to your cousins just because they have a malay mom or and indian dad? Hello! What ever happens to being a part of the country? What happens to the part of being in the same community, of being as a whole? So now you have this Malfoy attitude of calling non-pure breeds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;'Muggle'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;? Shame on you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*tsk tsk tsk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Project 365: #006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345228261966635330" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Si4QyLXmYUI/AAAAAAAABRA/EubM1Nc706I/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Just a random little something i did in the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1564452714983516436?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1564452714983516436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1564452714983516436&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1564452714983516436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1564452714983516436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/06/pedigree-pure-mongrel.html' title='Pedigree? Pure? Mongrel?'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Si4QyLXmYUI/AAAAAAAABRA/EubM1Nc706I/s72-c/IMG_0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5698951055342089213</id><published>2009-06-06T15:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:06:33.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Chronology of Orion's adoption.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so this is my version of story. Coincidentally i had an assignment due on the 18th May, and i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*as usual*&lt;/span&gt; doing my last minute thing when i got the call from April about a rescued puppy by Kelly and Kim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;17th May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7pm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Still dilly-dallying on the assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Sat in front of laptop, but play fb games and opened the assignment page and typed my name and id.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10pm-12am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Assignment got 8 questions, by now i have done question 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Received tweet from my childhood friend April about a rescued Labrador puppy at Amcorp Mall by her friend. Ask me whether i wanted to adopt it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. You can read the story &lt;a href="http://nigelais.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Filed under the title &lt;i&gt;"How Twitter Saved A Life"&lt;/i&gt; on May 17, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. Asked Mr. Driver whether he wants to adopt the dog. He said will think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. I suggested to give to his aunt who loves dogs. Her house got 9 dogs and have a separate house just for other dogs, daily got people to go there to feed the dogs and to shower them, clean the area etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f. Went downstairs to continue my assignment while Mr. Driver secretly google dog names and he decided to call him Orion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g. By the time he came down to tell me he wants to name the dog Orion, April called and said that another person wants the dog already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h. We were upset but secretly relieved as well because to own a dog, its huge responsibility and there are direct and indirect costs comes with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i. April called me again, saying that her friend is reluctant to give the puppy to her friend, who is a guy and she doubts that he will take good care of the little puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j. So she called April again to ask whether i am a good candidate to adopt the puppy and whether i am a dog lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k. April convinced her that i am a dog lover, known me for years and that she thinks that i will take bloody good care of the puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l. And so, that is how dramatic on how we 'won' the deal in getting the puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18th May:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12am-3am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. On the way to April's house to collect Orion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Reached her place but her friend, Kelly wasn't there yet with the puppy. So Mr. Driver and i hang around her house for a while and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Around 12.30ish they arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. We take one look and we fell in love with the pup. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*actually we fell in love with the pup when we saw the picture*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. April's family played with him for awhile and helped us babysat him while we go out for late dinner as April haven't had anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f. Went to Stevens corner Pandan Indah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g. Chatted until around 2ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h. Bring lil Orion home and reached around 3am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like everyone says, the rest is history. =) When we brought him back he is a mere 2.5 kgs. Now? He is 3.8kgs. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0x-tVibIZI/AAAAAAAABSw/Ct16RrlxHSQ/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425850968415347090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5698951055342089213?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5698951055342089213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5698951055342089213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5698951055342089213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5698951055342089213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/06/chronology-of-orions-adoption.html' title='Chronology of Orion&apos;s adoption.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/S0x-tVibIZI/AAAAAAAABSw/Ct16RrlxHSQ/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-688864335760767177</id><published>2009-05-24T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:14:07.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Oh. My. God. The weather is so hot that my lil furball purposely spilled his water and slept on it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;I have been lusting over this dress for quite a while. Sigh.. Hopefully i can go get it by this Friday. So far, i need a new bag, new dresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*okla not really need but then i only have 1 dress, pity me la*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; Then there is a wedding to attend this Thursday and i have got nothing to wear!! =/ How la? How la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401937109183218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Shldxb5s6vI/AAAAAAAABQg/M7k1pl0TCdg/s400/product_1155587_o_3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 600px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 450px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;By the way, you can see what they have to offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysecretarmoire.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Project 365: #005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;This picture was taken when i have to do the dishwasher as my task. I think i poured in too much Neu Neu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*our detergent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt; and this is the result. A bubble bath for the dishwasher. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404453540123986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ShlgD6Vl1VI/AAAAAAAABQo/cWVn4_gKdjE/s400/blog1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 600px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 450px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;Was halfway blogging when i was suddenly distracted by CSI: Miami. Now sleepy edi. Nites all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-688864335760767177?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/688864335760767177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=688864335760767177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/688864335760767177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/688864335760767177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-god-weather-is-so-hot-that-my-lil.html' title='Oh. My. God. The weather is so hot that my lil furball purposely spilled his water and slept on it.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Shldxb5s6vI/AAAAAAAABQg/M7k1pl0TCdg/s72-c/product_1155587_o_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-2656314796635599776</id><published>2009-05-18T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:31:21.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Lil Orion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ShIsFvS61aI/AAAAAAAABQY/agc82Jonkds/s1600-h/Orion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ShIsFvS61aI/AAAAAAAABQY/agc82Jonkds/s400/Orion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337376985494246818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello peeps! Meet my latest, most adorable, smart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;toy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; pup. Say hello to lil Orion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;His biodata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Name: Orion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mth of Birth: February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Colour: Dark Brown, Streaks of Black and Longish Golden Strands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Weight: 2.5 kgs as of 18th May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorites: Play with me *catch, run around, hide &amp;amp; seek, kejar-kejar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time to poop: Usually in the morning once after feed him and let him out from his crate &amp;amp; night once after i feed him when i come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: Lil Orion is a very good pup. =) He will never pee or poop in his crate. And he knows when we said 'no' and he will refrain from doing it. He loves to manja and cuddle next to you, especially when you sit on the floor, he will pretend to lie down flat all legs strike outwards then slowly creep up to you by crawling and settle down when his body is touching you. Then only he will go to sleep. Manja gila. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-2656314796635599776?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/2656314796635599776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=2656314796635599776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2656314796635599776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/2656314796635599776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-orion.html' title='Lil Orion.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ShIsFvS61aI/AAAAAAAABQY/agc82Jonkds/s72-c/Orion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8340029762322596968</id><published>2009-05-08T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:12:01.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><title type='text'>Opps... I did it again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Think of the "catchy" song by our dear Ms. Britney*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urgh. I was sleeping happily and suddenly i jolted awake by an 'awakening'. Something i had known ages ago but chose to ignore until.. Well, until now. And those who know me, yeah you're right. I totally forgot about my second assignment due next Monday, 11th May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TOTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8340029762322596968?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8340029762322596968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8340029762322596968&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8340029762322596968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8340029762322596968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/05/opps-i-did-it-again.html' title='Opps... I did it again..'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-382794949314440655</id><published>2009-04-28T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:40:47.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Been ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;very very sick and busy with my new toy. Update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-382794949314440655?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/382794949314440655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=382794949314440655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/382794949314440655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/382794949314440655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/been.html' title='Been ...'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8480591528234863170</id><published>2009-04-27T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:53:01.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Fion's birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuuwbWRTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/MmHxR2cep7I/s1600-h/DSC00092a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuuwbWRTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/MmHxR2cep7I/s400/DSC00092a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328302321197008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy happy &lt;s&gt;very very&lt;/s&gt; belated birthday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8480591528234863170?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8480591528234863170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8480591528234863170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8480591528234863170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8480591528234863170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/fions-birthday.html' title='Fion&apos;s birthday..'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuuwbWRTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/MmHxR2cep7I/s72-c/DSC00092a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7343716246839932557</id><published>2009-04-26T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:54:48.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Updatyyyyyyyyyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuA8aI_GI/AAAAAAAABQI/L4awwTuXLhI/s1600-h/Project365.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuA8aI_GI/AAAAAAAABQI/L4awwTuXLhI/s400/Project365.2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328301534139186274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not bad eh? Consistency.. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7343716246839932557?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7343716246839932557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7343716246839932557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7343716246839932557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7343716246839932557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/updatyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Updatyyyyyyyyyyyyy.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHuA8aI_GI/AAAAAAAABQI/L4awwTuXLhI/s72-c/Project365.2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8862339388605102104</id><published>2009-04-25T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:48:01.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>2nd photo for Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm getting better at this. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHtl8JBteI/AAAAAAAABQA/Yn3fHzrcGT0/s1600-h/Project365.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHtl8JBteI/AAAAAAAABQA/Yn3fHzrcGT0/s400/Project365.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328301070210938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8862339388605102104?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8862339388605102104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8862339388605102104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8862339388605102104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8862339388605102104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-photo-for-project-365.html' title='2nd photo for Project 365.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHtl8JBteI/AAAAAAAABQA/Yn3fHzrcGT0/s72-c/Project365.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5380364942856089951</id><published>2009-04-24T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:28:52.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Ok. I have decided.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This shall be my first photo for my Project 365.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;#001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHoSmlFXNI/AAAAAAAABP4/jICbO12hrCg/s1600-h/060220091147a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHoSmlFXNI/AAAAAAAABP4/jICbO12hrCg/s400/060220091147a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328295240447384786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5380364942856089951?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5380364942856089951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5380364942856089951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5380364942856089951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5380364942856089951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-have-decided.html' title='Ok. I have decided.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SfHoSmlFXNI/AAAAAAAABP4/jICbO12hrCg/s72-c/060220091147a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-876937052461038714</id><published>2009-04-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:38:22.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains'/><title type='text'>Idiots. But this time it's not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, when you work in a service line and you will constantly face many morons and bloody f*cking idiots? Who, by the way, even when you offer the first step of leniency by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stoop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note point no. 4)&lt;/span&gt; low enough to be at their standard and yet, they still &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to converse to you in their mother tongue, i.e. cantonese or what so ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap. I faced this one today. A typical &lt;em&gt;cina-beng&lt;/em&gt; guy, very pale, nerdy glasses and about 5' 2". Stood in front of the counter, looked up at our menu board, reading from the first one to the third one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*memorizing our drinks by heart i think*&lt;/span&gt; and did not bother to return my greeting of "Hello. Welcome. What can i get for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so, i let him be. I turned around to face the sink and continued washing and doing my pre-closing tasks. Ignorance is Bliss no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then those f*cking words came out of his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ey, awak tutup pukul berapa ah?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bloody hate those people who could not distinguish whether i am chinese or not lo. For God's sake we are both chinese leh. Can't you see that i am not other race? I have no qualms or issues with Malay, Indian or any other races but i am very Chinesy-chinese lo. And damn proud to be one. So you don't change my race for me f*cking idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-876937052461038714?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/876937052461038714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=876937052461038714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/876937052461038714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/876937052461038714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiots-but-this-time-its-not-me.html' title='Idiots. But this time it&apos;s not me.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3765632781594813758</id><published>2009-04-12T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:19:48.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains'/><title type='text'>Boredom. Bored. Boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yeap, i have gone missing for like, almost a month now? Things were hectic as usual but don't believe me. I am just too lazy to blog. Not that i don't have anything to blog about. I have many things to complain about, many issues to bitch on and whatnots but heck, i am just too tired and too lazy when i finally have the time to sit in front of the pc, log on to blogger and click on the new post button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vervesincomposition.com/"&gt;Kitteh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s birthday on the 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Supposedly, Laineh had ordered through me an Espresso Tiramisu cake for Kitteh. I have placed the order two, f*cking two days ago and guess what? When i went to work that day, i had a very unpleasant feeling. And yea, the cake miraculously did &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SeIFCUi6b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ekztjjVLvMk/s1600-h/mabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SeIFCUi6b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ekztjjVLvMk/s400/mabel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323823246938369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;curi&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; borrowed from Kitteh's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the clock strikes 8pm, i am fidgeting like mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE THE HELL IS THE DELIVERY GUY? AND WHERE THE F*CK IS MY CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And so, the guy arrived at 8.30pm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; my cake. Argh!!!! I am so pissed. I called Laineh, practically ran next door and got myself another cake. Not to forget the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-ing i got from Laineh. Aih.. Sien..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sorry Kitteh. I did not meant this to happen. I ordered the cake two days ago but the idiots working at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;veryday&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;urns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*just a substitute name*&lt;/span&gt; did not deliver. F*ck them. Don't order from them edi la. Shitty services. I ordered by sending them an email, called the person-in-charge to confirm the order and yet this is what i get. F*ck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nontheless, the quiet little gathering went well and Kitteh was touched by our effort to celebrate her birthday. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; you Kitteh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ACC203 assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. This is one &lt;s&gt;proud&lt;/s&gt; interesting little story to &lt;s&gt;brag&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;show-off&lt;/s&gt; tell about. I got this assignment's question on the first day of the semester itself. And the due date was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Guess when i started doing it? Hehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd April. I took about 2 hours to do it, saved, printed it out and submitted on that day itself. I am so &lt;s&gt;proud&lt;/s&gt; ashamed of myself. There goes my resolution of doing assignments early. But i did fulfill the criteria of submitting them earlier than the due date though.. SO.. That is what matters isn't it? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mid term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This i could not run away from. Starting Monday it's my mid term week. Urgh. Pray hard for me ok? But then again, i think even God would not want to bless me as i did not study at all. Hmm. No amount of praying without studying will get me through this. Sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to update about? Hmm. Let's see. I did not go for plastic surgery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*just kidding*&lt;/span&gt;, have not booked myself for a liposuction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*lol, would want to if i have the financial aid*&lt;/span&gt;, bribe my uni to get a degree without sitting those boring tests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*if they will accept it anyway*&lt;/span&gt;, and whatnots. Seems like there are many to be done. Lol. Let's just call it a day and we'll see what has bitten my ass on my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Am thinking of starting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project 365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, where you take a picture a day and post it on your blog after that for a period of a year. See how long i can last eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I think most probably i will post those pictures in a bunch rather than everyday, or maybe i will save them and set their dates to everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/p/p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; See? I have not even started and i have already think of shortcuts to go about it. Aih.. What am i going to do with you Mabel.&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/1127062957471885230-3765632781594813758?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3765632781594813758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3765632781594813758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3765632781594813758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3765632781594813758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-bored-boring.html' title='Boredom. Bored. Boring.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SeIFCUi6b2I/AAAAAAAABPQ/ekztjjVLvMk/s72-c/mabel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1835969249605182945</id><published>2009-03-23T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:44:08.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour : 28th March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SccurID7W5I/AAAAAAAABPA/qYJNY0BcUiM/s1600-h/earthhour.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SccurID7W5I/AAAAAAAABPA/qYJNY0BcUiM/s400/earthhour.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316269203567369106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As i was driving home just now, i was listening to &lt;a href="http://mix.fm/"&gt;Mix.Fm&lt;/a&gt; and heard about this Earth Hour. Last year, i remembered that while working on that specific day, Earth Hour happened as well and &lt;a href="http://starbucks.com.my/en-US/"&gt;we&lt;/a&gt; turned off all lights for an hour, all for a good cause. Hence this year, we will be participating as well in turning off the lights for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What about you? Would you support a good cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More information &lt;a href="http://earthhour.org/malaysia"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1835969249605182945?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1835969249605182945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1835969249605182945&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1835969249605182945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1835969249605182945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-28th-march-2009.html' title='Earth Hour : 28th March 2009'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SccurID7W5I/AAAAAAAABPA/qYJNY0BcUiM/s72-c/earthhour.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5010066974666204384</id><published>2009-03-20T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:42:45.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Mabel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look what i've found at &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Urban Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScL3B19bOfI/AAAAAAAABO4/-_2PzZ2D-XQ/s1600-h/Mabelmeant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScL3B19bOfI/AAAAAAAABO4/-_2PzZ2D-XQ/s400/Mabelmeant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082121287252466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually reading the few blogs that i normally would read and i stumble across this as &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; found out about it and then she went searching her name and her friends name's meaning. I was amused hence, try to see if my name is there. LoL. It's there and it's funny. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't think it's true. Im not beautiful, i don't have great physique, nor a gorgeous face. Maybe the person who wrote that have a very beautiful Mabel friend. =)&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/1127062957471885230-5010066974666204384?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5010066974666204384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5010066974666204384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5010066974666204384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5010066974666204384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/mabel.html' title='Mabel.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScL3B19bOfI/AAAAAAAABO4/-_2PzZ2D-XQ/s72-c/Mabelmeant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3396266955254225117</id><published>2009-03-19T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:11:14.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><title type='text'>WARNING! Fugly pictures ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea yea.. *with a wary tone* I caught the bug. But its an allergy bug. =(((((&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the first in my life i got allergy attack, after eating prawns. Wtf.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And im gonna post the fugly picture here. SO, please don't read this while eating, otherwise you'll puke and don't wanna eat anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's the damage. MY damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScJf21hdZDI/AAAAAAAABOw/fU9KXMPmwBM/s1600-h/180320091188a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScJf21hdZDI/AAAAAAAABOw/fU9KXMPmwBM/s400/180320091188a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314915905935598642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hideous isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=((((((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3396266955254225117?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3396266955254225117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3396266955254225117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3396266955254225117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3396266955254225117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/warning-fugly-pictures-ahead.html' title='WARNING! Fugly pictures ahead.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/ScJf21hdZDI/AAAAAAAABOw/fU9KXMPmwBM/s72-c/180320091188a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-986180828288561770</id><published>2009-03-04T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:38:04.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><title type='text'>I am no longer the child. I am neither an adult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My FIN202 assignment is due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th May 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My ACC203 assignment is due in week 6, approximately from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th March to 4th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please kindly remind me again why the heck i take up a degree course again?? T________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-986180828288561770?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/986180828288561770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=986180828288561770&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/986180828288561770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/986180828288561770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-no-longer-child-i-am-neither-adult.html' title='I am no longer the child. I am neither an adult.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8730242837781726282</id><published>2009-03-04T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:46:53.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><title type='text'>You are mine. My one and only. My very own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa54EbBH8cI/AAAAAAAABOY/GpBxhDJvu-0/s1600-h/040320091166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa54EbBH8cI/AAAAAAAABOY/GpBxhDJvu-0/s400/040320091166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309313028083675586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; you! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8730242837781726282?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8730242837781726282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8730242837781726282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8730242837781726282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8730242837781726282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-mine-my-one-and-only-my-very.html' title='You are mine. My one and only. My very own.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa54EbBH8cI/AAAAAAAABOY/GpBxhDJvu-0/s72-c/040320091166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8517449689994962797</id><published>2009-03-03T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:58:05.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><title type='text'>When days are just too hot and you need something cool and refreshing to tone down the heat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am lactose intolerant. I could not take milk. Sien! Because i really really love to drink milk. And especially at the place i work, i have access to many liters of milk on a daily basis and i am given 3 beverages daily for my consumption and yet, i could not drink milk. Alas. Alas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T______T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Most unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But today i found a cure! Well, not so much of a cure of anything, it was just another substitute. I tried an Iced Grande Soy Caramel Machiato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yummylicious babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa55QvWyWXI/AAAAAAAABOg/VO6KORj1p-M/s1600-h/040320091162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa55QvWyWXI/AAAAAAAABOg/VO6KORj1p-M/s400/040320091162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314339213302130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa55ULgUiAI/AAAAAAAABOo/Xie0ZVFfbRk/s1600-h/040320091163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa55ULgUiAI/AAAAAAAABOo/Xie0ZVFfbRk/s400/040320091163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309314398309091330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cooling just by looking at it isn't it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8517449689994962797?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8517449689994962797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8517449689994962797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8517449689994962797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8517449689994962797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-days-are-just-too-hot-and-you-need.html' title='When days are just too hot and you need something cool and refreshing to tone down the heat.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/Sa55QvWyWXI/AAAAAAAABOg/VO6KORj1p-M/s72-c/040320091162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8901471917786331039</id><published>2009-02-16T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:41:24.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Daily dose of idiocy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just did a stupid thing. Well, actually on and off i will do stupid things and this is one of it. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At my work place, we have this small box to put all our drinks in and we are not allowed to drink in front of customers. So, everyone who made themselves a drink, will place their drink here. Imagine it as this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZurOD2m3PI/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZOnMoob5cDs/s1600-h/sketch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZurOD2m3PI/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZOnMoob5cDs/s400/sketch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304021244199754994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, there were three of us made the same type of drink, Iced Shaken Tea Lemonade with Passion Tea, hence the red circles. Fyi, passion tea is indeed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; in color. So, one was mine, one was this pretty colleague of mine named Grace and the last was my manager's, Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So on that '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fateful&lt;/span&gt;' day, it was very busy and after a while, i went to the back wanted to take a sip. I had earlier marked my cup with my name and i have totally forgotten about it. And then, i stupidly asked Ma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh Ma, which is mine ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She turned around, looked at me and answered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;*with sarcasm and eyes rolling of course*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The one with your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was so so malu-fying! T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But then as i think back, it was funny. =) Simple little things like this make me laugh. Nowadays, i am glad that i can still find small little things to laugh at. Otherwise, life is a bit dull isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8901471917786331039?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8901471917786331039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8901471917786331039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8901471917786331039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8901471917786331039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-dose-of-idiocy.html' title='Daily dose of idiocy?'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZurOD2m3PI/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZOnMoob5cDs/s72-c/sketch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8701484148629560716</id><published>2009-02-14T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:35:57.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><title type='text'>14th February 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today i walked pass the store that sell those "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Me_To_You_Bears"&gt;Me to You&lt;/a&gt;" bears and when i glanced at them (those bears of course!), they winked at me! WINKED at me!! Really!!! @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZtzeOgxLmI/AAAAAAAABOI/uT-6PvhO0Kg/s1600-h/me2u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZtzeOgxLmI/AAAAAAAABOI/uT-6PvhO0Kg/s400/me2u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959949287698018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am just trying to convince myself that. View them &lt;a href="http://www.metoyou.co.uk/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How was your Valentines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8701484148629560716?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8701484148629560716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8701484148629560716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8701484148629560716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8701484148629560716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/02/14th-february-2009.html' title='14th February 2009.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SZtzeOgxLmI/AAAAAAAABOI/uT-6PvhO0Kg/s72-c/me2u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4249440847969835410</id><published>2009-02-13T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:36:41.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAGGED'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 1. I saw this tag from Facebook and i mengatal want to do it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 2. And before i finish doing it, April have already tagged me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 3. I absolutely terrified of snakes. Very. Bad. I cannot even see them on tv screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 4. I just finished talking on the phone with a good friend of mine and her insights on certain stuff and person really changed my point of view of that specific person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 5. I used to 'stalk' my exes fb or friendster to see what they have been up to. But, I got rid of that 'unhealthy' habit in this year's resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 6. I am a tea person. I love teh tariks, green tea, black tea, wulong tea, bubble tea, and anything and everything with teas in it. I don't know wtf i am doing in coffee business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 7. I love dogs. Favorites are golden retrievers, shih tzus, terriers, american cocker spaniels, miniature schnauzzers, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 8. I have fetish. They are books, shoes, bags and Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 9. I like to watch dramas. Koreans, Japs, Hks, you name it, i will watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 10. I also likes animes, cartoons and mangas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 11. I like soft toys too. But not to a very bad extend. But recently kinda have this obsessions of those Me to You bears. D'yall think i might get one this v-day? *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 12. I am currently in love with two songs, Mannequin by Katy Perry and I'm Yours by Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 13. I love my family very much and being a typical girl I don't show it directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 14. I don't know what i am. I am not Christian. I am either not strong Taoist, not strong Buddhist or maybe an Atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 15. I am not ladylike. At. All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 16. I can be a bitch sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 17. I refused to say that i am Cantonese. I prefer to say, i am half Canto half Hokkien. ;) My mom is a Hokkien. And im proud to be a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 18. I start every sentence in this tag with an 'i'. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 19. I like to insert smileys and emoticons whenever i chat with my friends either through msn, facebook chat or smses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 20. I have two sets of friends, Real friends and Fake friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 21. I used to take japanese classes but i have stopped at level Intermediate 1. Okane ga nai~! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 22. I never ever think that i am cute. Even when i have received few comments about it, i still don't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 23. I love kids. Until they started crying or whining or making a scene. Then i will return them to their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 24. I love anklets. But i never have one. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 25. I've completed this tag for a period of before going to shower *paused* after came out of shower *paused* gone out for dinner *paused* chatted on the phone *paused* bitch a little *paused* saved i documents *paused* forgotten all about it *paused* until April tagged me *paused* and finally done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4249440847969835410?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4249440847969835410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4249440847969835410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4249440847969835410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4249440847969835410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4597563977954018532</id><published>2009-01-31T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:04:19.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>A Taste of Immortality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i gain consciousness, i was placed in a dark room. I looked around to search for familiar faces. I found none. Suddenly, i caught a glimpse that someone was there with me. I was not alone. I quickly stand up to follow the person. No. There were four persons. I did not recognize them. Who were they? I was curious. I sensed that they were dangerous, but i was intrigued. I could not run away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They did not speak to me. They knew i was following them. They just let me, as if they knew that i will be doing what i did and they have expected it. Surprisingly, i could actually follow them effortlessly. They were running. As if they were in a hurry and were chasing after time. I did not know where they were heading and what are they. They could run so fast. Nothing seems to slow them down. And i am secretly glad that i managed to follow them. I wonder why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were now in a dark building. Somehow, we went to the top floor. There were two more persons there. When this two person saw us, they were alarmed and they quickly punch some codes to a device sticking on the wall near the place they stand. Grills and glass shield came down and locked us in. We were separated into three groups. I was trapped alone, where the four persons were separated into two each. I was lucky. In my area, there were cupboards filled with big glass bottles of liquor. I think. The two person who locked us in checked on us before fleeing the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I waited patiently. As if somehow i already knew how to escape this trap. Before i could grab few bottles to throw it towards the glass shield, a huge fire broke out and the impact broke all the glass shields that captured us in it. I was not shock. I kind of expected this things to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt a sudden warm feeling on my palm. I turn my palms up to see. On my right palm, right at the middle of it, there was this strange orange-yellow glow. And as i stared at it, the color evolved and a small flame appear. I was captivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After admiring the flame for few seconds, i turn to see if my left palm have the same wonder. At the middle, there was this strange blue-green color and it twirls around and then, i felt cold. My left hand were cold and right then, the colors changed into splinters of ice. I was mesmerized. I did not know i possess such enchanting powers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started to feel weird. Why? How did i get this powers? When i acquire them? I was confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, the situation at hand came back when one of the four person approach me. He was about 5' 10'', dyed blond hair and have very pretty facial features for a guy. He did not speak. He just held out his hand and touch my open palms. Both palms lit up in flames immediately. But i did not feel the pain. I suddenly know why, why i have this power to control ice or fire. Even though the memories were faded, it was in bits and pieces, i know. He turn and started walking towards the rest of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know now. They bring me here. They risked their own safety to make me follow them here. This is where all this started. I was being changed here. I remember now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The four of them started to search around the place, looking for some potent solutions so that they can burn the place down. Seems like they have found it and started to pour to every crook and cranny of the area. This is the top floor of the building. Then without any cue, one by one dash down the stairs. I follow suit. Where else can i go but to follow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was an amusing trip down those stairs for me. I tried out my reflexes and muscles. I find that i could actually jump down from one whole flight of stairs without stumble and fall flat on my face. I could actually use one hand to swing myself down and landed gracefully at the bottom stair, without a scratch. I am pleased and i grinned. The blond guy looked back at me and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last guy from the four of them lit the room and dash down as we continued to run out of the building. Almost at the exit, i suddenly heard a soft cry. A child was crying. I turned to go back but the blond guy grab my arm and shook his head. I understood that there was not much time to get away from the burning building. But i could not pretend that i did not hear anything. I shrugged off from his grip and run towards the sound. I searched the rooms on that floor, and i found her at the last room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then, smokes were beginning to reach that floor and yet again, i was surprised that i did not choke or have any breathing difficulties. I grabbed the toddler, held her close and run out. At the nick of time, i managed to escaped just as the building falls apart. I stopped and turn to look back at the building at a distance with the toddler in my arms. She was fast asleep, as if she knew me and trusted me to fell asleep in my arms. I looked at her serene face while she sleeps and i am glad that i did not abandon her in that burning building. The blond guy appear beside me and put an arm on my shoulder, as if to comfort me, to tell me that everything is okay. I looked up at him, and i smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4597563977954018532?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4597563977954018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4597563977954018532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4597563977954018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4597563977954018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/taste-of-immortality.html' title='A Taste of Immortality.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-535929183045207885</id><published>2009-01-27T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:12:58.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why. This year is especially lonely for me. Whenever i pass by houses, i would not be able to resist. I will take a peek into the house. I saw many people sitting together, playing mahjong, chit-chatting, all making merry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, it dawn to me that my house is not as fun as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, i managed to persuade my parents to go eat reunion dinner with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;. My brother was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, i managed to persuade my mother to take off on the 1st day of CNY and go visiting with my dad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;. My brother was not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I managed to see one of my good friend on the 1st day of CNY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://vervesincomposition.com/"&gt;Kitteh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;. I was working and could not really join her and have a chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All this menial things makes me miss my grandma more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; she were around, there surely would be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; reunion dinner where all attendance compulsory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; she were around, surely on the 1st day i would wake at break of dawn to brew tea and to bring it to her and wish her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy. Sen Jong Lik Kin. Cheong Mang Pak Sui.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; she were around, we would surely have a great big brunch with all uncles and aunts at some fancy-schmancy place.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; only she is around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-535929183045207885?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/535929183045207885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=535929183045207885&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/535929183045207885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/535929183045207885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html' title='.....................'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5571218956936164744</id><published>2009-01-26T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:48:46.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><title type='text'>恭喜发财~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywxoeg3CI/AAAAAAAABN4/nkeO2cfmh4k/s1600-h/ox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywxoeg3CI/AAAAAAAABN4/nkeO2cfmh4k/s400/ox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301628606340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The new year has arrived. I take this opportunity to wish everyone have a blessed happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- May you be prettier each passing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Stay healthy all year round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Eat as much as you can but will not get fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Have an abundance of moo-lah to go shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Have many happy and fun trips to places you want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Meet many good guys to go for dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- And if one of them is you're type, GO FOR IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- May you be more handsome and suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- As strong and healthy as an Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Plentiful of good food to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Have many $$$ to buy the latest gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Meet many great girls for dates, makan-makan, hangout, and whatnots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- And if you found the One, GO get her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lastly, some pictures of my house at the moment. It does not look like this before!! I did not know what my mom did. But, it looks and feels like home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually, i missed my grandma even more today.. I envy those who can have big groups of family members to eat Reunion Dinner together.. Well, i did have my own kind of reunion dinner with my parents, we ate Kenny Rogers. =) But, it is not the same as when your family members and you cook together, eat together and chit chat together. Sigh.. I am really really missing my grandmother, for she was the 'glue' to my family members. Without her, my extended family falls apart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Chai&lt;/span&gt; grandma, wherever you are!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywrrv3sGI/AAAAAAAABNw/NCon2ecjgtw/s1600-h/sentoi1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywrrv3sGI/AAAAAAAABNw/NCon2ecjgtw/s400/sentoi1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301526405230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywey61dNI/AAAAAAAABNo/OfRqn1wbLC4/s1600-h/sentoi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywey61dNI/AAAAAAAABNo/OfRqn1wbLC4/s400/sentoi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301304991970514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5571218956936164744?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5571218956936164744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5571218956936164744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5571218956936164744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5571218956936164744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='恭喜发财~'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXywxoeg3CI/AAAAAAAABN4/nkeO2cfmh4k/s72-c/ox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-8969404695225410699</id><published>2009-01-23T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:41:19.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Srsly. Will you do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today i heard something amusing from a colleague of mine. She told me that she have this pair of friends, and they have broken up. Then girl dump the guy. And so, do you know what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sulky&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; unhappy guy did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; He spread rumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the most amusing part is, do you know what he spread about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ex's face is like Old Klang Road!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;*ROTFLOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean seriously? That was so funny when my colleague told me. And for the benefit of those who don't know why it is funny, do let me explain. Our dear Old Klang Road has many portholes and it is not smooth. For those who always drives around that area or stays there would know. So... The next time you're angry at anyone... Just scream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YOUR FACE IS LIKE OLD KLANG ROAD!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-8969404695225410699?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/8969404695225410699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=8969404695225410699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8969404695225410699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/8969404695225410699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/srsly-will-you-do-this.html' title='Srsly. Will you do this?'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7234259204824423919</id><published>2009-01-15T23:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:08:55.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Can you believe this girl? O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don't know, let me tell you. &lt;a href="http://vervesincomposition.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt; is a very good friend of mine and i have known her for ages. Hence, we know each other quite well and there are things that i don't mine if she did it to me. But mind you, i would not tolerate it if i do not know you well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see what she have magically conjure up this time shall we? Have fun reading peeps. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpii5CqoI/AAAAAAAABM8/V42YnfWf-L4/s1600-h/prt01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpii5CqoI/AAAAAAAABM8/V42YnfWf-L4/s400/prt01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519616641608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpcYf0spI/AAAAAAAABM0/21_AXURUSrU/s1600-h/prt02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpcYf0spI/AAAAAAAABM0/21_AXURUSrU/s400/prt02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519510772265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 03 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpW6bxu3I/AAAAAAAABMs/Z8oh50tGgNY/s1600-h/prt03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpW6bxu3I/AAAAAAAABMs/Z8oh50tGgNY/s400/prt03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519416802884466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpSf1g-wI/AAAAAAAABMk/RYagARNDOU4/s1600-h/prt04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpSf1g-wI/AAAAAAAABMk/RYagARNDOU4/s400/prt04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519340943604482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpA_wJhhI/AAAAAAAABMc/Y0PdG4k0fx0/s1600-h/prt05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpA_wJhhI/AAAAAAAABMc/Y0PdG4k0fx0/s400/prt05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519040273384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXno8A4HoII/AAAAAAAABMU/h8bXWXE7Gks/s1600-h/prt06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXno8A4HoII/AAAAAAAABMU/h8bXWXE7Gks/s400/prt06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518954675904642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;# 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXno3qnQrdI/AAAAAAAABMM/sB24RuOT-Do/s1600-h/prt07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXno3qnQrdI/AAAAAAAABMM/sB24RuOT-Do/s400/prt07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518879980137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;# 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnoyruDTKI/AAAAAAAABME/vMvRhprQwHA/s1600-h/prt08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnoyruDTKI/AAAAAAAABME/vMvRhprQwHA/s400/prt08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518794377710754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7234259204824423919?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7234259204824423919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7234259204824423919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7234259204824423919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7234259204824423919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-believe-this-girl-oo.html' title='Can you believe this girl? O_O'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SXnpii5CqoI/AAAAAAAABM8/V42YnfWf-L4/s72-c/prt01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-697532129441023228</id><published>2009-01-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:31:23.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWr_wUK0WHI/AAAAAAAABL8/2qQS1PH_T5o/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWr_wUK0WHI/AAAAAAAABL8/2qQS1PH_T5o/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290321917812955250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I hated off days at the beginning of the week. Makes me feel that the workings days are after this and there will not be any off day after or some sort like that. And guess what my "so smart" brains decided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To play surprise! wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tell you, every-single-bloody time i plan surprises, it backfires. Urgh! No more surprises from me everyone. I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what my "so smart" brain did, you wanna know? I went to my old working place to surprise my ex-colleagues. To meet my friends who are still working there. This company is located at Jalan Raja Chulan. Almost at the end of the road actually, near the Telekom Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke at 11 a.m. today, thought want to get ready and to prepare myself to go there. Reached there around 12 something and i texted all of them, asking them to go to the cafeteria. Lol. And guess what? Some were on leave, some had early lunch break, some did not see my text message hence did not know about me being there and some 'forgotten' to tell me that they will be going for a late lunch as during lunch hour, the cafeteria would be packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day eh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent about 2 hours there and i only get to see 2 person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh. I suck at this. Better don't do surprise anymore. And i have not eaten anything while i was there. I was too busy waiting for my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after i have left the place, one of my friend texted me. Said that he just went down to the cafeteria, asking where am i. wtf. I have ALREADY LEFT. But then again, most of them were busy working, unlike me, i am off work today. Monday as off day sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWr_BEn0VnI/AAAAAAAABL0/6cEqph3bcPw/s1600-h/120120091130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWr_BEn0VnI/AAAAAAAABL0/6cEqph3bcPw/s400/120120091130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290321106185770610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what i have finally decided to eat. A.L.O.N.E. What fun eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-697532129441023228?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/697532129441023228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=697532129441023228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/697532129441023228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/697532129441023228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWr_wUK0WHI/AAAAAAAABL8/2qQS1PH_T5o/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4192985034500375053</id><published>2009-01-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:33:34.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Randomness at it's best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right. This is something i have pondered for quite some time now. I don't know. Should i let it out? Should i post about it? I am indecisive. Yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just came back from work. It was a slow slow day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone lighted a faint spark in me. Should i encourage it to grow? Should i extinguish it before any chances of sprouting into full-fledged flame? Hmm. Much to ponder further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe it's just me. Thinking too much. Over analyze situations and jumped the gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well hello. Im fickle minded. Don't understand this? It's ok. Im just being random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4192985034500375053?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4192985034500375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4192985034500375053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4192985034500375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4192985034500375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness-at-its-best.html' title='Randomness at it&apos;s best.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5501052010604499862</id><published>2009-01-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:24:51.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's cakes were so so sooooooooooo gooooodddd~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdrzLaDCrI/AAAAAAAABLs/UopXaHvqMyg/s1600-h/mar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdrzLaDCrI/AAAAAAAABLs/UopXaHvqMyg/s400/mar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314814349478578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdrhSLC4cI/AAAAAAAABLk/nTyUudwHdJQ/s1600-h/tira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdrhSLC4cI/AAAAAAAABLk/nTyUudwHdJQ/s400/tira.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314506927956418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdq3vaXx0I/AAAAAAAABLc/DSTZXxyRqzU/s1600-h/blue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdq3vaXx0I/AAAAAAAABLc/DSTZXxyRqzU/s400/blue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313793222362946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enough to make your mouth waters yet? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5501052010604499862?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5501052010604499862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5501052010604499862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5501052010604499862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5501052010604499862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-cakes-were-so-so-sooooooooooo.html' title='Today&apos;s cakes were so so sooooooooooo gooooodddd~!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWdrzLaDCrI/AAAAAAAABLs/UopXaHvqMyg/s72-c/mar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3781177664391051810</id><published>2009-01-08T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:38:18.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>I have watched Australia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWZU-6ZyaNI/AAAAAAAABLU/NYzF8jxtc2c/s1600-h/AustraliaPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWZU-6ZyaNI/AAAAAAAABLU/NYzF8jxtc2c/s400/AustraliaPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289008252199266514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally, finally watched Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. I am not referring to the map. This is the title for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;new&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; not-so-new movie starring Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman. Official website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.australiamovie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched it with Niku-niku. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i will never ever asked her to book tickets. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story goes like this. On the 7th January 2009, i was sitting in front of my pc since 4 something p.m. and texting Niku-niku. Asking her which movie to watch, what time, where to watch and bla bla bla. She was indecisive and then by 6 p.m. i need to go out to have dinner with my grandpa. Hence, tossing the matter of booking movie tickets to Niku-niku. I asked her to book and to text me later on the venue and time. Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Approximately around 8 p.m. she texted me and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe, i've booked the tickets. Show at 11.40 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;" I replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine. I go fetch you la, since i don't like driving alone&lt;/span&gt;." She replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. I will take a nap now and before you come by, give me a call&lt;/span&gt;." I said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Approximately 10 p.m. she texted me again. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe, can go early ah? I lapar la.&lt;/span&gt;" Then i replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure, no prob. Give me 20 minutes and i'll be off to fetch you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reached her place around 10.35 p.m. She got into the car and we started talking. Then, i stopped abruptly and asked her. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe, stop. Where are we going?&lt;/span&gt;" She replied, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pavilion.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i drove all the way to Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have parked, we walked to GSC to collect our tickets before we went to hunt some food. At the counter, Niku-niku told him, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have booked&lt;/span&gt;." And she gave him our reservation number. The indian guy answered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't have.&lt;/span&gt;" I stared at Niku. She looked alarmed but quickly composed herself and told the guy, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about my handphone number?&lt;/span&gt;" and she gave it to him. He answered, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still don't have.&lt;/span&gt;" Then, Niku gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt; handphone number to him and he answered the same thing. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't have.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By then, i am embarrased beyond words and i cut them off. I told the guy, just give us 2 tickets to watch &lt;a href="http://yesisthenewno.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Yesman&lt;/a&gt;, 11.40 p.m. show. He told us that Yesman only in the morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.40 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; show. I was horrified. I stared back at Niku and suddenly, i laughed out loud. It was hilarious. We were both laughing in front of the guy and then, stopped ourselves and buy Australia instead. Show was at 12.45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As we left the counter, we were still laughing. Niku was defending herself rightaway before i could stop laughing. I said to her, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mmg la. This kind of mistake only YOU can do it.&lt;/span&gt;" She was embarrassed as well, but we both found the humor in it. Hence it was nothing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ROTFLOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the movie, we both found the scene where Nicole first attempt to herd 1,500 cattles by sitting up straight on her horse, put her left hand straight in front of her, move it up and down, saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rarrr rarrr rarrr&lt;/span&gt;". The whole cinema was eeriely quiet except for the sound of laughters from me and Niku-niku. Isn't it funny? Why the rest were not laughing? Where's their sense of humor? Or maybe Niku-niku and i were the lame ones? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*LOL*&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/1127062957471885230-3781177664391051810?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3781177664391051810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3781177664391051810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3781177664391051810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3781177664391051810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-watched-australia.html' title='I have watched Australia.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWZU-6ZyaNI/AAAAAAAABLU/NYzF8jxtc2c/s72-c/AustraliaPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5328353262879856461</id><published>2009-01-07T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:15:33.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAGGED'/><title type='text'>I tag myself from Qas's blog. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWTgDLW5BXI/AAAAAAAABK8/OQJomGGywxI/s1600-h/award11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWTgDLW5BXI/AAAAAAAABK8/OQJomGGywxI/s400/award11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598207632835954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. Copy badge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"2008 Cute's 3logger Award"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; above to put in your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Link/introduce who gave this award to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Each blogger must tell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 facts/your hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before choosing the next recipients for this award. (you've been tagged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;4. You need to choose 10 &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;recipients and to state their name on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;5. Don't forget to visit their blog and leave a comment that said "you've been tagged - please visit Acute Critique's blog to get your award".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I purposely tag myself from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://terusberjalanjauh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Qas's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Why? Because i feel like it. I wanna do this. Basically, i just want the award. It looks nice. Yes. Im weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little about the person who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;did not&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tag me, Ms. Qas. I constantly read her blog. I did not really know her in person, but i know her through her blog. And actually, i know her blog through her fiance. She is a very shy and soft-spoken person. Met her few times but she is so quiet and shy that she just sat there and not say a word. Then, i really get to know her better last year. We chatted on Msn and emailed each other. =) I have gotten myself a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#1 - Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I adore books. Wait, that's' not right. I devour books. As soon as i lay my hands on them, they're gone. Poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#2 - Paper products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love collecting paper products. Like, gift wrappers, multi-coloured papers, coloured tissue papers &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*not the kind where you use them to wipe your face or any part of your body silly*,&lt;/span&gt; note books, currency notes, and whatnots. For those note books, i buy them and will not use them. Yeah i know, what's the point right? But i just love to collect them. I think writing in them will pollute them, like they'll be tainted or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#3 - Wrapping books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I simply must wrap my books once i bought them back from the store. I will not read UNwrap books. And i always wrap books that i have borrowed from my friends as a gesture of appreciation to them for lending me their book(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#4 - Step-by-step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always do things accordingly. Followed through those steps one by one without skipping a line nor use a short cut. For example, if i were to wrap a gift for a friend. I will always wrap from the left side first. I will then put a tape on it, then work towards the right. And so on. I will use this way everytime i wrap a present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#5 - Stuff coordination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My stuff will always be arranged like as it is. I will not change any other way of arranging them. A good example would be my bookshelf. I have one part for my college texts, one part for my personal files, two parts for my magazines and bla bla bla. All arranged in this way and will not change. I guess im a person who hates changes. I love routine and my way of arranging my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#6 - Nail peeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. I know. This is like the worst no-no for girls. Girls should have well-kept nails and whatnots but i have this disturbing habit of peeling them. Im sorry okay? I could not help myself. Besides, those nails are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#7 - Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My ever changing mood swings are faster than a jet's speed. Enough explanation i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#8 - Straight forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do take pride that i am a straight forward person. Too straight sometimes to the extend that sometimes, my words hurt the other person who hears them. Im sorry, i could not help it either. I absolutely hates people who beat around the bush and pretend such goody-goody in front of you and the next minute you turn your back to them, you're so dead man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#9 - Criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, i wished i could stuff my boot in my mouth. I critisizes too much. Too much for my own good too. Hence, i really should learn to keep my temper and my words to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;#10 - Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My greatest fetish after books and my paranoid behaviours. When i literally fall in love with that pair, i simply must have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow! I managed to list them to the 10. But then again, there are more to say about me that those listed. Hmm.. Maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh wait. I forgot to tag people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well... I will tag whoever who wants to do this. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5328353262879856461?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5328353262879856461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5328353262879856461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5328353262879856461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5328353262879856461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tag-myself-from-qass-blog.html' title='I tag myself from Qas&apos;s blog. =)'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWTgDLW5BXI/AAAAAAAABK8/OQJomGGywxI/s72-c/award11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3642588889958545252</id><published>2009-01-04T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:55:46.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of The Moment'/><title type='text'>The song that stuck in my head since 1st January 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma Mia! Soundtrack - Lay All Your Love On Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKY&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jealous before we met&lt;br /&gt;Now every man that I see is a potential threat&lt;br /&gt;And I'm possessive, it isn't nice&lt;br /&gt;You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice&lt;br /&gt;But now it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is new&lt;br /&gt;And all I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Has overturned&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIE&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like shooting a sitting duck&lt;br /&gt;A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what you've done with me&lt;br /&gt;A grown-up woman should never fall so easily&lt;br /&gt;I feel a kind of fear&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have you near&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;I skip my pride&lt;br /&gt;I beg you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKY&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIE&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few little love affairs&lt;br /&gt;They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKY&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that was sensible&lt;br /&gt;It makes the truth even more incomprehensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIE&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is new&lt;br /&gt;And everything is you&lt;br /&gt;And all I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Has overturned&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKY  PEPPER  EDDIE  BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;Don't go wasting your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;Don't go sharing your devotion&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJ5-bmdeqXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/EJ5-bmdeqXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. I am not in love. And i did not meet anyone new nor seeing anyone. It just stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3642588889958545252?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3642588889958545252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3642588889958545252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3642588889958545252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3642588889958545252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-that-stuck-in-my-head-since-1st.html' title='The song that stuck in my head since 1st January 2009.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5832526370192396582</id><published>2009-01-03T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:31:13.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>When things all just crushed you and would not stop until you're dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urgh. I hate this. Why???? Why?? Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why can't you just leave me alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And new year's supposed to bring me new hopes new whatever. I guess my life is just jinx.. Maybe im better of dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-5832526370192396582?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/5832526370192396582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=5832526370192396582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5832526370192396582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/5832526370192396582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-things-all-just-crushed-you-and.html' title='When things all just crushed you and would not stop until you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-501892981408612773</id><published>2009-01-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:29:30.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know. This is a tad bit too late but anyway, i have already finished doing it. Might as well post it in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just wanna wish all of you a Merry &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*belated*&lt;/span&gt; Christmas and a Happy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*belated*&lt;/span&gt; New Year!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*imsolame*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWD-_s4CMFI/AAAAAAAABKs/qtXtVSMLAWI/s1600-h/done%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWD-_s4CMFI/AAAAAAAABKs/qtXtVSMLAWI/s400/done%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287506332864360530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My.. It's the 2nd already??? Where have my day gone?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *horrified*&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/1127062957471885230-501892981408612773?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/501892981408612773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=501892981408612773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/501892981408612773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/501892981408612773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~!!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SWD-_s4CMFI/AAAAAAAABKs/qtXtVSMLAWI/s72-c/done%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1363033172492497105</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:01:23.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>How do you spend your 31st?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contrary to many believes, i did not stay at home on the 31st. I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might know, every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st of December&lt;/span&gt; is a solemn day for me. It was my grandmother's death anniversary. For the pass two years since her passing, i did not go out to have fun, to celebrate, to be with friends or to go clubbing, because i felt that i am betraying my memories of my grandma. I felt bad, for leaving home and join the crowd. I felt that my grandma was being left behind. I felt so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out this year. Yes, i still felt bad that i left home and join the crowd, but then i think she wouldn't mind, would she? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This new year's eve i went over to Tanya's house for a sleepover. She will be leaving for Brisbane soon and will not be back for about two years time. Sigh.. Im going to miss her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV452lpxMuI/AAAAAAAABKk/u-Y9RVNQeJs/s1600-h/me%26theng10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV452lpxMuI/AAAAAAAABKk/u-Y9RVNQeJs/s400/me%26theng10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286726622562562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have any plans except that i will be staying for the night at her place. She thought that her friends will be joining us after the fireworks at 1 Utama for some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum cha&lt;/span&gt; session but alas, her friends kind of ffk her. All gave excuses like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tired"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no mood"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"very jam"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, before i go further in this, let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were at 1u since 8pm. We waited for her friends to come over so that we could all meet up and watch the outdoor concert and to wait for the countdown and fireworks. Nothing happened. We waited in vain. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because her friends were already outside at the concert. Totally forgetting about Tanya and i. Sigh.. Very happening right? Then, never mind. We both stand quite a distance from the concert stage, hence, we were actually at the front of the place where car exits the parking. So, yeah. We were left stranded there. Until the fireworks came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fireworks were beautiful. Really! They were mesmerizing.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV41M2ADQWI/AAAAAAAABKU/wy_9NjMjX9s/s1600-h/fireworks1u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV41M2ADQWI/AAAAAAAABKU/wy_9NjMjX9s/s400/fireworks1u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721507349971298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt; the bits and pieces of random firework started to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;near&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; very very near the place we stood to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously! The first random bit fell almost hit a baby's head, until the father grabbed his son and run for cover. By then, i was half dragging Tanya to the other side where the firework might not be able to fall on us. The next bits fell onto a plastic bag full of Mc Donalds's items. The group of friends were terrified and ran away as soon as they have spotted the firework headed towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hence proving my theory that all beautiful things are lethal. To me anyway. Have a happy new year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV41UIXADNI/AAAAAAAABKc/bpUf9QnXq4g/s1600-h/fireworks2u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV41UIXADNI/AAAAAAAABKc/bpUf9QnXq4g/s400/fireworks2u.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721632537152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/s: To those whom i did not reply your texts, im so so sorry. I'd really lost all my contact numbers. My phone ate them because im trying to put it on strict diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1363033172492497105?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1363033172492497105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1363033172492497105&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1363033172492497105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1363033172492497105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-do-you-spend-your-31st.html' title='How do you spend your 31st?'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SV452lpxMuI/AAAAAAAABKk/u-Y9RVNQeJs/s72-c/me%26theng10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-504341062665097460</id><published>2008-12-30T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:16:48.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sudden intuition to do something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did something out of the blue to myself today. I mean, i have been thinking about doing this actually but never got the nerve to actually do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But. Im glad i did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what i did. To me. To my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVpMYGL1aiI/AAAAAAAABIs/bQVoqyQWmCY/s1600-h/newme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVpMYGL1aiI/AAAAAAAABIs/bQVoqyQWmCY/s400/newme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285621089533520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just could not resist. How do i look? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smile*&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/1127062957471885230-504341062665097460?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/504341062665097460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=504341062665097460&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/504341062665097460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/504341062665097460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/sudden-intuation-to-do-something.html' title='Sudden intuition to do something.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVpMYGL1aiI/AAAAAAAABIs/bQVoqyQWmCY/s72-c/newme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-4144792450947273512</id><published>2008-12-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:28:38.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Earliest ever Birthday present for year 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;OMG. OMG. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im practically hyperventilating. Over a pair of shoes. Ok. That is a little over but then, i really am. Im so so so so excited and i love it so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you my present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tadah~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVjm0HSjMPI/AAAAAAAABIU/Xbt6FtPxkbk/s1600-h/cksus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVjm0HSjMPI/AAAAAAAABIU/Xbt6FtPxkbk/s400/cksus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285227945703715058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Jane_%28shoe%29"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grinning from ear to ear and nothing could wipe out my smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;It was as innocent as this; I did not planned to buy anything. Seriously. I just went out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://vervesincomposition.com/"&gt;Kitteh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; as a person to give her construct criticism on what kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.converse.com/"&gt;Converse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; she should get for herself to learn Hip Hop dance. You see, compared us both, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; im the practical one. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe i should start from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Kitteh called me this morning when i was working, asking me to go with her to help her choose a pair of Converse. Conveniently, &lt;a href="http://ctoekuannie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lexis&lt;/a&gt; told me that Isetan are having sales. She got her pair of Converse for about RM60. Originally it was priced at RM200 ++ or something. So i told this to Kitteh and she squealed with delight and practically dragged me to go with her to look for them. That is how i gotten myself into the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look-for-a-pair-of-Converse&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;So, after work, i rushed home, took shower and whatnots and waited for her. She arrived and picked me up with another friend of ours and headed to Pavilion. There, we found that they don't have a Converse store, so we went to Lot 10. There, the designs were not appealing. But, April found a pair of Nike &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bling bling*&lt;/span&gt; shoe but i gave her my 2 cents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She.don't.need.them.&lt;/span&gt; All she need is a pair of plain converse to learn her dance. Hell, she was only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEARNING&lt;/span&gt;. No need for a fancy shoe to practice in. When you have master the dance, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; only you show off your moves, and with a bling bling shoes. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;So after that, we walked back over to Pavilion since there wasn't much choice to select from. There, April wanted to go to the 3rd floor or something, just to window shop as she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd floor is the most affordable floor for us.&lt;/span&gt;" Wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Before we could even reach 3rd floor, we were using escalators, we saw that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.charleskeith.com/catalogue.php?CKid=4927e5db3acd94c94c9a4f5987368e6e"&gt;Charles and Keith &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;were having a sale. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Further Reduction Sale&lt;/span&gt;. Of course this is enough gravity to pull us all into the tiny little shop. Firstly, the name intimidates me. Really. I thought the shoes there practically made from pure gold bars or something. I dare not look at their price tags. But, there i saw it. It was on the left of the store, placed at the highest row of shoes. I could not look away. I was hooked to it. Mesmerized, i walked towards it as if it were calling out to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I did not even see those people around me, trying on pairs of shoes, talking to their partners asking for opinions, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just walked until im facing it. Then gently i took it down and put it onto the floor. I took off my shoe and tried it on. It fits. But it was not my size. I called to the sales person and asked him to get me my size. Then i went to sit down and waited patiently for them. By this time, April and the other friend have already wandered off on their own, looking for pairs to try on. Then, he came and brought me my shoes. He placed them in front of me and left me alone. Giving me privacy to say hello to the pair of shoe and attend to my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried them on. It was as if they were meant for me. It fits like a glove. As i stand up and walk to the mirror, i was enthralled by the reflection. No. Im not talking about the person in the mirror. I am talking about the shoes looked in the mirror. They were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As i move around, showed them to my friends for a little bit more than a million times, took them off, put them on again and sigh one too many times and i finally sat down in between both of them. By then, my other friend had already chosen her own pair and waited patiently for me, to see if i am going to buy or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was torn between wanting it and persuaded myself to not want it. As i think, i took both shoes on each hand and turn them as if they were a toy, very near and next to my cheeks. April was horrified and she managed to wrestled those shoes from me and let me think without holding them. In the end, she was so frustrated with me and my indecisiveness, said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come. I buy them for you. But, it will be your 2009 birthday present&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so, that is how i have gotten myself a very very early birthday present. =) i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you Kitteh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVj4OcxruNI/AAAAAAAABIc/OM6Z701k7iQ/s1600-h/aprhat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVj4OcxruNI/AAAAAAAABIc/OM6Z701k7iQ/s400/aprhat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247089845713106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/s: I tried this on after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we have left Charles and Keith. What do you think? Does it look nice? On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVj5oyOFo5I/AAAAAAAABIk/PNMquDmxpGA/s1600-h/blkdress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVj5oyOFo5I/AAAAAAAABIk/PNMquDmxpGA/s400/blkdress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248641790223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-4144792450947273512?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/4144792450947273512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=4144792450947273512&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4144792450947273512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/4144792450947273512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/earliest-ever-birthday-present-for-year.html' title='Earliest ever Birthday present for year 2009.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVjm0HSjMPI/AAAAAAAABIU/Xbt6FtPxkbk/s72-c/cksus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-6329308195673326882</id><published>2008-12-24T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:05:46.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>A much anticipated off day and an unplanned christmas eve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeap. Today was my off day. I started the day with sending my mom to her shop. Dang! Thought that i could sleep a little longer than most days. Well, it could not be helped as my dad has an appointment today to see the doc, so yeah.. Who else is there to send her then? ME. There goes my sleep.. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After sending my mom and helped her open her shop, i went home. To continue my sleep. Like duh! Obviously. For a person who loves sleep as much as me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Much much later, i woke up. Tonight, i had a dinner plan with my good friend who had just came back from Aussie. Finally, finally going to meet her tonight! So after i woke, i gotten ready and dressed up a little, as per requested by Ms. Tanya &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt; as she said she will be bringing me out for a nice dinner. Lol~ But plans were not that exact isn't it? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Know why? Because, it ended up that i was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY ONE&lt;/span&gt; who dress up for the dinner. Ms. Tanya and Ms. Sion both conveniently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; remember to dress up, both wore casuals and sandals/slippers. Me? Oh, it was nothing, just a dress and a pair of four-inch heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We met at Pavilion and ended up ate at Carlos with Sion's family as well. Auntie paid our bills! So nice of her. It is always like this, whenever i happen to join them for dinner, Auntie would not accept my money and always insisted to pay for my meal. I so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after dinner, we walked around, did some window shopping and all, and when we walked near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.timesbookstores.com.my/promotions.aspx"&gt;Times Bookstore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at Pavilion when i suddenly noticed an all too familiar book with the unmistakable cover. I practically ran the whole 5-6 meters towards my target and i could not believe it. I grabbed the book, turn it over, read the synopsis, turned it around again to have a good look at the cover and i squealed with delight. I was not dreaming. The book that i was holding were real. My wait is finally over. My collection is finally, finally complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time i squealed with delight, both friends of mine were already standing beside me, trying to see what makes me have that kind of reaction and what makes me run with my four inch heels. And when they saw it, they just shake their heads. Tanya tried in futile to drag me away and to wrestle the book from me so that i would not buy it. But to no avail. I am set to buy it. No matter what. And so, i got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVPlqMViYHI/AAAAAAAABIM/diERhO6unOE/s1600-h/b1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVPlqMViYHI/AAAAAAAABIM/diERhO6unOE/s400/b1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819300864548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spot it!! Can you see? Can you see it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*willbehidingundercoversfromnowontoreadthebookmightnotbeblogginguntilihavefinishit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-6329308195673326882?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/6329308195673326882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=6329308195673326882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6329308195673326882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/6329308195673326882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/much-anticipated-off-day-and-unplanned.html' title='A much anticipated off day and an unplanned christmas eve...'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SVPlqMViYHI/AAAAAAAABIM/diERhO6unOE/s72-c/b1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1281889031944342129</id><published>2008-12-23T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:57:43.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>At times when i don't feel like bitching, whining nor talking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU_U8-VmKHI/AAAAAAAABHw/Nqnr2moEZZ0/s1600-h/191220081088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU_U8-VmKHI/AAAAAAAABHw/Nqnr2moEZZ0/s400/191220081088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282675031919700082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeap. Picture says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1281889031944342129?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1281889031944342129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1281889031944342129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1281889031944342129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1281889031944342129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-times-when-i-dont-feel-like-bitching.html' title='At times when i don&apos;t feel like bitching, whining nor talking.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU_U8-VmKHI/AAAAAAAABHw/Nqnr2moEZZ0/s72-c/191220081088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1300349501834633168</id><published>2008-12-21T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:43:17.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>End of Winter Festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most Chinese will be celebrating the End Of Winter Festival today, meaning eating one of my favorite desert called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tong yun&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tangyuan"&gt;tangyuan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' in mandarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU-bdsIQEZI/AAAAAAAABHo/FdqqCil8BDs/s1600-h/221220081092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU-bdsIQEZI/AAAAAAAABHo/FdqqCil8BDs/s400/221220081092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282611822293160338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tong yun&lt;/span&gt;' that i have made since my mom pestered me about making them. Haha~ It's the other way round in my family, me making deserts, and my dad do all the cooking in the house. As for my mom... Well, let's just say that she is still in her '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learning process&lt;/span&gt;'.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU_fnYziO3I/AAAAAAAABIE/gG2cToHON0Y/s1600-h/ty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU_fnYziO3I/AAAAAAAABIE/gG2cToHON0Y/s400/ty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282686755695377266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually festivals like this tend to make me remember my grandma more. Slowly but surely as the day goes by, it is getting nearer to 31st. For many people, this meant new year is approaching, new resolutions, more new year eve parties, bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For me? It is just another anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1300349501834633168?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1300349501834633168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1300349501834633168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1300349501834633168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1300349501834633168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-winter-festival.html' title='End of Winter Festival.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SU-bdsIQEZI/AAAAAAAABHo/FdqqCil8BDs/s72-c/221220081092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-1810686009635496030</id><published>2008-12-19T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:29:05.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Topic'/><title type='text'>Horrified. Dumbfounded. Stupefied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/span&gt; I saw a kid, boy, around 13-14 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me he is still a kid!!&lt;/span&gt;) sitting cross-legged in front of a particular section of a bookstore, holding.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.O.M.A.N.C.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to collect something from my friend at Starbucks, Jusco Maluri today. After that i went to MPH bookstore, just to see if Eclipse has arrive or not. When i was busy looking at the titles of books in rows and rows of shelves, i nearly knock into this boy who sat in front of the shelf labeled "Romance". I was stunned for abit and i moved on. Horrified at the scene that i have just &lt;s&gt;unfortunately&lt;/s&gt; witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to Hardy Boys, Transformers, Archie comics, Superman, Spiderman, Wolverine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; Hulk and such?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; Am i the only one still lives in the 80s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-1810686009635496030?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/1810686009635496030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=1810686009635496030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1810686009635496030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/1810686009635496030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/horrified-dumbfounded-stupefied.html' title='Horrified. Dumbfounded. Stupefied.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-3967914770449696018</id><published>2008-12-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:51:54.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I passed my Intermediate One!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For a moment there, i seriously think that i will be flunking my japanese exam. I am at level Intermediate One. I did not touch my books, i skipped classes and the few menial classes that i managed to went, i was either half asleep or not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im glad. I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what matters most to me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Oh well, just trying to ignore the grades. URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-3967914770449696018?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/3967914770449696018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=3967914770449696018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3967914770449696018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/3967914770449696018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-passed-my-intermediate-one.html' title='I passed my Intermediate One!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-7923776070869810116</id><published>2008-12-15T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:44:18.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>I. Am. Getting. Impatient.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am seriously getting annoyed at the speed of the books reaching our stores in KL. Why? Why so slow??? Your printing machines stopped working? Get some new machines idiot! No funds? Why move your lazy asses from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blardee&lt;/span&gt; seat and find sponsors, advertisers and such to fund it! By the way, aren't you getting paid after WE buy your books? Where the hell those money went??? Feed to the dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am i the only one feeling agitated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Most probably because i am extra impatient today. And feeling extra frustrated. And annoyed. Maybe i should just hang a notice on my neck saying, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beware! Antsy and Annoyed. Do not come near!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SUu_m5BISEI/AAAAAAAABHg/tu0gv76pcGU/s1600-h/081220081074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SUu_m5BISEI/AAAAAAAABHg/tu0gv76pcGU/s400/081220081074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281525662883530818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1127062957471885230-7923776070869810116?l=acutecritique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/feeds/7923776070869810116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1127062957471885230&amp;postID=7923776070869810116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7923776070869810116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1127062957471885230/posts/default/7923776070869810116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acutecritique.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-getting-impatient.html' title='I. Am. Getting. Impatient.'/><author><name>Acute Critique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12119368788299178814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyWRdfay5-Q/SUu_m5BISEI/AAAAAAAABHg/tu0gv76pcGU/s72-c/081220081074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127062957471885230.post-5940323270491383708</id><published>2008-12-14T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:16:19.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Report'/><title type='text'>Oh! Have a merry merry christmas~!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*singing out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Now the jingle hop has begun...&lt;/span&gt
