<?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-13629290</id><updated>2011-11-14T23:43:14.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::Rant-fully Beautiful::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-2545175349100190123</id><published>2009-10-11T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:45:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many blessings.</title><content type='html'>"Test me in this," says the Lord Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it." - Malachi 3:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has indeed blessed me in every way to show that He really loves me. Even though I haven't been a good child and I thought the Lord God would not want a naughty child like me, but the Lord still shows favour upon me! :D I'm really thankful to God for all the good things that has happened in my life even though sometimes things doesnt seem to be going well, but by the grace of God I managed to pull through. I believe that God will continue to see me through the tough and challenging days ahead of me and continue to grant me strength each day to face a brand new day every morning. I'm so indebted I've got no words to describe it... Indeed, You are an awesome God!!! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Mighty God,&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Abba Father,&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of all praise,&lt;br /&gt;To You our lives we raise&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Mighty God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note, I think I'm getting alot fatter these days. When is Clark Hatch Permas going to reopen again?! Kinda geram with them. Taking so long for renovations.. I demand a full refund!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2545175349100190123?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2545175349100190123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2545175349100190123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2545175349100190123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2545175349100190123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/10/many-blessings.html' title='The many blessings.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2310490542042046715</id><published>2009-09-29T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:23:21.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a journey.</title><content type='html'>Finally I have the time to really sit down and ponder on stuffs that has happened so far in my life. This is the so called 'alone time with myself'. I think it's true to have an alone time everyday even though its a short one to think about the stuffs that has happened within the day. Well, sometimes I dont have the luxury to do that. Hmm.. anyways, as we move along in life.. have you ever wondered the people in your life is getting lesser? In high skool, you'll have this group of friends.. then you move on to college and university life the group of friends you have is also huge. But as you start and embark on the working world, I find that the people who actually stays in your life are getting lesser. Everyone has their own life to lead.. everyone has their own destination and everyone is at a different place. The times we used to share can only become memories at the back of our heads. This is because we're all moving forward. Although we wish we could remain in those happy times forever, we couldn't. Time wouldnt allow us and also the phase of life that we're going through wont allow us either. Eventually, those happy times will become memories that we could never be able to turn back the hands of time to go back to those times again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I wonder for myself, if I had the courage to really move on in life. I think right now I'm just stuck.. stuck in the past in the present time. I'm afraid to move on in life. I dont have the courage to face the uncertainties in life. You would have to walk your own journey in life no matter how many people are around you. The people around you can only help you and cheer you on your journey.. but at the end of it, you would still need to walk the path of your life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really found what I really want to do? Where I wanna be? And how my life should be led? Hmm.. I dont think so. In other words, I'm still searching..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2310490542042046715?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2310490542042046715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2310490542042046715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2310490542042046715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2310490542042046715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-journey.html' title='Life&apos;s a journey.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8056117500174328440</id><published>2009-07-05T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:15:42.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish this was it.</title><content type='html'>There are times when I feel I need to have new perspectives in life. Right now, I feel like a crap. Probably this is what they call it the quarter life crisis? I'm just doing the things I'm doing everyday to keep myself busy but the problem is, I'm trying to run away from reality. I'm deceiving myself. I do all the things to keep me busy so that it could stop me from thinking what I really need or want. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just don't know what I want anymore, really. Probably is the way I look that leads people into myths and misconceptions about me. But the fact is, I'm nothing. I have nothing. And I'm not as big as people churn me out to be. I just want to be accepted me to be me. To find a special belonging somewhere. Right now, I dont have any. I feel tired running around in circles. I'm chasing my own tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a happy ending to everything? I wish there was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8056117500174328440?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8056117500174328440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8056117500174328440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8056117500174328440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8056117500174328440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-this-was-it.html' title='I wish this was it.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6334221726900618815</id><published>2009-06-28T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:25:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail therapy.</title><content type='html'>This week has been an extremely busy week for me. Most of the nights I was outside with the kakis. One of my kakis will be going to terengganu soon. Sobs. Kinda sad. Anyways, I had a retail therapy session with feli yesterday. Oh gosh. I dont know when was the last time I went shopping. It was like donkey years ago. Hahahah. Okay okay, I know I'm exeggerating. But seriously, I think I didnt go shopping for quite a while ade. So this time the sales are on.. we were thinking.. why not? And we went and I bought quite some bit. Lol. I bought 1 dress, 1 dress-like, 3 tops and a cardigan. :DDDD Everything was quite worth a buy. Hahahaha. Alright lah.. enough of my nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was story telling to the sunday skool kids. Hmmm.. I'm not sure if I've caught their attention. But all i know was.. kids, they really need loads of visuals and movements. If not, it's really tough to grab whole of their attention. Sometimes I wonder, am I like one of them? Cos I can hardly stay focus and put my whole attention on something for long. I tend to stray.. by either dreaming, my number one killer attention.. or not paying attention or listening because I'm dreaming. Hahaha. The main point is.. I'm always dreaming. Any remedy for that? Hahahaha. So i'm like one of those kids.. which need loads of visuals and movements to grab whole of my attention. LOL. Alright, digressing there. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dat's about it for now la. Yah. I watched transformers 2 ade. It's quite nice. I liked the show but I think Transformers 1 was better. But the girl in the movie was hot. Lol. What's her name again? Megan fox ar? Yah.. her lah. If I was half as hot as her. HAHAHAHA. Sam as usual.. Okay nia. Hahaha. And I like bumblebee. Dat's all. :D Go watch it lah if you guys have the chance. Cos the queue is really loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong. Okies. Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6334221726900618815?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6334221726900618815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6334221726900618815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6334221726900618815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6334221726900618815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/06/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail therapy.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8349961993339349767</id><published>2009-06-24T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:30:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is dead.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I'm sorry dat this blog died once again for a very long time. Not sure if I have the time and the energy to keep this blog alive. Today I just felt like leaving some notes on my blog. LOL. So random. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been pretty busy lah. I know you guys will ask what am I busy with and blablabla. I wish I knew. Lol. The thing is I dont know where those hours went to. I felt like 24 hours a day isnt enough for me. I'm sure you feel the same way too. Heh. Weekdays I'll be busy working from 8am til 5pm. And by the time I got home it's nearly 6pm. Then I would have to go to the gym and by the time I got home is about 7.30pm. I'll have dinner with my family at around 7.45pm til 8.30pm... And then watch abit of tv.. and it's 9pm or 9.30pm.. then have to bathe somemore.. takes about one hour to dry my hair.. it'll be like 10.30pm already.. and before I knew it it's time for bed... Online for a while to check stuffs on FB or MSN.. 11.30pm is time to sleep. Dat's basically my agenda for normal days. There are days which I'll go out and skip the gym sessions.. ya know and blablabla.. till 12am only come home.. in the end I havent gotten enough sleep and end up zombified the next day at work. Lols. Weekends are mostly filled with either work again (man I hate work during weekends) and church activities.. Why cant we get more hours a day? I just wonder. Lol. I want more hours so dat I can sleep more.. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers movie is out and I think movie tickets are all sold out for now. Dang it! And Jacey's gonna go terengganu to further her studies.. Sob sob. We'll definitely miss her when she's not around. Why oh why must she go dat far? Hahahha... Of all places somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8349961993339349767?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8349961993339349767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8349961993339349767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8349961993339349767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8349961993339349767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-blog-is-dead.html' title='This blog is dead.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2879747744931642974</id><published>2009-02-23T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:04:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so sick of him...</title><content type='html'>I'm just so sick of him... He annoys me to the bone! When I watch the tv he would purposely block my view. When I wanna walk to the place I wanna go, he would also block my way. He would throw stuffs on my face, expects others to pick his dinner plate up to the sink to wash, (that also he cant do it himself after dinner), he would put his stinking feet with his stinking socks after school at my nose, head... and he throws his wastes around after he drink his can drinks, cups.. etc etc etc. You get my drift. This problem has not gotten better but deteriorating day by day. It has reached the point that I cannot be patient anymore. I cannot tolerate what he does to me anymore.  Yah I know. You would say why wouldnt my parents do anything? The fact is, they close one eye to all his actions. So which is why he's getting more and more daring! If you give him an inch, he'll take a yard. He knows that my parents wouldnt do anything to him which is why he's so arrogant. I just wish they could really teach him some manners for once and give me some respect as a sister. After all, I'm freaking 11 years older than him. But I doubt that's gonna happen cos.... they just simply wont be able to do it... I cannot fathom what's on their mind. This is definitely not the first time.. and probably the millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me I should give sisterly brotherly love nonsense. If he gives me the respect due, I wouldn't say anything. Now, even the basic respect he doesnt even show.... I just dont know what kind of person he'll turn out to be next time. For the millionth time's sake, can someone please talk some sensible sense into him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting very tired of him and I'm just so sick of him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2879747744931642974?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2879747744931642974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2879747744931642974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2879747744931642974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2879747744931642974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-so-sick-of-him.html' title='I&apos;m just so sick of him...'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3259507750509243001</id><published>2009-02-16T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:04:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a loooooooooong time.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps! Thank you for tuning in still to my oh-so-boring blog. Hahaha. It's my place of releasing those tension when I need to. I know, it's been a while since the CNY holidays and chap go meh is also way over. But nevertheless, I'll still like to finish what I've left behind since the last post. Pre-CNY started with a blast by us going to Genting as a family. Had a 'blast' there with my sis and bro when I literally have to sit the darn pirate ship which I nearly puked on the ride itself. Thank goodness I didnt! If not, I think those who's sharing the same ship as me would have shared my fair share of goodies that I had for breakfast. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon CNY, my family did something special this year. It's like my dad has all the recipes and we're each assigned to a recipe and cook out the dish as a CNY dish. The dishes are super 'gao nan du' one okay. Hahaha. Takes hours of preparation. Unfortunately, I've got no photos to show you guys as you know I'm not a photo person. I also forgot the fancy names to the dishes. I know, bad memory. But I think I remember Happiness Prawns by my sis and some red wine pork thing by me. Hahaha. Martin Yan's recipe, dont play ah. Overall, our family enjoyed preparing the dishes and enjoying fruits of the labour by all of us. I've gotta say again, too bad no photos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. towards the middle period of CNY, I went up to KL to meet the ever crazee sesat gang members. Hahaha. I seriously miss our times we had in uni. I must say it should be the best time of our lives? Hahaha. We had 2 crazy nights which are enough to kill. We slept at around 5am-7am consecutively for 2 freaking nights. It's enough to kill us as ya know, we're working peeps now and staying up that late isn't our cup of tea anymore. But nonetheless, I must state here that we are still young and carefree. Even these 2 nights are enough to kill, but it didnt kill me and our dear SYT. I was pretty much still up with much adrenaline towards the last night we had and so is our dear SYT. Hahahaha. The rest I think K.O. ade. Mahjong was our last activity of our gang in lion's house. :D The 3 days that I've spent there was great with the catching up and the teasing of our dear TYM. Hehehe. You know, I know can ade lar. Lols. For photos, please navigate your browser to Facebook and click on malau's pics. I can vouch that in those many photo albums posted, my reputation is tarnished. Hahaha. So many of my hodoh pics in there! Really no eye see ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I cannot contain myself but to ask you peeps out there. There's a taiwanese restaurant in The Gardens name Fong Lye (Wind Come), do you guys really reckon that this restaurant is a recommended restaurant? Or just following the Jones'? I cannot help it but being hit by disappointment for the 2nd time. The first time I had was with the elite team members and at that time I didnt think it was that fantastic of a restaurant. Cos we had to queue up and wait for our turn as the restaurant is sooo packed with people as if it's damn nice. At first, I thought it's nice since so many people are queueing up for the hot seats. Hahaha. But I guess, my tastebud is different from the others. Hahaha. Well, on the second occasion which is this time, I thought I've ordered the wrong dish the other time so might as well give it a try again. But I'm utterly disappointed again. Hahaha. We had to queue up this time too! And mind you, the restaurant is still packed. This time, we had a mini cockcroach in the watermelon juice that they served. The drink was already consumed halfway and the cockcroach was being mistaken as a watermelon seed. Unfortunately, this watermelon seed turned out to be a mini cockcroach in the mouth with hairy legs swirling at the top of your tongue. Heh. Take that! Here are the few pics for you guys to savour! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8fVtzvLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YqLrvr7aXfs/s1600-h/FL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8fVtzvLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YqLrvr7aXfs/s400/FL1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406914052537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ka liew' in your lovely watermelon juice on a hot sunny day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we asked for a change of drink.. they did only for the cockcroach containing juice only. There was another 2 glasses which they were reluctant to change. Well, needless to say, all 3 glasses of watermelon juice ordered for our table that day was prepared together. But their service is so bad that they were reluctant to change the other 2 glasses. Looks like business is too good for them? Even our dearest TYM has something to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8famGu3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/yJQy-eyiqpc/s1600-h/FL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8famGu3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/yJQy-eyiqpc/s400/FL2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406915362405234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think the picture says it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the drama continues. As you know, our dear malau has her new toy. A huge DSLR camera. We started snapping the roach, and everything we can see on the table. I guess this must have intimidated them to the max. Suddenly, they were willing to change the drink... and to a nice surprise, they complimented us with this ice thing below. I'm sure the gang has alot to say about this particular ice shaved delicacy. Hahaha. We didnt even finish it. To some, they didnt even touch it. I was the only one gorging myself on the vanilla ice-cream on top. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8frBK4pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_cGnDjXHAS0/s1600-h/FL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8frBK4pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_cGnDjXHAS0/s400/FL3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406919770890898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried my best to say that it's nice, but.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like after this encounter, we've decided to 'X' this restaurant from our list after much discussion and efforts. Not that we didnt give it a try for the second, third or even fourth to some people... but... looks like this will be the last time we step foot into this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8f5Y9YEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cehEA_iyCHI/s1600-h/FL4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8f5Y9YEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cehEA_iyCHI/s400/FL4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303406923628765250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wind come restaurant.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3259507750509243001?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3259507750509243001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3259507750509243001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3259507750509243001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3259507750509243001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-loooooooooong-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a loooooooooong time.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SZl8fVtzvLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YqLrvr7aXfs/s72-c/FL1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-1168281123925532516</id><published>2009-01-23T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:42:53.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese Nu Year!</title><content type='html'>The best time is to spent with family and friends, especially friends that I've not seen for a long time. :D But the best is still spent with my family. :D I love it when we go to trips together. I personally like travelling, so I wouldn't mind travelling as long as I'm not the one driving. Teehee! Ya know, when I go travelling with my family, I've got this warm and happy feeling together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do my disappearing act during chinese nu year, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you out there who's reading my blog right now, a happy and a blessed nu year! It's another year, another year older, another year wiser. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, not forgetting to mention that my family would be doing something special this nu year! Stay tuned as I unravel the mystery to what my family is doing this year. Hahaha. Actually like you guys care what we do. LOL. But it's really fun! It's gotta do with the dinners we're going to have during day one to three of CNY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think it's time for me to sign off now. But at the meantime, enjoy your CNY holidays and stay healthy and wealthy! Happy nu year! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1168281123925532516?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1168281123925532516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1168281123925532516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1168281123925532516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1168281123925532516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-nu-year.html' title='Happy Chinese Nu Year!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6813631910817302415</id><published>2009-01-15T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:58:51.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up place.</title><content type='html'>My house was nearly broken into yesterday night when we were all sound asleep. The gate outside was distorted and a lil' damaged at the side. This isn't the first time these people tried to break into the house. 2 weeks ago, something similar happened. The door at the hall was ajar and the alarm went off. I was terrified. The thought of it makes me cringe. Imagine having a guy or some guys you dont know standing next to your bed saying hi to you if you happen to wake up and catch them red handed.. I can't never bring myself to imagine the worst to what those guys can do to me and my family. Oh gosh. This is just madness. My mum told me that there are some indonesians hanging around the area which I'm staying. My mum also suspected some indian guys which tarred the road to be the culprits. Whatever it is, safety is the most important thing now. The other time was worst because the door was already ajar. I could'nt bring myself to sleep soundly again that night. Any slight noise made by a creek or a tud, I would wake up and space out for a lil' while. You must be thinking, why not report this to the police so that they can help you. The thing is, malaysian police are like no-brainers. Even if you tell them, they would buat dunno and worse, tell you to go away since nothing is stolen. But the thing is, why need the police if we have to wait til something actually happens before it's too late? I guess, this is how malaysia works. They love crying over spilt milk for that matter. I have totally no faith in malaysian police. They can even do something to women under their custodies. Their credibility is worth doubting. Are they even fit to become police officers? Not to mention bribes.. blablabla. Now they have extra pocket money earning from the back seat seat-belt rule. I just find it ridiculous sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the condition we have to live in if we're in this country. Now it's worse since the economic condition will be hitting its lowest this year, which spells even more break-ins, stealing, killing and so on. To be wary of mat rempits, theives, robbers, snatch-theives, foreigners, rapists, hijackers, etc. The list goes on. I'm sick and tired of looking out for these things. It's either the baddies are smart or the police is just plain stupid and useless. You choose. The police has got some bucking up to do. Firstly, by catching those illegal immigrants that are accumulating in this country by the day. They're like the bacterias multiplying exponentially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6813631910817302415?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6813631910817302415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6813631910817302415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6813631910817302415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6813631910817302415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/01/screwed-up-place.html' title='Screwed up place.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4294186699128047343</id><published>2009-01-05T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:54:43.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always rain on me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody's saying it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still I can't close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of these lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunny days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get the strangest feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something goes wrong, I'm the one who gets blamed. Every.Single.Time. I'm not responsible for anyone's actions for that matter. I dont believe I have such a great influence on people's lives til their actions revolves around me. Being blamed for this is a very unreasonable act to do. Every time when something goes wrong, I get the bait. And when something needs to be done, I get the bait. Why has it always got to be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me lar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4294186699128047343?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4294186699128047343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4294186699128047343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4294186699128047343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4294186699128047343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title='Why does it always rain on me?'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1108426681211085359</id><published>2009-01-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:48:01.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive into the new year.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! Although the start of the year has already been sucky to me so far, still, I wanna wish you guys a very happy 2009! I dont think 2009 is gonna be a very good year for me since it started with a BANG. Literally. I'm just lucky I'm not dead yet. Life hasn't been exactly smooth for me so far in my workplace. Sorry my ji muis, I might not be able to go to KL as planned to meet up with my dear Dato' Ser and malau during the CNY. Actually, malau has got it planned on the 31st Jan to 4th Feb to be up in KL to celebrate like we did the last year in 2008 but I guess it's not gonna happen. Bad news is, my another colleague will be taking a week off straight on that week. And judging from there's only the 3 of us now, there's no way I could also leave during dat time. I know it's sad. I'm sad. Is there any way we could plan this the following week? But I know the following week isn't CNY anymore. Boohoo. I'm beginning to hate 2009 already. What a distressing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 2009 now. I guess it's time to ponder upon what I went through in the year 2008. I can say many things happened in 2008. I was still a trainee in the GH and obviously life being as a trainee sucks, as usual. But I would like to thank the Lord from seeing my thru that trainee year of mine. During that, I learnt the meaning of patience and endurance. That's my working life summary for year 2008. Relationships wise, I've been on a rollercoaster ride. Many things happened. The first quarter of the year I was dealing with loads of emotional stress. Trying to forget the past and move on, trying to focus on what I really want. But I guess at a point of time I was blurred on certain things. I didnt know how to react when I did found out something. But I guess things are still the same for now. Then, on the second half of the year, I guess I tried to get on in life but I guess things didnt work out. Then towards the last, things are back to square one again. So the efforts that I've put in at the first half of the year didnt pay off. Gah. Life is so complicated. At least for me. Sheesh. Eventually, we'll realise that family will always be there for you no matter what. Sigh. Enough of unhappiness. My social life for 2008 revolves mainly with my colleagues and my church mates. I hardly met up with anyone else from my high skool or college. Okay, maybe 2 or 3. But not many. Uni mates still got meet up twice? Argh. I seriously HATE working life. It just sucks the zest in life out of you. Hopefully, 2009 will be a better year for me, emotionally and socially. Haha. I also want to have a closer relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. I just found out there's JCO donuts in JB. What lah. It's currently located in City Square. Not sure if they are having the long famous JCO queue cos I havent been there myself yet! Hahaha. Lazy lah. City Square is like so far away and the parking kills! If you're going there, please save a donut for me from your box of donuts ok? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I shall end here. Let's hope it's a good year for everyone in 2009! Happy nu year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1108426681211085359?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1108426681211085359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1108426681211085359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1108426681211085359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1108426681211085359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2009/01/dive-into-new-year.html' title='Dive into the new year.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3573598124385847310</id><published>2008-12-26T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:16:53.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Isn't Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all! Hope you guys have a very blessed Christmas! Here's a song that describes a lil' what Christmas is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas isn't Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'til it happens in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere, deep inside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is where Christmas really starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, give your heart to Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll discover when you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it's Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really Christmas for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus brings warmth like a winter fire,&lt;br /&gt;A light like a candle's glow&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting now to come inside,&lt;br /&gt;Like He did so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Jesus brings gifts of truth and life&lt;br /&gt;And makes them bloom and grow&lt;br /&gt;So welcome Him with a song of joy,&lt;br /&gt;And when He comes you'll know&lt;br /&gt;...that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3573598124385847310?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3573598124385847310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3573598124385847310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3573598124385847310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3573598124385847310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-isnt-christmas.html' title='Christmas Isn&apos;t Christmas.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-5250566416831185504</id><published>2008-12-23T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:35:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just feel like crying.</title><content type='html'>I'm so upset right now, I dont know what to do! I feel the lowest. I feel like banging my head against the wall and just die there. Trust me, this is just the feeling I'm going thru right now. It's so sucky I can't describe it in words. In case you were wondering what happened, obviously something big happened. It all happened when one of the pharmacist here is getting transferred out. Alright, you must be thinking, big deal right. The problem is, there's no one coming now to take over her place. And in this hosp, there's only left the 3 of us including me. And best of all, we're all chinese. Now, this coming sat and sun supposed to be this woman's turn doing the friggin' methadone who's transferring out. Gah. Now the other girl said dat it's either me or my colleague to do this sun. I've already taken 24th and 26th off for christmas and I wouldnt be around this weekend. I'm so sad right now I dont know what to do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, comes the trickier part. CNY. You can know, the situation already, there's only 3 chinese working here. Who's gonna work during CNY? And the eve which falls on the weekend? I feel damn sad right now. I just feel like crying out loud. I know crying doesnt solve anything, but it does make me feel better! I've only got a question: WHY? Why why why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese working during CNY? WTF is this? Sorry for my crudeness. I'm so upset right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad right now, I feel like dying. I just received a call from OPD. She said she has already counselled 4 pts today and she dont feel like counselling anymore. So she called me over to ask me to do. WTF is this lar? 4 pts only also cannot handle ah? I counselled like more than 10 in HSA last time also like this. Ppl these days just like to make use of ppl. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH. Damn angry right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5250566416831185504?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5250566416831185504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5250566416831185504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5250566416831185504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5250566416831185504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-feel-like-crying.html' title='I just feel like crying.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7644073253254428475</id><published>2008-12-21T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:07:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalalala.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming! Yippee! :D In a few more days, I'll get my well-deserved break. I havent took any day off yet ever since I completed my prp days. This weekend was a super busy weekend for me. These 2 days were crazy. All in all, these 2 days I've been busy fending the crowd more than anything else. The pool of people everywhere was crazy! Everyone's everywhere. Prolly like me, doing the last minute christmas shopping. Besides that, everyone wants to have events on this particular weekend before christmas. Exceptionally alot. This is one of the many I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;1. One of my dispenser's daughter's wedding which I have to go since I've already skipped a few before this. It's in KT of course.&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the elite team members came to town. So sorry dat I can't make it to meet up with the gang. Haha. Because I had promised my sis to have girl-on-girl bonding time shopping trip to s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went shopping in s'pore (a quick one) and I tell you, the crowd in Orchard Road was totally crazy! Seriously chose the wrong weekend to go weh. But this was the only weekend I was available and also my sis lah. But still, the crowd there is still a nightmare to me now.&lt;br /&gt;4. A friend called to ask if I'm interested to go PC fair. But too bad I'm in spore lar!&lt;br /&gt;5. After shopping, met up with a friend in spore and we went for dinner together. Haha. Too bad for him when we ordered our dinner ade, the stall is already closed when he wanted to place his order. Haha. What lar.&lt;br /&gt;6. We headed back to JB together. Went to our friend's house. Played with his dog Chelsea who is so cute. :D Wanna go his house again to visit the dog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's past midnight now and mummy is obviously nagging already. Our friend fetched us back home and it's nearly 1am ade. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;8. Need to bathe fast and get to bed. Cos the next day still got church service but luckilly it's at 9am the next morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;1. Church service as usual in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice for christmas event after service.&lt;br /&gt;3. To attend a friend's grandma wake. (Funeral service) Since my parents and his parents are in the same CG group. Didnt quite make it cos I was busy with practice.&lt;br /&gt;4. To attend another former hospital's dispenser's wedding. Feli called me but I guess I can't split myself into more than 1 piece since I'm busy practising. So in the end I didnt make it for the event, again.&lt;br /&gt;5. After practice, Joez suggested that we teman him to PC fair to get his stuffs. Ok lor. Since I also wanna go PC fair one. So we went. Walao, the crowd is also amazing lar. I tell you, I hate crowds!&lt;br /&gt;6. After battling the crowd, we headed to the ground floor where there were motor show sia. Went in to see all the chun cars. And also see got leng lui or not. I'm the most leng lar. No need to say. Heheheheehehehe. But the cars displayed there were all very nice! I want... Haha. Mini Cooper with open top. Nice. :D And also porsche.&lt;br /&gt;7. Headed back home. Joez fetched us back home. He came into the house, got some shows off me. And also to show off his new HDD. Hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted to go out after we reached home with my sis to grab some bites. Looks like we're too lazy to go. And besides, my dad's car is blocking my car from going out of the house. Haha. Lazy lar.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nap and then dinner. And here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Need to go get some shut eye ade now. Tomorrow baobei's not working. Uhuhuhuhuhu. I'll be working alone and driving alone for the next 2 days. So sad. And I seriously also need to make time to go to the gym! Cos I wont be around this whole week from eve til next mon. I need a rest! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I want more holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7644073253254428475?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7644073253254428475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7644073253254428475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7644073253254428475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7644073253254428475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/lalalalala.html' title='Lalalalala.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2376757672737764152</id><published>2008-12-19T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:28:01.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some rants before christmas.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just around the corner. The shops in the mall, the restaurants we went, the radio stations that we turned on, they are all playing christmas carols and also wearing santa costumes. But do they really know the real meaning of christmas? Or are they just using this event as a gimmick for their business. (well, obviously.) I think the world has evolved too much that it lost the true meaning of christmas. Anyways, christmas is my favourite event of the year. Just as friday is my favourite time of the week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some stuffs bugging me. But I've been brushing it aside since I dont like to bother myself with problems. However, I guess this problem inside of me isnt going to go away and it just continues to gnaw its way to me. Can a person have a change of heart that fast? Probably, it wasnt even there, which explains how it went away so fast. Haha. So I'm pretty sure now my decision made at that time was correct. It didnt take one second more to have that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about changes, things change all the time. Sometimes I love changes and sometimes I hate it. But most of the time, I dont like it. Change is going to come its way soon! And according to my intuition, it's not going to be a good one. So, hopefully everything just settle in nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I should really start shopping for christmas ade. It's like so late already and I havent got anything for anyone yet. Talk about last minute here. Hehe. Looks like I dont have much time to shop since I'll be working up til christmas eve. Argh. I must really squeeze in some time for shopping this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. My current song now playing is Elvis Presley's 'Can't help falling in love with you' but a duet re-sung by Andrea Bocelli &amp;amp; Katherine McPhee. Falling in love? Can someone tell me what love actually is? I think I'm starting to deviate from the true meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly before I end, I must say it's so easy to fall back to my old ways again if I'm not careful. Falling back to old comfortable ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2376757672737764152?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2376757672737764152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2376757672737764152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2376757672737764152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2376757672737764152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-rants-before-christmas.html' title='Some rants before christmas.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9030461626091696083</id><published>2008-12-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:50:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while since I've done an update. :D It was a busy week, yet again for me. Although I work 8-5 everyday from mondays to fridays, I still have to go gym on alternate days. Which means, the night is even shorter for me to enjoy and bum around before I actually get to work the next day. Hahaha. Hmm. As you know, yesterday was a public holiday. I nearly had to go to work, but ahh, never mind. I didnt have to go in the end. Wahahaha. I've never got a chance to have a long weekend off. It's either I'll be working on sat and sun but monday is a public holiday (for example) or I got the weekend off but not the public holiday. I wonder am I always being bullied or I'm coincidentally ill-fated all the time. I seriously begin to wonder. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on sunday night, I went to DAF in the evening and after that I had a nice time fellowshipping with the DAF guys at Danga Bay. I haven't had so much fun for quite a while now. I was practically screaming, waving, beating, pinching.. you name it I was doing it! Hahahaha. We rented some double bicycle thing for an hour and it was so fun. Hahahaha. I can still laugh when I think about it now. I've also watched the movie Transporter 3 and Frank in that movie is to die for! Hahaha. He's so handsome, suave, manly.. blablablablabla. You name it, he's that guy for you! He makes a girl feel safe whenever he's around. Wahahaha. Okay, I'm getting a lil' too carried away now. Alright, back to the topic. Then on monday itself, DGC had to move from Daya to Molek. All of us chipped in to help move the things. Not to worry! We're not moving to Molek for good. We're just moving temporarily to Molek so that our present church building can be renovated and expanded. Yeap, our church is growing and we definitely need more space! :D After the moving session, it was about 1pm. We had lunch, talked over kopitiam.. and I found out something. I didnt know the coffeeshop now actually have wifi?! I mean we were so shocked to see a tag stuck on the wall telling people that this coffeeshop does actually have wifi. Well, I'm not talking about those old town kopitiam that kind. It's seriously the typical kopitiam with prawn mee stall, chicken rice stall, wantan mee stall.. to have wifi? Hahaha. Talk about living a world without internet man. :D After lunch, we played sports in the empty Daya building. We played floor ball. I was the top scorer okay! Wahahahaha. But the guys were seriously very rough. Tsk tsk tsk. Cannot be more gentler ka. So I have to be more ganas to fit in, you see. Hahaha. All in all, we had a nice time playing til around 4pm. By the time I reached home was nearly 5pm and mummy said we have to go visit granma and granpa. I barely even sat on the chair for a good whole 15 minutes, mummy said we have to go already. Alright, as long as I'm not the one driving. Hahahaha. Reached grannie's place, granny not at home pulak. So watched tv while we waited there. We left grannie's place around 7pm. Had dinner outside.. papa drive drive drive... reached home around 8.15pm.. and dang.. gotta wash my hair somemore before my nyonya show which is at 9pm. Rushed around, finally in time for my show to start. Then later at 10pm got forensic heroes somemore. My dad got me addicted to the show! But finally able to pull my butt out of the sofa before dat show ended at 11pm to get to bed and ready for work the next day. Ohh gosh. My legs are still aching after that ganas session of floor ball I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, it's nearly time for my nyonya show liao! Gotta go now. Update another time! Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9030461626091696083?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9030461626091696083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9030461626091696083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9030461626091696083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9030461626091696083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-updates.html' title='Some updates.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8806591804929216495</id><published>2008-11-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:12:50.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a week.</title><content type='html'>Yeap. It's been a week since I've blogged. Umm, probably more than that. I've been rather busy with work, gym, hang outs, church, gatherings.. ya know. I've got nothing much to shout about here. Just that I've been busy filling my life with activities just to distract myself from the real problems I'm facing. Okay, maybe now I've been staring too long at the particular problem and it doesnt look like a problem to me anymore. Hahaha. But it's still a problem okay. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, tomorrow's monday again and I seriously HATE monday. I get the monday blues the night before and I dont like that feeling at all. Sometimes, my friends said I need a break. I need to take a day off my mind from work. They were like 'how come you dont seem to take leave one ah.. always work work work.' Dat's what an uncle in church ask me today. Hahaha. I can't seem to answer him. He went on saying, ' you keeping your leave to take a longer holiday next time is it'. Hahahaha. I just grinned at him and nodded. I dont know what to say! It was so awkward. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, today I got a riddle by sms by an anonymous number. Not really anonymous, just that this number appeared as an unknown sender cos I dont have this number in my contact list. I wonder who it is... Please tell me the answer if you get to know the answer to this riddle. :D&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is a 5 letter word. X is a talent in you. If you remove the first letter, X is dead. If you remove the first 2 letters, X is sick. What is X? Reply me if you are a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh. Whoever sent that?! If you have the answer, tell me kays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to sleep now. Tomorrow's still gotta work. :( I hate mondays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8806591804929216495?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8806591804929216495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8806591804929216495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8806591804929216495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8806591804929216495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a week.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-6211416864198701256</id><published>2008-11-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:39:49.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatso, busted.</title><content type='html'>Oh gawd, I've been getting rather emo these days. Hahhaa. It's good to be emo once in a while but not every time. I need to snap out of it! Hmm, finally I've gotten myself to gym to work out those fats. Hahhaa. The class that I've attended today was pretty interesting. Ya know, the thai kick boxing thing. Really mind blowing. Lols. It's fun and exhilarating! But it's reaaaally tiring. Felt like fainting after the session. :D I'm on my way to a fat-free world. Hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cathing Gossip Girl season 2 these days. The stories are addictive to watch especially episodes 2 to 5 I think. Heh, you'll have to watch it for yourself to find out. But I still think season 1 is nicer? Hahhaa. Probably I'm still soak up in the past. Sigh. Look how I digress. *rolls eyes* Anyways, can't wait till all the other episodes are out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had dinner outside with my family. It's family time. Havent sat with them for quite a while now. We had pizzas at a nearby pizza parlour. Coming from a traditional family which my dad only loves chinese food, it's pretty surprising to have pizza as our dinner. Hehe. Obviously, there's a catch to it. Because my dad and bro had won some vouchers to go pizza hut to have our pizzas. Heh. Yay. Had the favourite stuffed crust. Dat's because I'm a cheese lover. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I guess that's some wrap up for today. I shall write again soon. I'm offz to watch a movie. It's movie time, babeh! Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6211416864198701256?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6211416864198701256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6211416864198701256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6211416864198701256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6211416864198701256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/11/fatso-busted.html' title='Fatso, busted.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6231404424148894239</id><published>2008-11-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:12:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Ride.</title><content type='html'>This week has been a total roller coaster ride for me. Both physical and emotional. The week started off as usual, boring and routined. Hahaha, now you must think I'm contradicting myself since I just said this week was a roller coaster ride. Oh well, yeah, I am. But as the days go by, things have started to change, for the worse. It got worse until the end of this week. All I wanted to do was to cry. I know I'm such a cry baby. But I can't help it! Tears just rolled down my eyes whenever I think about it and things weren't going as it's supposed to be. Awkwardness fills the air and I wish things would go back to the way it used to be. Occasionally, I wonder if this is a little far-fetched? I really do hope that things could go back the way it used to be. I'm not a specialist in relationships but I do make an effort to make every relationship work out because I love and care for those who are dear to me. But if there's an emotional blockage, it will be causing both parties to be retractive of their actions. I have given some shots, but I'm seriously afraid of being hurt and snubbed. (which I already had at first. sigh.) I can't take rejections very well, you see. Hmm. Somehow, I started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess things got better towards the end. And hence, I rest my case. Always know that I'll love you, for who you are. Isn't that how friendship should be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6231404424148894239?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6231404424148894239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6231404424148894239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6231404424148894239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6231404424148894239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/11/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller Coaster Ride.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-5185791257960782652</id><published>2008-11-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:05:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes are hard.</title><content type='html'>I was never good at goodbyes. I'm a sucker when people get upset. I will be at loss if you cried or get angry. But on top of dat, I'm just not good with goodbyes. Goodbyes are hard for me to handle. Some things of the past I cannot manage to say goodbye to. But I had to. And right now, it's still stuck with me. Sometimes I feel the pain, the agony and the memories flash through my mind. Will I ever be able to move on after making such a grave mistake? After all, it had quite a grip on my life before and for quite some time also. Ahhh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today was an okay day. Work was normal, nothing spectacular. Got home, watched loads of tv. Literally I was watching ever since I came home. Umm, 5.30pm to 10pm? Hahahahaha. Tv is so nice to watch. Lols. Oh yeah, Obama won the presidential seat today. Haha. Not like I'm interested or anything. Just that it's very hyped up. Everyone is talking about it. Hmm, I wonder why. Hahaha. I heard he has some Indon blood in him from his ancestors. Really ah? And also heard that he's from a muslim background. Is that true? Oh well, the americans have decided. Not that I care. Hahahaha. But he's after all going to influence the world's economy and also our pockets. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously must hit the gym by end of this week. I'm turning into some fat ass until I dont even recognise myself. Hahaha. Okay lah, maybe that's a lil' far-fetched. But I'm seriously getting fatter and fatter. Ass also getting bigger. I'm turning into the person we don't like. Hahaha. Neh, the ass getting bigger and bigger one. Lols. Heh heh, gymy-gym, Here I come! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5185791257960782652?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5185791257960782652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5185791257960782652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5185791257960782652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5185791257960782652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbyes-are-hard.html' title='Goodbyes are hard.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3097951650940805284</id><published>2008-10-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:36:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the best of mood.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm not a strong person within. I'm swayed easily. Or rather being persuaded easily. Hmm, this also means I'm easily bullied and being taken advantage of. I haven't been exactly meeting people with nice personality these days. I'm sure God has a purpose for letting me meet these kind of people. And I'm also sure that God has prepared this place for me to gain experience, mature and grow as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've also done some bad stuffs to be categorized as not nice people. Hahaha. Omg, this is becoming so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my life has been like a roller coaster ride. Hahaha. Let's see what I did last weekend. Saturday I was rotting at home.. oh well, maybe not rotting. I was resting. Hahaha. Gaining my well deserved rest. Then on sunday, I was busy with church activities, watched movies with the guys and also attended a meeting and a practice. Then on deep day I had to work! How annoying. They had better not put me on the next public holiday or I'm gonna strike!&lt;br /&gt;:D But many things kinda happened during last weekend... which I dont think I wanna divulge here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna get out of JB once in a while. Ya know, get exposed to other places and get some fresh ideas on how things are. Meet those mates I seldom meet. Have some fun and paint some towns red. Hahaha. Okay I'm getting out of topic here. Oh well, my point is to get out of routined life once in a while to refresh the mind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall end here now. I'm exhausted running here and there. Knocked off at freaking 5.30pm today. Reached home at about freaking 6.30pm. I need to get some shut eye now. I shall write again, diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3097951650940805284?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3097951650940805284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3097951650940805284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3097951650940805284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3097951650940805284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-in-best-of-mood.html' title='Not in the best of mood.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-6159415056494108590</id><published>2008-10-24T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:19:25.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary soul.</title><content type='html'>Despite the hustle and bustle of life, despite the upfront of a cheerful face, lies beneath a heart that is feeling sad and moody. I dont know why i'm feeling like this right now. The culprit is the problems I face during work. The hospital that I'm in right now is so messed up. I dont know how to improve the situation. I want to, but I dont know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, probably I'm having a PMS since I'm feeling PMS-sy these days. My soul feels so weary. My current playlist on my ipod plays Josh Groban and Michael Buble. I need an inspiration in my life. I need to get back up on my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I find a solace place and just hide there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6159415056494108590?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6159415056494108590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6159415056494108590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6159415056494108590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6159415056494108590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/weary-soul.html' title='Weary soul.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4835949617990856520</id><published>2008-10-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:25:05.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLA. BLA. BLA.</title><content type='html'>I just can't stand it anymore. Everyone's got something to say when I go out with a guy whether in a group or not. Wad's wrong with people nowadays? Don't I have the right to hang out with friends? Don't I have the freedom to go out with whomever I want? When I do hang out with a bunch of people with some guys in it, aunties go.. oooohhh, he's interested in you... Well, if they dont comment anything, I'll still be able to accept it. BUT, wad pisses me off is.. they jump to conclusions. And annoying comments such as.. ohh he's too young for you, he's too old for you, he's a non christian (always kena from my mum), he's not good enough for you, he's too short, he's too fat, he's not sociable, he's not an aunty's guy, he's got no manners.. blablablablabla. BLABLABLABLABLA. Well, give me a break already okay?! It's me who's hanging out with them, NOT YOU. So why are you so concerned with whom I hang out with? And must I report to you every action that I make? This is just plain ridiculous. Since when they have become a judge in my life? Cant guys and girls have platonic relationship? I just dont get it, esp. aunties. Watch movies together in a group also kena. Wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder I love being single! Or rather it's no wonder I'm still single. Hahahaha. The amount of questions you get bombarded are just too stressful for me to handle. Bitch bitch bitch. Only know how to bitch. Nothing better to do is it. Then go buy vegetables lah! Life's a bitch sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4835949617990856520?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4835949617990856520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4835949617990856520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4835949617990856520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4835949617990856520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/bla-bla-bla.html' title='BLA. BLA. BLA.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-8009164576792894620</id><published>2008-10-16T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:39:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! Tomorrow's friday! Friday is my favourite day of the week! It's a mixed feelings of happiness, excitement and fun! Hahaha. Because the weekend is just around the corner. But it also means that another week has passed ever so quickly. Anyhoo, I love fridays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been suffering from a backache for a few days now. I dont know how I got it, dont ask me. I havent been bending much and everything. I've not been exerting myself as well. Hmm. I'm still thinking what could cause my backache. This isn't my first time having such backaches. Only more severe this time. What could be wrong with me? :/ It's the 'suan tong' kind. Anyone has any ideas what this means? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Recently, someone of my age passed away with cancer of the pancreas. It's actually my friend's friend. But I've met her before. Stayed in their rented house before once or twice, I cant remember. The whole incident was kinda.. sigh. I dont know wad to say. Nor do I know the right words to say. Mebbe the best way is to stay silent and just mourn with them for the loss. It's just less than a year since they found out about it and now she's gone. Such is life for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8009164576792894620?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8009164576792894620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8009164576792894620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8009164576792894620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8009164576792894620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3494918197476436764</id><published>2008-10-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:41:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' routined updates.</title><content type='html'>Nothing special's been going in my life lately. Everyday is like a routine. Hehe. Wake up --&gt; Work --&gt; Home --&gt; Online --&gt; Sleep. I seriously need a life more than this. Haha. I'm totally wasting. But on the contrary, I've not been getting enough sleep. Hmmm. I seriously wonder why. Although I've been doing nothing, the time just slips away! And mummy has been warning me that I've been hanging out too much lately. She said I've been playing too much. Am I really playing too much? I dont think so leh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to S'pore last saturday and I bought loads of things! The things I bought were such a good bargain! I bought 2 skirts for SGD 15! And and and.. a blouse for SGD 15 and 18. So happy! So nice somemore. Who wants to go s'pore to shopping next time must ajak me kays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just watched House Bunny and the show is quite dumb lah. Hahaha. Dumb blonde kind. Hehehe. But it's funny lah. So, if you want a chillexing stress-free show, you might wanna try this show. :) All in all, 3 out of 5 popcorns! Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3494918197476436764?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3494918197476436764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3494918197476436764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3494918197476436764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3494918197476436764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-routined-updates.html' title='A lil&apos; routined updates.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8777365005052484852</id><published>2008-10-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:56:09.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time just keeps flowing.</title><content type='html'>Out of a sudden today, I've decided to transfer all my previous photos on my life in the UK into my laptop. As I browse through, I can't help but realise that time had passed by so quickly. It's been more than a year now since I'm back from the UK. And this means the photos taken are about 2 years ago. Hmmph. As I was looking through those photos, I realized I seriously missed those days I had when I was in my university as a student. Life was so much more carefree and happy. I miss the group that I was hanging out with. The noise that we all made could really.... kill. Haha. If I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldn't change anything about it. I would still wanna travel with them to see the world. I would still wanna spend my UK days with them. Aaaahh. I miss travelling in Europe too! The weather was cooling, cold winds, subtle warmth of the sun that lightly touches your skin.. it was just perfect for travels. :D If I've got the chance, I would love to do it all over again! Don't you guys agree? Hehe. Try looking through your old photos and you will see what I mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, why am I made to suffer all the time? Especially in the affairs of the heart. Oh boy. I really do wanna fix myself and just settle down for good. I'm tired of being here and there or everywhere for that matter. Probably, I'm destined to be single for good. Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I miss you guys, sesatgang. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8777365005052484852?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8777365005052484852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8777365005052484852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8777365005052484852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8777365005052484852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-just-keeps-flowing.html' title='The time just keeps flowing.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2148937261979812829</id><published>2008-10-01T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:29:24.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The What-Nots.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I cannot detect what I want in life. I'm always having difficulties settling on the things that I want. I don't have a certain goal in life. I think I haven't found them yet. Or maybe I never will. It's like I've been doing things a little here and there with no certain goals in it. At my age, I think I'm still having a teenager's thinking. I'm not certain on the things in life that I really want to pursue. Friends my age are having big plans, big thoughts on how things should go. But I don't. To be honest, I don't have any big plans or big thoughts. I'm just living my life at a day to day basis. I'm not so much of a planner. Things come and I take it as it is. I don't know if this is a good indication. I used to have strong thoughts about life, about what I want, but not anymore. My current vision is blurred. Sigh. What's wrong with me? I'm just too short-sighted I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should seriously meditate and ask God what He wants to do in my life. I need some directions! I think I have a heart and mind that cannot be tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was listening to my list of songs, memories from high skool surged through my mind. I still like my first crush. Wth man. Hahaha. I'm crazy..... Please ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2148937261979812829?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2148937261979812829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2148937261979812829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2148937261979812829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2148937261979812829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-nots.html' title='The What-Nots.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-760700530789227010</id><published>2008-09-21T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:19:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Updates.</title><content type='html'>Hello world! It's been a while since I've done an update on myself. In case you still dont know, I've officially finished my training year and now proceeding to complete my service with the goverment. I'm officially an frp but with more responsibilities now. :( It's still gonna be a learning process although I've finished my training year. Hmmph. Anyways, for the recent posting on where to work (ya know, government sector. they tend to throw you to the place dat they like), I'm currently placed in HKT, in kota tinggi. Hehe. Fortunately, I still get to go home everyday. It's a small district area out of JB city and it takes about 30-40 mins drive to get there. So, if you guys wanna visit the kota tinggi waterfall, dont forget to ajak me yah. Hahahaha. It's a very small hospital but I kinda like it. Just dat now I'm being thrown to be in charge of a dept. Ya know, I'm a total noob in these kind of things. Hopefully, I'll be able to handle it well and not kena fried for screwing up. Hahaha. And I'm lucky enough to have baobei to be in the same hospital as me. :) I'm sure my working life would be meaningless without baobei. Haha. Wanna know why? Cos most of them in the hosp go home straight after work everyday (incl. fridays) and we dont have much time to bond and get to know each other better. Even lunch also we dont eat together. Kinda feel.. hmmmph. I like to work in an environment where everyone is ya know, happy working together like a family. Somehow, I dont really feel it here where I'm working now... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a recent photo of me and my working partner in action to our recent Malacca one day trip. Haha. Happening leh.. dont jealous ya. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SNYRAZBGyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6eZfeg3zfaQ/s1600-h/DSCN1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SNYRAZBGyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6eZfeg3zfaQ/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248401114160089314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I wanna go take a nap now ade. Just finished a movie session on Babylon A.D. Haha. The story line sucks lah. I only like the action packed stuffs of the movie. Explosive, Powerful, Action! Hehehe. Alrighty. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-760700530789227010?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/760700530789227010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=760700530789227010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/760700530789227010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/760700530789227010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-updates.html' title='Some Updates.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SNYRAZBGyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6eZfeg3zfaQ/s72-c/DSCN1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-3418421258819807094</id><published>2008-09-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:14:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances are..</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was little, my mum told me, dont ever marry a person who's a scrooge if not you'll suffer the same fate just like me. Firstly, when you're dating with them, they will treat you like a princess. But after you married them, the story changes into something.. you know, usually worse. (as the story goes.) Then mum continues saying, if they dont even treat you like a princess when you're not yet married, chances are, they never will. Cos after marriage is usually a downfall from there. And also if they dont even buy you things when you're not married, chances are, they never will.. just like your dad! I sheepishly smiled at her. I didnt get wad she was saying last time as I was still, you know.. little. Prolly she was pissed with my dad.. well, still is on the buying things part and also one big issue; holidays. Hahaha. But dont get me wrong, my dad and mum are still the best parents but sometimes.. poor me who has to endure some earful stuffs when things just dont seem to get the way they want it to be. But since, I'm older now, and also have seen part of the world, I kinda agree with wad my mum said. 'Dont ever become a housewife when you get married. Become free maid and free cook. No pay. No shopping. No gratitude.' Hmmm. I wonder why women are succumbed to such treatments by men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I do not live in past centuries where women were being pushed around and being treated un-nicely. It's because the past women has endured it all and they said, enough is enough. Hahaha. Which is why, it's common that women have their careers these days. Hmm, this is a very debatable topic as we always have debates on this topic during my high skool days. Not the playfully debating kind. Debates with substances like against other schools. I also hear this debatable topic over the radio, tv and internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell a war. Haha. In fact, a war has just happened. Wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3418421258819807094?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3418421258819807094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3418421258819807094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3418421258819807094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3418421258819807094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/09/chances-are.html' title='Chances are..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-3121195040705922558</id><published>2008-09-04T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:53:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Greater Love Than This.</title><content type='html'>You loved me when I was so unlovely,&lt;br /&gt;You sought me when I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how much you really loved me,&lt;br /&gt;When you bought me at the highest cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater love than this,&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater love than this,&lt;br /&gt;That a man would give his life for a friend,&lt;br /&gt;There's no higher sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;Than a man would give his life,&lt;br /&gt;You have paid a precious price for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose me when I was so unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;You cleansed me with you own blood,&lt;br /&gt;You clothed me with righteousness and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;And you crowned me with you steadfast love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah 7:18 Who is a God like you, who pardons sin and forgives the transgression of the remnant of his inheritance? You do not stay angry forever but delight to show mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song depicts how much our Lord loves us and has sacrificed everything He had for us. I'm currently looking for this song. If you have it, please share it with me. Hehe. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3121195040705922558?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3121195040705922558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3121195040705922558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3121195040705922558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3121195040705922558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-greater-love-than-this.html' title='No Greater Love Than This.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3007110991454063700</id><published>2008-08-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:50:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties. Like X variables.</title><content type='html'>Life is full of uncertainties. Everything seems to be so vague. There's no true definite answer. That is why I feel lost. We all feel lost when there are uncertainties happening in our lives. We dont like it is because we cant gain control of it. We lose control of our lives. It's like when you dont know how to swim, and someone throws you in the deep sea where your legs dont touch the sea bed. Dat's the kind of feeling of uncertainties we all face, in every part of our lives. Is it okay to feel a little uncertain at some point in our lives? Especially big decisions to make that will cause a big impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had a party sometime last weekend. It's a party farewell for us trainees. Of course, we organised it ourselves. Hahaha. It's like a get-together (as always). This is the crowd we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SLFjBtLA-6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zHNwueL4kaA/s1600-h/P8170964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SLFjBtLA-6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zHNwueL4kaA/s400/P8170964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238076722565413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SLFj7mc7ICI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PeRgJ9Tfl7k/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SLFj7mc7ICI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PeRgJ9Tfl7k/s400/DSC02439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238077717193891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual 'Sex and the City' Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's the end of the journey as a trainee. I think I'll somehow miss it. Miss being a bambino! Hahaha. If can, wanna be a bambi all my life. Lols. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wanna drink starbucks right now. I think I'm addicted ade. I just had Hazelnut Latte. Feel like having my fav. But need to try on others. :) Hahaha. I just tried on the mooncake that they came out with. Umm, I tried tiramisu and green tea flavour. I think I prefer green tea to tiramisu. But somehow I feel they are a tad too sweet. :P Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3007110991454063700?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3007110991454063700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3007110991454063700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3007110991454063700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3007110991454063700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncertainties-like-x-variables.html' title='Uncertainties. Like X variables.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SLFjBtLA-6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zHNwueL4kaA/s72-c/P8170964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-5744787799455628920</id><published>2008-08-23T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:19:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road stupidly taken.</title><content type='html'>I dont think I quite like the feeling I'm feeling right now. I feel uneasy about this. I feel like giving up. Dat's because I know that it'll exactly turn out this way. I've been there and done that. So, why am I so foolish to let this happen all over again? I'm seriously not sure about this. Not anymore. I dont believe in empty words anymore. Annoyance? Yes. Failure? Yes. Never there when you need them? Yes. I seriously need to sort out my life. Starting from my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sucky things aside. This coming week will be my last week as a prp officially. Yahoo! But I'm not really sure how long will they still keep us. The letters are not coming out just yet. So prolly we're gonna be on call again in september again. To think I was so happy to have this month as the last month on call. I do hope I get back JB. :) I'm afraid I'll miss my prp days with our usual friday night gathering. Our usual girls' night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Bambino! Hehe. It's a japanese show about italian cooking. Got really hungry looking at them cooking nice pasta dishes! Bambi really learnt alot in this show. Reminds me of us being trainees. Haha. I think for my profession I must learn to love others and feel compassion towards people that I'm dealing with everyday. Love must be selfless. If it's selfish, then it's not love anymore. Dat's pleasing your own emotions and not considering at all the feelings of others. And dat can be considered as very rude. How true. I seriously think so too. I dont like selfish people and then call dat love. It's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished watching bambino and a movie today. How much time do you think I spent watching them? I dont wanna know either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5744787799455628920?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5744787799455628920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5744787799455628920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5744787799455628920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5744787799455628920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-think-i-quite-like-feeling-im.html' title='The road stupidly taken.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-5535298856693629612</id><published>2008-08-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:12:28.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling stupid.</title><content type='html'>I feel so stupid right now... Oh yes, I do. Why is this happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dumb all these while. Oh yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think no one ever in this world is as dumb as me. Baka-neh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5535298856693629612?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5535298856693629612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5535298856693629612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5535298856693629612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5535298856693629612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-stupid.html' title='Feeling stupid.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-359791252454735474</id><published>2008-08-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:27:18.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's - Let Me Take You There.</title><content type='html'>I totally love this song! I love Plain White T's! :) I'm sure they felt like this before. Just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a place that we can go to&lt;br /&gt;A place where no one knows you&lt;br /&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;I know a place that we can run to&lt;br /&gt;And do those things we want to&lt;br /&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a place that we forgotten&lt;br /&gt;A place where we won't get caught in&lt;br /&gt;They won't know who we are (they won't know, won't know)&lt;br /&gt;I know a place where we can hide out&lt;br /&gt;And turn our hearts inside out&lt;br /&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;Take you there&lt;br /&gt;Take you there&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a place we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;And stay this young forever&lt;br /&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;Take you there&lt;br /&gt;Take you there&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get away to a better place&lt;br /&gt;If you let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;We can go there now cause every second counts&lt;br /&gt;Girl just let me take you there&lt;br /&gt;Take you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-359791252454735474?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/359791252454735474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=359791252454735474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/359791252454735474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/359791252454735474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/08/plain-white-ts-let-me-take-you-there.html' title='Plain White T&apos;s - Let Me Take You There.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4565161647843017546</id><published>2008-08-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:57:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think everything's okay...</title><content type='html'>And when you think everything's okay.. it's actually not, then what would you do? Actually, I'm not quite happy right now... I dont know why. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont go forcing ppl as well. Cos I'm not the forcing type. When a lid of the tupperware doesnt fit into the container, I normally dont close it. I'll try to find another tupperware that fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my church will be having an evangelistic dinner this saturday in Peking Restaurant. Those interested can contact me. Hehe. I still have a few tickets in hand. Please do let me knwo alright? If not the tickets will be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I'm still unhappy.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4565161647843017546?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4565161647843017546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4565161647843017546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4565161647843017546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4565161647843017546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-think-everythings-okay.html' title='When you think everything&apos;s okay...'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9182372425959979096</id><published>2008-07-27T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:19:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LV Vernis Bag!</title><content type='html'>I used to like these 2 designs ever since it came out. Hahaha. I'm following my sis' footsteps to post this online. Here are the pics.. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;Presenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIyPBjZPI6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsFOakH1Duw/s1600-h/roxb_roja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710524314035106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIyPBjZPI6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsFOakH1Duw/s400/roxb_roja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxbury Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIyPBxlu6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TxolwnuSvts/s1600-h/Sunset_Boulevard_pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710528124545842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIyPBxlu6zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TxolwnuSvts/s400/Sunset_Boulevard_pearl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me either one of these please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9182372425959979096?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9182372425959979096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9182372425959979096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9182372425959979096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9182372425959979096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/lv-vernis-bag.html' title='The LV Vernis Bag!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIyPBjZPI6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/GsFOakH1Duw/s72-c/roxb_roja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-6315359875173798112</id><published>2008-07-27T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:40:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wondered?</title><content type='html'>How does it feel when something's choking inside you and you just wanna let it all out at one go? Would it be possible to let it all out and not be judged by the people around you? Hehe. I seriously wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I have this thought of running away to some place where no one can find me or contact me. Then I'll be free from all the worries around me like work and socialites and just focus on spending my time with my inner thoughts. Some things are meant to be appreciated alone with somebody. I wanna spend time with my inner thoughts with a book, lying down on a comfy sofa in some breezy surroundings and also share my inner thoughts with the honoured one. :) How nice it would be if the world was carefree and stress-free. I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, another thing. Have you ever gotten something like similar exact things happen at the same time but at a different place and then later found out dat it happened at the same time? Not &lt;em&gt;de ja vu &lt;/em&gt;dat kind. It's like someone's doing the exact thing which you are doing at the same time and found out that it's really happening at the same time? Oh gosh. I dont know what I'm talking about anymore. Aiyah, you go figure lah if you cant get what I mean. Haha. It doesnt happen only once, but several times with the same person? It doesnt apply only to actions, but also the thoughts we are having. It's so uncanny! Hahaha. But it's uncanny-ly sweet. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. ever wonder what this is called? I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6315359875173798112?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6315359875173798112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6315359875173798112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6315359875173798112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6315359875173798112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-wondered.html' title='Ever wondered?'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8400358539414590451</id><published>2008-07-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:00:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos to share.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I know I'm kinda late on posting those photos dat happened last week when I was having a blast in KL. Hahaha. I'm seriously trying my best to update this blog. Lol. :) Anyways, here are the pics.. prolly you have seen some of it from another blog. Haha. But anyhoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPcZ6gUtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wlVnLKAXWmI/s1600-h/DSCN4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007298183910098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPcZ6gUtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wlVnLKAXWmI/s320/DSCN4237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Karaoke Kakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPcyWAbvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JBCHAGnYXSs/s1600-h/DSCN4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007304741711602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPcyWAbvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JBCHAGnYXSs/s320/DSCN4238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's us posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdOHIiEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vxaYRJAFCmQ/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007312195520578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdOHIiEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vxaYRJAFCmQ/s320/P1000450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing again. Haha. In the Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdeSXIBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vNrGnF-8Vzc/s1600-h/P1000491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007316537581586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdeSXIBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vNrGnF-8Vzc/s320/P1000491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardens so called 'Skybridge'. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdpSlvMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdrwzR-1il0/s1600-h/P1000444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007319491329218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPdpSlvMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tdrwzR-1il0/s320/P1000444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the Elite Gang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to upload other photos lah. Anyways, I just had KFC today. Gosh, I've been having KFC for yesterday's lunch and tonight's dinner. Haha. Wad's wrong with my hang out group? Why they so gila KFC? Hahahaha. I'm sick of fried chicken for now. I should opt for something healthier the next time I go out for dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seriously I dont know when I'll be going back to KL again. I've been busy sampat-ing with the rest and I dindt buy anything from KL despite the current mega sale. Should have bought something. Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy right now but I need to wait for my hair to dry up completely and also wait for my boi to come home. Heh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8400358539414590451?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8400358539414590451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8400358539414590451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8400358539414590451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8400358539414590451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos-to-share.html' title='Photos to share.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SIoPcZ6gUtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wlVnLKAXWmI/s72-c/DSCN4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-8928170751334196135</id><published>2008-07-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:14:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is short-lived.</title><content type='html'>I spent my weekend meeting up with my fellow ex-IMU mates in KL! It was totally fun and I had a great time catching up. The weekend passed by so quickly like a flash and before you knew it, it was time to head home. Reality is cruel. Haha. I dont feel like going back to work tomorrow. I wish I can have a sem break soon to sort out my personal stuffs. Haha. In case you were wondering what personal stuffs I'm talking about, it's trips, getaways, vacations and holidays! Yahoo! Hahaha. But I doubt I can have that one month off if I want. :( How nice if the system here is like the ang-mohs where they can take like 1 or 2 months off their work and just have a summer vacation. That's so refreshing. When going back to work, you'll feel more recharged to give your best in the work you do. Hahaha. I wonder if it really applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have my pictures in their camera, please send the photos to me through MSN? Pretty please, with the cherry on top? Hahaha. I really wanna have those photos as memories. :) Remember to send me k? It's a must ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8928170751334196135?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8928170751334196135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8928170751334196135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8928170751334196135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8928170751334196135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness-is-short-lived.html' title='Happiness is short-lived.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8470902535073784906</id><published>2008-07-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:29:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Puppies - All The Same</title><content type='html'>I don't mind where you come from&lt;br /&gt;As long as you come to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't like illusions I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Them clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care no I wouldn't dare&lt;br /&gt;To fix the twist in you&lt;br /&gt;You've shown me eventually&lt;br /&gt;What you'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours slide and days go by&lt;br /&gt;Till you decide to come&lt;br /&gt;And in between it always seems too long&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the skill, yeah I have the will&lt;br /&gt;To breathe you in while I can&lt;br /&gt;However long you stay&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Black or white&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;The compromise&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead say it you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;br /&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm still into this song although it's been a long time since I listened to it. Hehe. Sometimes I feel like my life is like the song. Perhaps that is why I like the song? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I ordered my new lappie ade. Hhehee. I cant wait for it to arrive! And as of my old lappie, I'll miss it. But I wont just discard it away. It has some sentimental values to me. Teehee. So instead of discarding it away, my daddy wants to take over my lappie. Which he cant wait to take over also. -.-"" So, all is good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ome more thing, my sis will be coming back this sun! Yahoo! Hhahahaa. Been very bored lah. Need someone to accompany to places to chill and hang out. :P And also someone to gossip with. Hahahaha. And I'll be going to KL for a few days! Yay! I wished I had more holidays after working. Some sort like a sem break or something. Hahaha. At least I have something to look forward to when working. But too bad, no more sem breaks for me. :( I wish I had. I really do and then pig out everyday! Heaven. Guess my luxurious student life is over for now. Hmmph. I still cant get over I aint a student anymore. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8470902535073784906?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8470902535073784906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8470902535073784906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8470902535073784906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8470902535073784906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-puppies-all-same.html' title='Sick Puppies - All The Same'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6541657211436672971</id><published>2008-07-09T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:19:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could fly.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that I'm quite a stupid person. I need more time to get things thru. And dat's a sin apparently to some people. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that life is always on the move. Hence, the only constant in life is changes. But I know God's love for me is constantly constant, yesterday, today and tomorrow. So it's okay if you dont love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that 24 hours a day is not enough. We should have at least 48 hours a day so that I can sleep all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that some people are the do-ers and some are leaders. But unfortunately, the 'some' that I know mostly want to be leaders. So who's going to follow and do? Obviously, is the do-ers like me. Where has all the other do-ers gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that time is not on our side. So, we must cherish whoever we have around us. And plus, I'm not ready to grow old. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I've got loads of work to do, but I dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I miss Glasgow alot when I talked to my colleague today that graduated from the UK. I miss the times I had in Glasgow and also Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I have to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6541657211436672971?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6541657211436672971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6541657211436672971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6541657211436672971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6541657211436672971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish-i-could-fly.html' title='I wish I could fly.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9096005384936746673</id><published>2008-07-03T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:04:33.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of hand.</title><content type='html'>Finally, I managed to get leave just for today. Yahooo! :) After working for 3 whole weeks, I seriously deserve some holiday. Teehee. I slept til 11.30am today and I feel recharged. But I've still got some work to clear. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the papers and I found out that Tesco extra in Plentong will be opening today! I read its the biggest hypermart in this country so far. Haha. It's another hypermart in JB! The place where I stay has plenty of hypermarts just within each other. Giant hypermart and this Tesco Extra is just next to each other, perhaps only 2km away from each other. And then we have Carrefour just 3km away from this Tesco Extra and then a Tesco next to Tebrau City coming up which is another 3km from Carrefour and 5 km from Tesco Plentong?! Aiyoh. Wad is this. This is 4 hypermarts in the vicinity of each other we're talking about. Whose going to shop? -_-* But hey, this new Tesco extra got the Big Apple Donuts shop. Hohohoho. I can get my doughnuts from there in the future. Woohoo. Next, we need a JCo Donuts also. Wahahaha. And not forgetting Ikea will be opening soon (I heard in year 2009/2010). And the best thing of all, it's near my house! Ahahahahah! Just 5 mins or max 10 mins to get to each of the places mentioned above. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mall will be opening soon in JB town on 31st August this year. I saw the banner hanging outside the mall. It used to be called 'Best World Plaza' but currently known now as 'Danga City Mall'. Not sure what kind of shops they will be having in there for me to shop. I hope the shops they will be having will be syiok syiok ones. Hehe. If not, it'll be another dying mall where the &lt;em&gt;pao taos&lt;/em&gt; go to. Hohoho. A new place to hang out to have dinners and gossips. Kakakka. New place to yumcha as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm kinda sick of this country. With all these that are happening. I just feel like running away. But where to? I'm stuck in this stupid place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9096005384936746673?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9096005384936746673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9096005384936746673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9096005384936746673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9096005384936746673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-out-of-hand_03.html' title='Getting out of hand.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-5826047346086785226</id><published>2008-06-29T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:02:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping craze.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. The sales are on again! Oh gosh. Time to burn another hole in the pocket. The sales are so irresistable. Hahaha. I bought quite some stuffs from MNG recently. Cos they are having sales. Dang. There goes my saving plans. Hahaha. I always have something to spend on. Gah. Well, that's what they call it.. retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, anyways, my sis once asked.. wad do I look for in a guy? Errr, I seriously dont know. Perhaps everything she's stated before in her blog? Hahaha. We're sisters after all mah. Taste kinda same. :P I definitely want a christian guy. Homely type. Loves God. Loves me. I love him. Gentleman type. (I had enough of bad boys.) Honest. (Cheating is a big NO-NO, of course. lols.) Caring. Loyal. (Kakakaka. I think every girl wants this type of guys. But the prob is would you meet one? Answer is no? Haha. Cos they are extinct ade.) Whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Still not much reco for the lappie leh. Wad's this. Comp ppl. Share with me some tip or two about the lappie leh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna go shopping and movies. But I guess I'll have to wait til next month. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5826047346086785226?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5826047346086785226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5826047346086785226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5826047346086785226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5826047346086785226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/shopping-craze.html' title='Shopping craze.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-987346733998470845</id><published>2008-06-28T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:13:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reco me for new lappie leh.</title><content type='html'>I've just watched Wanted and the show is quite sampat leh. Not really to my expectation of....action packed movie. Hehe. Abit tak logic also. Lols. What fraternity thing. I just dont geddit. Hahaha. And wad's with the binary code thingy in the cloth? -_-* And also if the cloth's binary code spells your name, you have to be killed. What nonsense is this. Anyone can just create dat stupid cloth dat spells your name and you'll be killed! Hahaha. I think I'll just give 3 popcorns out of 5 popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah. I'm thinking of a new lappie. But I too spoilt for choices. Any recommendations for all in one package as in like good specs and reasonable price? Hehehe. Reco me leh. I wanna buy one soon. My this lappie is toooooooooooo slow poke ade. Cant stand it liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. Dat's it for the update. Tomorrow still got work. Sienz. So tired. I wish I have even one day off to sleep the whole day. But I dont think I can have dat chance. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-987346733998470845?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/987346733998470845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=987346733998470845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/987346733998470845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/987346733998470845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/reco-me-for-new-lappie-leh.html' title='Reco me for new lappie leh.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7823606340296947247</id><published>2008-06-19T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:07:22.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippeee!</title><content type='html'>Today's my last day of night shift. Oh gosh, I'm so happieeeee. Hahaha. Night shift sucks man. Totally zombified in the morning. And then I sleep the whole day. But I tell you the feeling of sleeping in the day time and night time is totally different! The feeling of lethargy and lack of drive cannot be eradicated just by having a long sleep during the day. It just wouldnt disappear. So i'll still end up zombified the next day. Imagine having 7 topsy-turvy days straight, it just sucks. Anyway, tonight's my last night, so I wouldnt wanna rant on so much. Hmm, let's see what to fo during my 2 days break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep. (I'm totally deprived of that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch a movie. (Yeah, I totally need that. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping Spree. (Errr, I'll see about that. Got things to shop though. Teehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pig out in a restaurant. (Feel like doing that, but I'm so fat already. Gosh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Slobbing out at home, watch tv and snack on crisps and ice-cream. (OMG, dat's so fattening! What a blob.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, before I sign off, I bought a blouse last week. Teehee. Quite nice lah. Must save ade you know. Can't simply spend. Things are getting more and more expensive these days. Especially my red blob who likes to drink petrol oil. Nanti got IHD baru tau. Hahaha. Kiddin' lah. Getting lame here ade. Here's the pic of my blouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFljT_hI2RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iondL4ZMH8s/s1600-h/26B03SIVR_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213307238777149714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFljT_hI2RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iondL4ZMH8s/s400/26B03SIVR_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7823606340296947247?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7823606340296947247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7823606340296947247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7823606340296947247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7823606340296947247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/yippeee.html' title='Yippeee!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFljT_hI2RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iondL4ZMH8s/s72-c/26B03SIVR_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-8445946365701384332</id><published>2008-06-17T05:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:34:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Jeans?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. I was just thinking if I should get a skinny jeans. Hahaha. I dont know if I look fantastic in it or not. I havent got the guts to go try on the skinny jeans though. :P Maybe I should try on some new style to bring live to my wardrobe. I'm always into girly things so prolly it's time to step out and be the rocker chick? Hahaha. Just kiddin'. I find these nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjsSQ-LPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-JUSZrFvOY/s1600-h/02D03SBLC_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603968684698866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjsSQ-LPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-JUSZrFvOY/s400/02D03SBLC_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugged Skinny Jeans Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjtu_iCKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mK91-Hw5ZVk/s1600-h/13J39SBLK_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603993576048802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjtu_iCKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mK91-Hw5ZVk/s400/13J39SBLK_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry Top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjs941YrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-h2DeLK3kRY/s1600-h/02S04SIND_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603980394619570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjs941YrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-h2DeLK3kRY/s400/02S04SIND_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Skinny Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjtY0XcYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/00DI_e6_vm4/s1600-h/13H04TJDE_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212603987623637378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjtY0XcYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/00DI_e6_vm4/s400/13H04TJDE_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Turqoise Blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Hehehe. I should probably try these on some day soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8445946365701384332?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8445946365701384332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8445946365701384332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8445946365701384332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8445946365701384332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/skinny-jeans.html' title='Skinny Jeans?'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/SFbjsSQ-LPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-JUSZrFvOY/s72-c/02D03SBLC_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-7062496089595337204</id><published>2008-06-14T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:18:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powder Snow.</title><content type='html'>Ohh man. After one year plus, I'm still into this song and another theme song from 'One Litre of Tears' name 3/9. I got hooked to this song for quite some time now. It's sometimes still on the repeat mode on my ipod. :) I dont know, somehow the song touches me. I mean, I somehow feel that these 2 songs carry alot of meaning in them. Haha. Not like I know Japanese very well (the fact dat I'm Japanese illiterate), but the power of music and lyrics to be able to reach the heart. Haha. Chey-wah, trying to sound very poetic over here. Haha. Anyways, here's the lyrics of the song Konayuki which is also known as Powder Snow in English, which has been on my hit list. I wonder what powder snow means? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese (Romanized) Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki mau kisetsu wa itsumo sure chigai&lt;br /&gt;Hitogomi ni magirete mo onaji sora miteru no ni&lt;br /&gt;Kaze ni fukarete nita you ni kogoeru no ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boku wa kimi no subete nado shitte wa inai darou&lt;br /&gt;Soredemo ichi oku nin kara kimi wo mitsuketa yo&lt;br /&gt;Konkyo wa naikedo honki de omotterunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasaina ii aimo nakute&lt;br /&gt;Onaji jikan wo ikite nado ike nai&lt;br /&gt;Sunao ni nare nai nara&lt;br /&gt;Yorokobi mo kanashimi mo munashii dake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara&lt;br /&gt;Futari no kodoku wo wake au koto ga dekita no kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boku wa kimi no kokoro ni mimi wo oshi atete&lt;br /&gt;Sono koe no suru hou he sutto fukaku made&lt;br /&gt;Orite yukitai soko de mou ichi do aou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakari aitai nante&lt;br /&gt;Uwabe wo nadete itano wa boku no hou&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kajikanda te mo nigirishimeru&lt;br /&gt;Koto dakede tsunagatteta no ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki nee eien wo mae ni amari ni moroku&lt;br /&gt;Zara tsuku ASUFARUTO no ue shimi ni natte yuku yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki nee toki ni tayori naku kokoro wa yureru&lt;br /&gt;Soredemo boku wa kimi no koto mamori tsuduketai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara&lt;br /&gt;Futari no kodoku wo tsutsunde sora ni kaesu kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The English Translation of the song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the season when powder snow flutters&lt;br /&gt;We always pass each other&lt;br /&gt;Even if we slip into the crowds,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're looking at the same sky&lt;br /&gt;Blown by the wind, even though we get cold in the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't know everything about you&lt;br /&gt;even so, out of a hundred million people,&lt;br /&gt;I found you&lt;br /&gt;There's no basis for it, but I honestly think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even a trivial quarrel&lt;br /&gt;We have to be living during the same time&lt;br /&gt;If we can't be straightfoward&lt;br /&gt;Then joy and sadness are only in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powder snow, if it could color our hearts white&lt;br /&gt;Then would we have understood each other's loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed my ear against your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to go alight directly,&lt;br /&gt;Deeply toward the direction that voice is carrying&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet there once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to understand each other and such,&lt;br /&gt;The one stroking the surface was me&lt;br /&gt;Even just by grasping your hands which grew numb with cold&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were connected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powder snow, without reliance on time,&lt;br /&gt;My heart shakes&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I still want to keep protecting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powder snow,&lt;br /&gt;If it could color our hearts white&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping up our loneliness, we'll return it to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toldja the song has meaning. Hahaha. I can still remember the show! I was totally into the show that time! Asou-kun was such a nice and sweeeeeeet guy in the show! Hahaha. If only such guy exist. :) He's like the extinct species already. If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Translation courtesy of Wikipaedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7062496089595337204?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7062496089595337204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7062496089595337204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7062496089595337204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7062496089595337204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-39-by-remioromen.html' title='Powder Snow.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1475689076524959007</id><published>2008-06-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:07:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while now since I've blogged. Many things had happened in between of my life and also in my career. Well, mostly revolving around my life as a trainee. Anyways, I'm not going to talk about dat. Haha. It's the usual boring stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda at a crossroad in my life right now. There are loads of things to think about. I've recently met a friend whom I havent seen in years. We went out for a drink and chatted for about 3 hours at a nearby cafe. I must say it's a good catch-up time. But.. the memories we shared seemed vague. I dont know wad I'm ranting already. The question is, to come clean or not to. The wise choice would be not to as it would be a wise choice again. After all, it's been years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today something drastic happened in my department today. Haha. Someone knocked a bag of chemo onto the ground. My boss saw it and pointed it out to me. I didnt even realise. Haha. Oh well, I was kinda shocked so my reflex action was to open the bag and check if there were any broken vials. Needless to say, I wasnt wearing any gloves that time. Gah. I stretched my hand into the bag and checked if there were any broken vials unknowingly. To my horror, there was and I realized I wasnt wearing any gloves when touching them. Shoots. Haha. Yeah, I know. Shit happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still at the crossroad right now. Somewhere in my heart tells me to let it go. But a part of me tells me not to. How now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1475689076524959007?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1475689076524959007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1475689076524959007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1475689076524959007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1475689076524959007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-updates.html' title='Some updates?'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4310452698777809031</id><published>2007-10-23T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:35:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest after workin'.</title><content type='html'>Hie guys! Sorry I havent been updating this blog for lil' while. I havent really got the time to do so. :D After working for 7 days straight, finally I get my off day. Hahaha. Had been kinda looking forward to this rest day. I've got 3 rest days! Woohoo! Hahaha.. cos I just realised can ganti cuti for Hari Raya. :D So it's not too bad after all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4310452698777809031?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4310452698777809031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4310452698777809031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4310452698777809031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4310452698777809031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest-after-workin.html' title='Rest after workin&apos;.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7048515812081462493</id><published>2007-10-14T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:32:40.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out from the ward slavery.</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha.. I've finally finished my 6 whole weeks of ward duties. Well, I must say I have learnt quite a number of things from these experiences. Good and the bad. Well, to be honest, I dont mind working in the ward.. as long as those requirements are not there.. for eg. presentations, reports, clerking cases, fulfilling all these requirements lah. But then again, the constant upgrading of oneself.. I also dont like leh.. so how?? Hahaha.. fated not to be in ward for long lah. LOL. The ICU week was......... unpredictable. Well, the cases in ICU aremuch more complicated.. and much more things to look out for. And for ppl like me.. when the doctors ask me questions.. like which antibiotics to suggest.. I'm like..... errr............ let me check first.. LMAO. Will I ever be as geng as Mr. Tan.. who can just suggest the suitable antibiotics and the dosing as well? Perhaps I have to work as long as him first.. mebbe 5 years. HAHAHA. After all, I'm just a tiny PRP who hasnt had much experiences. Experiences are all we need. Anyways, the experience in ICU was an eye opener. It shows how fragile life can be.. and so many tubes being inserted.. sometimes you just feel like doing something for the patients.. but the prob is.. you cant do anything much about it. Except calculating the suitable doses for the patients and check if the medications are suitable. HAHA. And time in ICU was unbearable.. cos I cant talk to the patients.. they are all just lying there.. lifeless. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since after ward ade.. meaning my presentations finished presenting liao.. I finally got some time to hang out. Wahahaha. Went to play a lil' bowling and makan with some church friends. And for now.. at home resting. Tomorrow I've still gotta work. -_-* Alrighty, off to have a lil' nap for now. Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7048515812081462493?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7048515812081462493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7048515812081462493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7048515812081462493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7048515812081462493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/10/out-from-ward-slavery.html' title='Out from the ward slavery.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4615499459727181490</id><published>2007-10-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:56:03.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><content type='html'>I can slowly start saying hello to the world again! Hahaha. Cos I dont have to study no more. Bwahahahhahahah. Nah, I'm kiddin'. Still have to hit those books/sites to update on the ever changing medical world.. but not so often now since I have ended my ward session yet another week. I have one more week to go.. which is hitting the ICU ward. The cases there are much more complicated and require more observations and alertness. Ohh well, sometimes I do question myself why did I ever choose this course which needs constant updates and reading up... Attending seminars, talks and updating lectures konon CPD (continuous professional development).. reading protocols, guidelines and conducting a freaking study(?!) during my prp year... Why? I dont know myself either. Haha. I've lost track with the first goal I started with. Perhaps I'm growing old. LOL. I have to hit the bed before it turns 12am nowadays even if there's no work the next day. To think I used to stay up 4-5am in the morning.. I guess not anymore. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been moody this whole week.. perhaps due to an incident I dont wish to mention here. Maybe not also lah. But somehow I'll miss working in the ward.. talking to the patients and hanging out with the HOs. LOL. But somehow I dont really like the clinical base because of the constant updating you need and you seriously need to work like a dog to get those info into the thick skull. And I definitely wouldnt miss clerking case! Haha. Goodbye to tedious 90 cases clerking. ( Although I havent reached my target yet!) Dat will be rectified soon. LOL. Next, I'm gonna move on to ward supply after my ward session. Hopefully it's a better place. Haha. But somehow, I think being a prp.. life isn't all dat much better in any department. All eyes on you, ya know.. whether you're doing your work. Ohh well, dat's the life of a trainee for you. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a date with my mum tomorrow. I havent been a proper human being for quite sometime now. As I've said.. I've only got time to sleep, read, eat, work and poo poo. Nothing else. But tomorrow.. God willing, I'll be able to go shopping and eating spree with my mum. Yahoooooo! Hahahhahaa.. time to relax a lil' and put things aside. You can never finish your work at work.. why not just enjoy? Muahahhaa. Wrong teaching here. Dont follow me, people. Anyways, anyone got any songs to recommend? I'm getting very bored with the collection I have and I need some updates with the world. :D Btw, I have gotten my new car! I have driven it for 2 weeks now? I think.. hehehe.. not bad lah. I like my new car. Cute lil' red car. Muahahaha.. like TYM's car leh. Hhaahahahahhahahaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4615499459727181490?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4615499459727181490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4615499459727181490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4615499459727181490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4615499459727181490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-world.html' title='Hello world!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-5713424502352566694</id><published>2007-08-29T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:14:01.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I've learnt to drive the past one week. Hahaha. I actually got a licanse long time ago, but I didnt dare to drive. Zooming cars, lorries and irritating motorcyclist just scare the hell outta me last time. But not anymore. Hohohoho. Ahahaha. Hana hana, I took a refresher's course to drive again. So, I can officially drive now and finally plucked up the courage to drive all over JB under my instructor's nose. Man, the taxi drivers and lorries are the big bullies on the road. Hahaha. And the amount of cars on the road are..... uncountable. I hate jams. My legs will get numb after a jam-filled ride. And you've gotta look out for irritating motorcyclist popping out of nowhere. Anyways, I really hope to drive safely and not cause anyone's life. Brrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, working life's gonna start soon. Prolly I'll get emo all over again. My emotions now are mixed. Worried, scared and excited. Ironic isn't it? Scared that I might be questioned by the pharmacists and I dont know how to answer them. Worried how the whole thing might turn out to be.. and excited, cause I'm gonna start working. Muahahaha. Get sucked into the working world and this means dat.. I'm OLD. Dang! Dat's wad everyone has been teasing me about these days. Yayayayaya.. I'm OLD ade, satisfied? Hehehehe. At least I'm earning now. Show me the money! Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much these days. Has been busy running around getting those documents ready. It's such a hassle, cos they dont tell you wad they want. They will only inform you to keep getting those certified salinans out of nowhere and you would have to get them ready all over again. Why dont they just tell us how many copies they need one shot? I guess dat's just how things work here. Like it or not, you would have to LOVE IT. So, try to LOVE it with all your heart okay, people? Muahahaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-5713424502352566694?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/5713424502352566694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=5713424502352566694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5713424502352566694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/5713424502352566694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8622910968924719830</id><published>2007-08-28T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:22:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping spree!</title><content type='html'>Hehehe. I'm back once again. Sorry for not updatin' due to pure laziness. Ya know, the connection here sucks to the max. Even though I'm online almost 24/7, the connection here is used for MSN chatting, mostly. Dat's the only fast moving thing online. Hahaha. And another 'in' thing now is, playing fluff(animals) in facebook. Hehehe. It's pretty addictive if you ask me. Hahaha. Betting and feeding your cute lil' pet just feels like you're in control and havin' fun. Okay, I'm kinda off topic here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, malau was here with me for a week, and we went to.. as usual, boring old S'pore. Hahaha. Damn, just missed the great s'pore sale. I'm not back yet dat time anyways. But I love shopping in Orchard. Hahaha. The things there are... so nice. LOL. Okay lah, KL still rocks nonetheless if you ask me. Muahaha. Well, we went to visit our good ol fren, Wanxia. Love her to bits man. She treated us makan at Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao Restaurant to taste the xiao long bao. Hahaha. It really rocks man. And she even treated us desserts there. How nice of her. Feel abit paiseh, she provided roof over our heads during our stay there.. and she still treat us makan. Muahahaha. In return, we treated her the famous Crystal Jade durian puff lah. Ahahaha. Sorry guys, no photos of the xiao long bao. We reliased we didnt take any photos of it.. haha. Too excited to pop the xiao long baos into our mouths. Delicious neh! Any takers who wanna go with me again to eat the xiao long baos? Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I did quite alot of shopping there. Gawd, I cant even belive myself for spending too much. Hehe. I love Wisma Atria. I never fail to visit this shopping mall whenever I'm in Orchard. Got cheap stuffs there leh. apparently still got sale when we got there at G2000. All trousers at SGD19 and skirts at SGD23! And it fitted me perfectly. Hahahaha. And it's working material too! Hahahah. Only in G2000 Wisma Atria. No wonder it's my second home. Muahahahaha. I bought a skirt and a working pants there. And I bought a cute top jacket from Forever 21. Love it also. muaahhaaha. And then hopping next to Charles and Keith, they have 30% sale on certain heels and shoes. I bought a pair of heels and it's heavenly. Only for special occasion. Muahahahahah. Super high heels. Made me like a giant lah. Too tall, not nice lah. After all, I had been on flats for the past one year. Damn. Pretty hard to adjust back to heels again. LOL. To think I used to run in heels. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Vivo City.. located at the heart of Harbour Front. It's linked to Harbour front city mall. Vivo city is the new shopping mall.. which is something like 1 Utama. But slightly smaller I guess. I bought a nice handbag there! Muahaahahaha.. Love it also. If tak love it, how la I will buy kan? Haha.. And Wanxia told us there's this doughnuts store there very famous one. So, as usual, we love to try new stuffs. Malau and me headed to the store and hunt for the doughnuts. And we bought 6 doughnuts. We gorged ourselves with 3 doughnuts each in 15 minutes. OMG. Talk about fullness. Anyways, we concluded dat krispy kreme was nicer than that doughnut store. But it's still nice after all.. Soft, fluffy and... not too sweet. Just right for the sweet-toothed people. Later, we realised there's another doughnuts store at the LG of Raffles City which is more famous than the previous store we went. There was a super long queue going on for mebbe 5-6 stores. Hahaha. We got lazy and didnt want to queue. We thought we could go grab something else to eat first and then come back to wait for the queue to die down. But alas, when we went back to the doughnuts store again, the doughnuts were all GONE. The workers there were preparing to close the shutters. OH MAN. Prolly next time. Hehehe. Dat's vivo city and Raffles city for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was like a retail therapy thing. Shop and eat, shop and eat. Hahahahaha. Where else we went ah? Walk til wanna patah kaki also. Hahahaha. Whole of Orchard enough to walk ade. Oh yeah, we went to gorge ourselves again on the last day before leaving Spore. We went for sushi buffet at Cineplex Leisure. The sushi was.. okay. But according to Wanxia, it tasted nicer than Sushi King.. which is true lah. Hahaha. We ordered all the tempura stuffs and gorged ourselves with all the sushis. The buffet also includes free flowing juice. Hohohohohoho. After my cirit birit, it's time to binge leh. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malau stayed over in my house for another few days. We went Tebrau City to watch movies, eat and continue to shop. OMG. I just cant stop shopping. Mebbe next time cant shop anymore liao kua. Muahahahaa. I think I've watched all the movies in cinema ade gua. Sigh. Mebbe next time I'll go watch movies alone. No one in JB to pui me go watch movies. How sad is this. Sigh. Hahaha. So, better enjoy kao kao now first. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Suntec City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOIO1VSpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VA303l5w-wU/s1600-h/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103649443556969106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOIO1VSpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VA303l5w-wU/s400/IMG_4179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanxia and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOIu1VSqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pbQ1AU-RY5I/s1600-h/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103649452146903714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOIu1VSqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pbQ1AU-RY5I/s400/IMG_4176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanxia and Malau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOK-1VSrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2PJhO2oYac8/s1600-h/IMG_4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103649490801609394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOK-1VSrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2PJhO2oYac8/s400/IMG_4180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One side of Suntec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the doughnuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPH-1VSsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Qb3zcxT3kI4/s1600-h/IMG_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103650538773629634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPH-1VSsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Qb3zcxT3kI4/s400/IMG_4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box of the doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPIe1VStI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QPEVVVNyq18/s1600-h/IMG_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103650547363564242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPIe1VStI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QPEVVVNyq18/s400/IMG_4137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doughnuts we had. 2 doughnuts in our stomach ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPJ-1VSuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/p6NtAoY0EZw/s1600-h/IMG_4148.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103650573133368034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPPJ-1VSuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/p6NtAoY0EZw/s400/IMG_4148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolatey yummy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRSO1VSvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nRM7jXHu6po/s1600-h/IMG_4160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103652913890544370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRSO1VSvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nRM7jXHu6po/s400/IMG_4160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to feed the camera. -_-'''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRS-1VSwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4FgN98QSle4/s1600-h/IMG_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103652926775446274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRS-1VSwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4FgN98QSle4/s400/IMG_4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She prefers wisma atria too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRTe1VSxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7CNlacRZbEE/s1600-h/IMG_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103652935365380882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPRTe1VSxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7CNlacRZbEE/s400/IMG_4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dat's me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSvu1VS0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/U7VqLtPV-Xo/s1600-h/IMG_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103654520208313154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSvu1VS0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/U7VqLtPV-Xo/s400/IMG_4189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The famous Orchard alley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSuu1VSyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WZTtahRyuSs/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103654503028443938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSuu1VSyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WZTtahRyuSs/s400/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles Place. Dont get mixed up with Raffles City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSvO1VSzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H5KHE1PdFEk/s1600-h/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103654511618378546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPSvO1VSzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/H5KHE1PdFEk/s400/IMG_4170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another side of Raffles Place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time for... SUSHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUFO1VS1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tx_1vGpzD0Q/s1600-h/IMG_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103655989087128402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUFO1VS1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tx_1vGpzD0Q/s400/IMG_4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sushis on the conveyer belt. Hehehe. Eat all you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUFe1VS2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WtBOUxJUTJs/s1600-h/IMG_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103655993382095714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUFe1VS2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WtBOUxJUTJs/s400/IMG_4196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUF-1VS3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31iVd1VWvj4/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103656001972030322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUF-1VS3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31iVd1VWvj4/s400/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scallops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUGe1VS4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/76rWd6f8Ksg/s1600-h/IMG_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103656010561964930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUGe1VS4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/76rWd6f8Ksg/s400/IMG_4202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italian style scallops. I dont know wad it's doing here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUG-1VS5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/icXYMhA6UuU/s1600-h/IMG_4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103656019151899538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPUG-1VS5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/icXYMhA6UuU/s400/IMG_4203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Octopus tempura... my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV3u1VS6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/5UJzE9_q-t0/s1600-h/IMG_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103657956182150050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV3u1VS6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/5UJzE9_q-t0/s400/IMG_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prawn tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV4O1VS7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qCZlyPQDhkg/s1600-h/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103657964772084658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV4O1VS7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/qCZlyPQDhkg/s400/IMG_4205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy malau..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV4u1VS8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/rpzdGju317I/s1600-h/IMG_4206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103657973362019266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV4u1VS8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/rpzdGju317I/s400/IMG_4206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV5O1VS9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2oAf3VRB7qY/s1600-h/IMG_4207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103657981951953874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV5O1VS9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2oAf3VRB7qY/s400/IMG_4207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft shell crab tempura. Sorry guys, we were too excited.. we took this pic when we finished almost everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103657986246921186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPV5e1VS-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XTOvC5-2sSc/s400/IMG_4211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fav also.. the special lobster salmon sushi. Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXIO1VS_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MseyFn_qP50/s1600-h/IMG_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103659339161619442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXIO1VS_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MseyFn_qP50/s400/IMG_4212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby octopus. Malau's fav!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXIe1VTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F4Eb-62_MFw/s1600-h/IMG_4214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103659343456586754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXIe1VTAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/F4Eb-62_MFw/s400/IMG_4214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malau and her happy face. Beh tahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXI-1VTBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IrB1eSrM50k/s1600-h/IMG_4216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103659352046521362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXI-1VTBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IrB1eSrM50k/s400/IMG_4216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some famous hong kong char siew bun. They call is bo lok bao.. Actually I also dunno how to pronounce it. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back yo Tebrau City.. We went to feast in Secret Recipe.. We ordered our set meals. Consisted of soup, main course and a drink. Add another rm 2.50 to have a brownie of your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXJO1VTCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/M4AaB0zykUA/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103659356341488674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXJO1VTCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/M4AaB0zykUA/s400/IMG_4220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malau's share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXJe1VTDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-CeH5vNWqNs/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103659360636455986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPXJe1VTDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-CeH5vNWqNs/s400/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My share..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMO1VTEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xjT3p_8NIgA/s1600-h/IMG_4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103660507392724034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMO1VTEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xjT3p_8NIgA/s400/IMG_4227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My set..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMe1VTFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0FHOpNgi_hU/s1600-h/IMG_4225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103660511687691346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMe1VTFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0FHOpNgi_hU/s400/IMG_4225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking contented with her share..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMu1VTGI/AAAAAAAAAII/fBgxbLHLZKc/s1600-h/IMG_4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103660515982658658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPYMu1VTGI/AAAAAAAAAII/fBgxbLHLZKc/s400/IMG_4235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;em&gt;ur brownie.. American brownie.. actually my personal fav. Cos got alot of choco. Hahahaha. Too bad no ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this.. I was so full, I could hardly walk. Man.. cos before dat I got snack also. Hahaha. Gain weight to the max now. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dat's all for now. Just for updates, I got Johor for my posting. Hopefully I'll get JB for the hospital, or else I can die weh. Hahahaha. So do pray for me okay? i'm nearly there.. but not there yet. Hahaha. All the best to the others who has yet to get their postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8622910968924719830?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8622910968924719830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8622910968924719830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8622910968924719830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8622910968924719830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping spree!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RtPOIO1VSpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VA303l5w-wU/s72-c/IMG_4179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-6832231523756485470</id><published>2007-08-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:18:31.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well.</title><content type='html'>Hello there. It's been quite some time now since I've last updated. For those who are still blur, yours truly, after coming back about a couple of days later from the UK have had food poisoning. Hahaha. Yeap. And this food poisoning is so formidable dat it lasted more than a week! Imagine I've got it like on saturday.. and til today I'm still recovering. Today's 'shit' (to be crude, hahaha), if you dont mind, was recovering from the 'watery stage'. Lol. Oh well, you must be wondering wad I ate. I dont know either. It should be my sis' cooking. Yah. Ramlee burger stall wannabe. She apparently cooked a sausage covered with an egg and after I ate it.. this is wad I've become. Hahahaha. Must be............. Nyehheheheheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be going up to KL this weekend again. To settle some stuffs and also to attend another set of convocation. Hahaha. So many convo session eh? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm whiling away my time now... nothing better to do. Better rot now.. or else, I want to rot next time also no chance ade. Hahahahaha. And I've watched Rush Hour 3 and The Simpsons. I love the shows! Damn funny. I havent got a good laugh since a long time ago. Hehehe. So, recommended neh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6832231523756485470?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6832231523756485470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6832231523756485470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6832231523756485470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6832231523756485470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-is-well.html' title='All is well.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7999433259432678809</id><published>2007-08-03T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:22:57.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada!</title><content type='html'>I wonder why can't we stay static in a timeline so dat we can stay dat way forever? Why is time constantly moving? Something is bothering me.. okay.. mebbe alot of things right now. Ya know, as much as I wanna be independent...sometimes my parents just couldn't let go. I dont like changes. I dont like changes at all. But I love chnages for the better. But how would you know it's for the better if you don't change in the first place? Geddit? Sigh. Ohh man. I hate this. I wanna be static. I wanna be soaked in dat timeline forever. I dont wanna move on. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm officially back home! Hehe. Just got back a couple of days ago.. excited a few days ago.. but not now when so many things are bothering me right now. Gosh. Dat's why I thought, staying as kids are the best. You dont have to worry about anything. And just play along. Sigh, how nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7999433259432678809?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7999433259432678809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7999433259432678809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7999433259432678809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7999433259432678809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/08/tada.html' title='Tada!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1043878142448046072</id><published>2007-07-23T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:43:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness.</title><content type='html'>This post is soooo random......... So, I'll not answer any questions.. or allowing any comments. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choke... like something's in your throat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suffocating... like someone is pressing your nose with a pillow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insensitive... like a faulty sensor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weak Bonding... like Van der Waals' bonds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if life can be lived like a fairy-tale. A bed of roses. But I guess not. It has to have thorns. LOL. Dat's why roses have thorns. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say.. &lt;em&gt;'Life is like a box of chocolates'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are sweet stuffs wad. Prolly dark chocolates they are talking about.. like a bitter sweet experience. D-U-H. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. this is so random. You dont get it.. it's totally understandable. So dont get it then. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1043878142448046072?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1043878142448046072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1043878142448046072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-4802453047202737615</id><published>2007-07-17T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:09:09.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid and Lisbon.</title><content type='html'>As you know, Madrid was like super hot. Hahaha. Prolly I've been staying in the UK for quite long now I found Madrid and Lisbon hot. The temperature was somehow like Malaysia's. Heh. Anyways, malau and me couldnt really take the heat and we were always grumpy and overheated. Here are some pics to show how Madrid looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rpv8JQcjdeI/AAAAAAAAACY/QhwZTfFZIns/s1600-h/Hottie+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087937440008861154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rpv8JQcjdeI/AAAAAAAAACY/QhwZTfFZIns/s400/Hottie+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WoAcjdjI/AAAAAAAAADA/t5SwehJmpuw/s1600-h/Hottie+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088318399313049138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WoAcjdjI/AAAAAAAAADA/t5SwehJmpuw/s400/Hottie+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retiro Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WogcjdkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q7wp0GObSPs/s1600-h/Hottie+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088318407902983746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WogcjdkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q7wp0GObSPs/s400/Hottie+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torres Kio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WpAcjdlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OGcusHCieRI/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088318416492918354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WpAcjdlI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OGcusHCieRI/s400/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modern Art Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WpgcjdmI/AAAAAAAAADY/7KE_B5UPKuQ/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088318425082852962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1WpgcjdmI/AAAAAAAAADY/7KE_B5UPKuQ/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Museo Del Prado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Madrid, we continued to Lisbon.. In Lisbon, the sun was up strongly and the wind was just....indescribable. Just check out malau's hair.. ahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1mhwcjduI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VyF0lj_5dDc/s1600-h/Hottie+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088335884124911330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1mhwcjduI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VyF0lj_5dDc/s400/Hottie+379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So in order.. LOL..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XqQcjdnI/AAAAAAAAADg/wPFllfuJpXs/s1600-h/Hottie+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319537479382642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XqQcjdnI/AAAAAAAAADg/wPFllfuJpXs/s400/Hottie+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praca de Commercio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XqwcjdoI/AAAAAAAAADo/GE5G-Ssm-B4/s1600-h/Hottie+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319546069317250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XqwcjdoI/AAAAAAAAADo/GE5G-Ssm-B4/s400/Hottie+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cathedral looked like Notre Dame in Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrQcjdpI/AAAAAAAAADw/dW168vWrfn4/s1600-h/Hottie+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319554659251858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrQcjdpI/AAAAAAAAADw/dW168vWrfn4/s400/Hottie+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisbon City from top with San Francisco-like bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrgcjdqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QFmH0khSD2k/s1600-h/Hottie+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319558954219170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrgcjdqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QFmH0khSD2k/s400/Hottie+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belem Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrwcjdrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aQ2mPRhNZcs/s1600-h/Hottie+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319563249186482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1XrwcjdrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aQ2mPRhNZcs/s400/Hottie+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vasco da Gama Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1YIAcjdsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CYoDpCPqfyc/s1600-h/Hottie+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088320048580490946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1YIAcjdsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CYoDpCPqfyc/s400/Hottie+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belem City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1YIQcjdtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WDl4SLj0h5c/s1600-h/Hottie+480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088320052875458258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rp1YIQcjdtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WDl4SLj0h5c/s400/Hottie+480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the many traditional portugese food - Acorda de Camarao a Balcao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like mash potato.. mebbe like fish paste. I dont know how to describe it.. but.. it tasted familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I guess dat's all for now.. I seriously lazy to upload more pics lah.. if you are interested, just check out my yahoo site. :D Hehehe.. Tata for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4802453047202737615?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4802453047202737615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4802453047202737615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4802453047202737615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4802453047202737615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/madrid-and-lisbon.html' title='Madrid and Lisbon.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rpv8JQcjdeI/AAAAAAAAACY/QhwZTfFZIns/s72-c/Hottie+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-7599814827090734001</id><published>2007-07-15T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:23:45.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Madrid First.</title><content type='html'>As you hungry peeps are awaiting for the videos.. here's one of the cultural festivals dat we went to.. none other than bullfighting itself in the heart of Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: The videos posted may contain violence and cruelty. Please watch it at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, without further mumblings.. let's get to the point. We reached the ring at about 20 minutes before the thing starts. The first video presents the opening procession.. with bull fighters, horses and bull-provokers. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7yZ6ibh--A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7yZ6ibh--A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the opening procession, a fresh, energetic bull runs into the ring. After which, a bullfighter on a blind-folded horse will be released into the ring. And this is wad happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Note: Please ignore my ramblings during the video shoot. Hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HKBgedQRNQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HKBgedQRNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will then continue to provoke and tease the bull. I must say.. the bull is very pitiful. LOL. Everytime kena provoke by them.. and the bull stupidly accepts their teasings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZuAZ3UC6fc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZuAZ3UC6fc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the cruelty continues.. With the bull fighter piercing a long sword into the bull. Yucks. And the spanish spectators will hail 'Ole, Ole, Ole' Hahaha.. anyone knows wad that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4CzTSkb1DQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4CzTSkb1DQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will then end with a procession like this below. The bull will be defeated in the end where the horses will be out to drag the dead bull. This is the time where the bull fighter will have his glory.. waving to the spectators who were watching.. and the spectators will raise their white flags as a sign of the defeated bull. The white flags can be a tissue or some cloth.. as long as it is white in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mmDIwRR2Ps"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mmDIwRR2Ps" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cycle of bullfighting is completed.. I wonder how many bulls were killed that night. Cos malau and me were there only half way of the show.. we left the show early cos it was kinda boring. We've watched like 5 completed cycles.. and it still have not ended, and it was running kinda late already. So we opted to go back before it actually ends. So, I'm not shure if they have a closing ceremony. Hehe. Anyways, the video below is a special edition video. It's called the bulls' dance. LOL. I made it up myself.. anyways, just watch it.. it's out from the normal 'procedure'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPe_UB_IKc8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPe_UB_IKc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think dat's all for now. I might be posting up some photos of the trip. Just pop back in when you're free.. Mebbe I'm not dat hardworking to post it up so soon. LOL. Just wait okie? Tata for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7599814827090734001?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7599814827090734001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7599814827090734001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7599814827090734001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7599814827090734001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-madrid-first.html' title='Of Madrid First.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6816138641901474104</id><published>2007-07-14T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:28:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from a break..</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps once again. Sorry for the absence. Hehehe. I'll be updating soon on my last trip. If you guys are interested.. just pop back in again. Cos I've not uploaded the pics into the computer yet. Well, Madrid and Lisbon has been very very hot. I think it's even hotter than Italy? It's about 30-32 degrees. Gosh, I'm not shure. I just know it's superbly warm especially from 2pm onwards. Try walking in this heat for 5-6 hours.. you'll definitely cry for shelter or some place cooler. But anyways, I'll let you guys see the pics soon okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, I've been thinking.. that sometimes.. I feel alone in this world. I mean, besides my family and my bestie.. who will always be there for me.. I dont think I have anyone else I can rely on... to count on for favours once in a while. It's not that I fancy favours.. it's just that when in times of need. Haha.. urm, prolly some stuffs happened and triggered this thought. It's like when in times of need, no one seems to be there for you.. even a lil' kind gesture will go a long long way.. Like sometimes your friends.. you wont know if they are true friends until something happens. Okay, mebbe not. I'm kinda like going off topic here. Anyways, lucky enough, someone who is really kind, offered us some hospitality which came to our rescue. Someone was there after all. Hahaha. Geez, wad am I talking about? But it's true isnt it? I'll rather be surrounded by 3-4 very good pals that I can rely on.. rather than having 100 friends who are just carrying the label 'friends'. Okay, I'm emo-ing here again. But then again, if you're my friend.. you can always rely on me.. cos I'm reliable. LOL. Yeah, you can count on me. Perhaps dat's wad my nature is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6816138641901474104?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6816138641901474104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6816138641901474104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6816138641901474104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6816138641901474104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-from-break.html' title='I&apos;m back from a break..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9197502182793670679</id><published>2007-07-06T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:21:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.</title><content type='html'>In another month or two.. I'll be sucked into the working world soon., which is another phase of life. No more studying for me. Boohoo. Not dat I wanna continue my studies further. Hahhaa. Thanks, but no thanks. But being working, ya know.. it's forever for now. Until you're old. You get wad I mean. Slog for life.. unless you strike lottery at some point of your life.. or your dad opens the Hilton hotel or something. I mean, when you're working.. means you're old ade. LOL. Well, at least dat's how I view it. If you're still a student.. you can still make a couple of mistakes.. and people will guide you to the correct way.. but when you're working, things I guess will be somehow different. It seems to me that you're on your own kind of thing meaning, alone. Sigh. I dont know wad I'm talking about ade. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused on where to work. One side of me wants KL KL KL KL.. argh.. but another side of me calls for JB JB JB JB. Man, this is vexing. Mind boggling. If I work in KL, I wont get rich-er fast.. as you know.. the living cost is high and bla bla bla.. all the money you earned goes to paying off bills and this and dat.. But in JB.. I'll get richer faster. Muahahaha. Cos I'll be able to stay and eat at home.. and more pocket money...Tough decision. Well, I guess I'll just leave it for God to decide for me. Like as if I'll get the choice I want. LOL. Dont ever let me be sent to Kelantan or terengganu. LOL. I'll die there.. I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, I guess I wont be blogging for a while again.. I'll be off for a week or so. I'll be back soon I hope. With all the terrorist attacks here and there.. One can never be shure of safety. We can only hope for the best. :D So, see ya guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9197502182793670679?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9197502182793670679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9197502182793670679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9197502182793670679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9197502182793670679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/work.html' title='Work.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4702422026469617676</id><published>2007-07-04T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:55:37.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Malaysia is not a very safe country anymore. Especially coming from the heart of Johor Bahru.. I seriously have fears of going home. After all, I'm being sheltered here in Glasgow for more than a year now.. surrounded by excellent police and CCTVs everywhere in the city.. you hardly feel unsafe. Now after hearing the awful news almost everyday.. I just feel scared going to my home country... or rather.. city. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then.. I hear robbery just outside my house street, my neighbourhood and also everywhere in the city.. and it seems like no one is doing anything about it. Not even the police. My mum told me that they have recently sent down more police to the city of JB... but, I think the people have their doubts on whether the police is doing their job. The robbers are pretty daring nowadays.. carrying parang or wadever sharp objects aiming towards you.. sitting on a motorcycle. I was also told that no one dared to go out at night.. as you might just be the next victim. You will be asking.. wad is the police force doing? Well, I wanna ask the same question too! Can anyone tell me wad on earth is the police in JB doing? It's getting so out of hand that even driving your car out of your house compound can induce fear.. cos anyone can come charging behind you with a parang and exthort money from you.. or rather.. if you're a woman/girl/lady.. you know wad's on their dirty minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like when I head back.. I need to learn how to stay alert all the time.. after taking a break for a year now.. Hahaha. I used to be suspicious of everything.. now it's the time to get back the alertness again. Hehehe. Looks like JB isnt lovely anymore. Sigh.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4702422026469617676?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4702422026469617676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4702422026469617676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4702422026469617676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4702422026469617676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8487187819772709461</id><published>2007-07-02T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:08:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farewell Party held by the International Students Fellowship.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a wonderful time in my cg. I had loads of delicious food prepared mainly by mama pat and also the rest.. I had a nice time and took some photos. Here are some photos for you guys to savour. Hehehe. I will definitely miss this bunch of people very much. Before we parted, they gave us a bag of souvenirs each.. representing Scotland's culture. :D I'm very touched. Plus, they had our graduation photo framed up in a photo frame for us. How sweet. And we got to choose a souvenir each from South Africa. How nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the photos I was saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-CuVMgqI/AAAAAAAAABI/HRDaPJl5qZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-CuVMgqI/AAAAAAAAABI/HRDaPJl5qZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-C-VMgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ak2VItjQg-8/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082380400300163762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-C-VMgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ak2VItjQg-8/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The food.. mostly african food, mixed with different other culture food. Got thai curry too! Yummy. :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog_PeVMgvI/AAAAAAAAABw/ouC9KeLHlsA/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082381714560156402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog_PeVMgvI/AAAAAAAAABw/ouC9KeLHlsA/s400/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More caption of the food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-DeVMgsI/AAAAAAAAABY/2wXcZwBwCy0/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082380408890098370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-DeVMgsI/AAAAAAAAABY/2wXcZwBwCy0/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zinto, Me and Xiaovin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-DuVMgtI/AAAAAAAAABg/9YOMNV6SX20/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082380413185065682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-DuVMgtI/AAAAAAAAABg/9YOMNV6SX20/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama Pat, Austyn and Jamie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-EOVMguI/AAAAAAAAABo/4yUc4tWswz0/s1600-h/IMG_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082380421775000290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-EOVMguI/AAAAAAAAABo/4yUc4tWswz0/s400/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dat's mama pat and us with Francis and Theresa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog_6uVMgwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YBckBwu3qvA/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082382457589498626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog_6uVMgwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YBckBwu3qvA/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austyn and me.. I seriously dont know wad he's up to. LOL. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohAceVMgxI/AAAAAAAAACA/fh840kvycRk/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082383037410083602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohAceVMgxI/AAAAAAAAACA/fh840kvycRk/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamie and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohAz-VMgyI/AAAAAAAAACI/FlYKkV5AzhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082383441137009442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohAz-VMgyI/AAAAAAAAACI/FlYKkV5AzhQ/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Maureen and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohA0OVMgzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KoSz3ZX7Nc/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082383445431976754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RohA0OVMgzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-KoSz3ZX7Nc/s400/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LaiYee and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I guess that's all for now. Lazy wanna upload more pics lah. Can someone tell me how to upload in an easier mode? Grrrr. LOL. But all in all, I had fun and we all had a good time. :) Thanks guys for making this for us. Really appreciate it alot. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8487187819772709461?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8487187819772709461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8487187819772709461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8487187819772709461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8487187819772709461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewell-party-held-by-international.html' title='A Farewell Party held by the International Students Fellowship.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/Rog-C-VMgrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ak2VItjQg-8/s72-c/IMG_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-3481048163811212249</id><published>2007-06-29T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:45:53.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back yo.</title><content type='html'>Sorry peeps for my long absence. Hahhaa. But I guess no one missed me anyway. Heh, anyways, I just got back from my trip. Well, not quite recently.. prolly about 2 nearly a week ago that I'm back in Glasgow now. Had a graduation ceremony here but sad to say my parents weren't here to attend. Seeing others' parents coming all the way here. LOL. I'm just kiddin'. Nevertheless, there's still another graduation ceremony back in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was good.. but also tiring. And also it was hot. Unlike Glasgow, cool and windy but not forgetting the fact that it always rain every once in two days. How annoying. I like cooling weather.. but this weather can't be helped in the land of drizzles and grizzles. :\ This trip has open my eyes to some cultures. Alright, prolly not my eyes only.. but the travelmates as well. Backpacking is never easy. You get to meet all sorts of people and you will suddenly realise.. there are soooooo many different types of people in this world. Out of the ordinary. It just teaches you to put up with whatever differences we have, when all the weird people unite..... in a small hole. Especially in, Italy. LOL.. I'm crapping right now. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides all the weird people we've met.. of course there are some normal people out there. LOL. Mainly found in Switzerland and Germany. The people are really really nice.. especially in Swiss. They are just so friendly as they would go all out to help a stranger. Touching, ain't it? Sigh.. people, people. If the world was to be filled with the same kind of people.. this world would be a very boring place, ain't it? Hahahaha. Sorry, I havent been writing for too long.. I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of my graduation. Here are some few pics to let you guys see wad was happening. Well, almost. Let you guys taste a little happiness and excitement. Mebbe not. Hahahaha. My biological parents were not here... but my Glasgow family members from TCC were there to celebrate with me. Sorry no photos.. 'cos I've yet to obtain the photos from their cameras yet. Prolly next time. Hehehehehehe. Now.. for the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQnTuVMglI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SeebsqzKHEk/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081229499388691026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQnTuVMglI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SeebsqzKHEk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class photo taken.. courtesy of Acrix.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQn0OVMgmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Z9KKFi87Yq8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081230057734439522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQn0OVMgmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Z9KKFi87Yq8/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dat's me.. stealing some slight glamour from Prof Pook. The mortarboard. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQoSuVMgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qWdTmTTzPac/s1600-h/IMG_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081230581720449650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQoSuVMgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qWdTmTTzPac/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previous housemates from Year 1 to Year 4. Housemates forever eh? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQpkeVMgoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9pIya21fgK8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081231986174755458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQpkeVMgoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9pIya21fgK8/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The usual gang.. fused with great company. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQpkuVMgpI/AAAAAAAAABA/lk7yQ0Cx_RI/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081231990469722770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQpkuVMgpI/AAAAAAAAABA/lk7yQ0Cx_RI/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall just use Kelvin for a lil' while to promote Scottish style graduation. :D The guys are dressed in a more.. *ahem* special way. *jealous* LOL. But it's nice nevertheless. Thanks Kelvin for being my model. Muahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, folks. That's all for now. Lazy to upload more pics lah. If you rajin.. just check out my yahoo photos page constantly if you love to see more.. but i've not uploaded them yet. Hhahaa.. Lazy lah. Tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3481048163811212249?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3481048163811212249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3481048163811212249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3481048163811212249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3481048163811212249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-yo.html' title='I&apos;m back yo.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_XaTBJIi8lNs/RoQnTuVMglI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SeebsqzKHEk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-774292023573479700</id><published>2007-05-29T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:17:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>Well, got this video from my sis today and it's soooooooo funny! You should watch it for yourself. Hahahhaa. And for those Friends fans out there, you might probably watched this before. But if you're curious, you should watch it anyways. Hahahahhaa. You wont regret it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screams on Ross' face is damn classic. Ahahahaa. And the unagi and salmon skin roll. LOL. It's about 'THE CONCEPT'.. 'only with the state of total awareness can you attain... unagi..' LMAO. Ahahahaha.. and the end part of this clip is also damn hilarious. Ahahaha. Okay then, you should watch for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpOTNKHvISM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpOTNKHvISM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-774292023573479700?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/774292023573479700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=774292023573479700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/774292023573479700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/774292023573479700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-hilarious.html' title='This is Hilarious!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-2122205922275890581</id><published>2007-05-22T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:12:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty peeps, since I've taken videos in Paris, might as well share a lil' with you guys wad we've seen there. In Disneyland Paris, this year is their 15th Anniversary celebration. And we've captured some live performances given by disney characters. Though the videos are not really long, due to lack of memory space, nevertheless we've managed to capture a glimpse of wad was happening there. Hehe. Here are the 2 videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uKyshfzIz8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uKyshfzIz8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfHGECm0Alo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfHGECm0Alo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have the Tarzan show which the acrobats were fantastic! Hehe. The swinging here and there was just great! Superb. Heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr5OGbD0RFI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr5OGbD0RFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPz_NIpk-eQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPz_NIpk-eQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZTgxaC1Lm8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZTgxaC1Lm8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have fun watching. Hhahaa. I guess I'll end here for today. If I'm in the mood, I've got more videos coming up. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and before I forget, I went to church in the evening yesterday to attend an event where they invited 'God With Us' choir.. and I must say it was superb! I loved it to the max. They really portrayed the message well. :) After which, we were invited to Mama Pat's house for dinner. Yah, dinner at a very late time. Hahaha. Nevertheless, we had dinner and fun! Austyn is a really big boy now.. and I really mean BIG. LOL. We walked back at around 1am. Yah, I know.. it's late.. and it was freezing. 'Cos I've only got a tiny jacket to cover me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think dat's all for now. Ciaoz. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2122205922275890581?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2122205922275890581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2122205922275890581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2122205922275890581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2122205922275890581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/paris.html' title='Paris.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7756467564330585663</id><published>2007-05-20T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:28:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged, again. LOL.</title><content type='html'>1) Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be Takuya Kimura. Muahahahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Duh, dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, chatting online. Wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Left dah-ling Msia for Glasgow. Massive stuffs happened here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;My dah-ling water. Can't live without it. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;A blouse and a pair of shoes. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;In my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;A box, purse, wallet. everywhere. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy as ever. When will the sun come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate with coffee.. preferably with choco chips. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, nothing. LOL. Home, I gueessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I've lost count. No money to cut hair. Ahahaha. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, no. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, it depends. I'm quite a moody person, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Ahahaha. It ended in season 4. Huhuhuhuhu. So sad. Seth and Summer got married! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;Err, don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaa. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Jealous? LOL. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “A”&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed. Nah, I'm just kiddin'. Angelina. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “K”&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Kelvin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;Some anonymous. Freaky. Persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.. forget lah.. who remembers all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sometimes when I've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Macam ada, macam takde. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Where is the next place you’re going?&lt;br /&gt;Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, no one I guess. Everyone's nice. :) Except, Premiership BOSS. BILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Chow Mein. LOL. Melanie's style. Muahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;American Pie 5. Geli. Hahahaha. Naked Run. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Secret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged lah. By babi and dunno who. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Tag 5 people who would do this?&lt;br /&gt;Risa, Malau, TAN YUN MIN, Joel, Nikki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7756467564330585663?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7756467564330585663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7756467564330585663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7756467564330585663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7756467564330585663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-tagged-again-lol.html' title='Got tagged, again. LOL.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2696758488236031308</id><published>2007-05-16T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:32:12.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I'm at my own computer now. So, nothing of dat sort will happen, as in my post being eaten up by the computer. My computer is very good. Muahahahaha. Anyways, this post is to thank the following peeps! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my belated birthday gift from.. Xiao Vin! It's a phone charm. Hahaha. Duh, like you guys dont know. Hehe. Many thanks, girl! I love it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, another belated birthday gift from Neno. Hehehe. It's.. an mp3 cover. :D She knitted it herself. Urm, according to her, it's not knitting. 'Cos she only used a needle. Ahahaha. Nevertheless, it's cool and it's nice. All my favourite colours are in it! Love it, girl! Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. lastly, the ever happening gang. LOL. Part of sesatgang members who were in Manchester brought back some delicious egg tarts for all of us! It's superbly delicious. Ahahaha. Probably it's because either I havent been eating tarts for a long time now.. or it was just so sweet of them to bring it back for us to eat.. dat's why it tasted so nice. MUAHAHAHAHA. Don't puke. LOL. Anyways, thanks guys! You guys rock okay? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to you readers to start drooling over the egg tarts! Till then, Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2696758488236031308?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2696758488236031308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2696758488236031308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2696758488236031308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2696758488236031308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-1521153972667868567</id><published>2007-05-14T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:45:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post has disappeared because it has been eaten up by malau's computer as I was typing this on her computer. Apparently, her comp has died on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1521153972667868567?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1521153972667868567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1521153972667868567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1521153972667868567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1521153972667868567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-exams.html' title='Post-Exams'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2005139147660847580</id><published>2007-05-09T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T03:03:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I've been waiting for.</title><content type='html'>The day has finally come. Tomorrow is the day. Is THE DAY. WOOOHOO! I'm soooo excited. If you dont know wad it is, tomorrow marks the last day of my exam. Yes, anyone would be excited. Ahahaha. There are soooo many things to do. Many. I shall end here. The featured song pumps adrenaline to my blood! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah, before I end, I would like to thank those who have wished me on my birthday and to those who gave me pressies.. eg. a basket of flowers and a card from Joanna and Dorotha (the sweet polish girls!), Emperor Chicken and coke for supper from my beloved housemate, Sweepeng, and Leemay in cooking for me on my birthday! And the gazillion birthday wishes by everyone... You don't know how much it means to me. I totally appreciate it in my heart okies? Although I dont have the time yet to thank each one of you. But, Love you guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2005139147660847580?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2005139147660847580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2005139147660847580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2005139147660847580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2005139147660847580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title='The day I&apos;ve been waiting for.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8884731548190939135</id><published>2007-05-04T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T02:14:24.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobik Away Now!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.. it's exams time and all. I'm suppose to mug and all.. I promise this will be short and simple. Hahaha. Send your free SMS at &lt;a href="http://www.mobik.com"&gt;www.mobik.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can only send free SMS to those who are also registered to Mobik. :D How great is dat? And it's worldwide! Wooohooo! Welcome to the free SMS world. Muahahaha.. By the way, if you wanna send SMS to me, my number remains the same Malaysian number! Meaning, I'm still using the DiGi number lah.. if you havent deleted it. If you've deleted it, then too bad lah. Hahahahah. Yah, I'm using international roaming now and I have no UK number. Muahahaha. Malaysian DiGi fan. Nah, I'm just kiddin'. Just dont think it's necessary to get a UK number here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Mobik member too! Come join the fun. LOL. I'm registered under my DiGi number. Now I'm like advertising for them. Hehe. Mobik me NOW! Muahahahahah. I'm just kiddin'. Dont spam me lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to books. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dont get too carried away mobik-ing in the room if you're having exam tomoro. Hehehe. Study hard guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8884731548190939135?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8884731548190939135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8884731548190939135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8884731548190939135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8884731548190939135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/05/mobik-away-now.html' title='Mobik Away Now!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1733893914079367825</id><published>2007-04-27T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:07:32.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the no updates.</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps, if you currently do not know wad I'm going through right now, I'm actually having my final exams next week. Yeap, the final of all finals. Hehe. Right now, my small brain is filled with info.. til saturated ade. Or maybe not. Cos I dont really remember wad I've studied. I feel like I'll be so dead in the exams. So, please pray for me people. I really need to get through this. It's a must. OMG. I'm so freaking out right now. *cough* *cough* HELP ME!!! *waves hands* I'm totally drowning in a sea of words, papers, books, chemical structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, I'll blog again when I'm next free. Right now, it's exams fever!! All the best to you guys who are taking the finals as well, aka my batchmates. And also to anyone who's facing exams right now. Believe me, I know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you guys, who are enjoying right now.. as in no exams, do pray for me, alright? I REALLY NEED IT. Hahahaha. Happy enjoying lah. Dont gloat too early. Muahahahah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1733893914079367825?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1733893914079367825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1733893914079367825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1733893914079367825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1733893914079367825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-no-updates.html' title='For the no updates.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8939212488376768139</id><published>2007-04-22T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:30:56.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves, Nerves, Nerves!</title><content type='html'>The ang mohs living opposite our block are soooo getting on my nerves. Pissing me off man. Guess wad happened? We were having our dinner in the kitchen.. and suddenly, someone opposite our block threw something in. A rotten piece of tomato. ARGH. Wad is their freaking problem?! Don't they have a rubbish bin in their unit? Grrrr. It's not the first time they threw stuff thru the windows. Previously, they threw water balloon.. then some onions.. then oranges.. and today, a rotten tomato. I think they also threw some glass bottles over til the windows were cracked the other day. WTH. Get a life, alright? If this is your way of making friends with the others, I'm telling you.. to go get a life. You will need to go back to school to learn some manners and respect for others. If your schools don't teach you dat, please ask your parents to teach you some, AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8939212488376768139?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8939212488376768139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8939212488376768139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8939212488376768139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8939212488376768139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/04/nerves-nerves-nerves.html' title='Nerves, Nerves, Nerves!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-276577840158528562</id><published>2007-04-20T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:39:49.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to MUG!</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps, it's been awhile eh? Hehe. As you know, I've been spending my time with my future husband.. pharmacy-related books. He needs loads of attention you see. And he's freaking hard to understand. Hahaha. I've got to remember all my husband's characteristics to get to know him better before I can get married to him with a 'marriage' certificate at the end of the day. Before he agrees to marry me, I've got to sit like 5 exams more before I can pass off as a good wife. If I pass, then I'll be officially his wife. LMAO. I think I'm just going NUTS. Ignore the above. It just came out of a sudden. I was thinking of writing something else one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of books. I've got like a week plus more before the actual exams start. After which, I've got loads to do. Packing stuffs. Ugh. I hate packing. And I've got to start shipping things back too. Hehe. Anyone got a cheap deal of shipping things back to Malaysia. I need a super HUGE BOX with a really cheap price. Hahaha.. OMG, I do sound like an aunty now. Hehe. But who doesn't want dat? Huh, huh huh?? Who doesn't? Eh eleh. Hehe. So I'm not the only aunty. Lalalalala. After packing and shipping, mebbe work? But lazy lah. Alang alang 3 weeks. Cannot work also. Hahhaa. No one will wanna hire me. And excuse me, I've had enough of premiership. Dont ask me to go back there. Heh. :D Mebbe I'll start researching on the trips we'll be going. :D Hehehe. Banyak things to do. And May is 'mei mei May'. Hahhaa.. try saying dat. 'Mei mei May'. Muaahahhaa. Yea lah.. it's time to look after myself. Clean dirt, clean closet, clean face, clean toes, clean fingers, clean armpits also.. (-_-*). Hahhaa. Just kiddin'. I clean armpits everyday ok. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been getting pretty warm here. I wonder, how am I going to survive Malaysia when I get back. I wish Malaysia had 4 seasons. Hehe. Then it'll be really fun. And I'll have cold weather. Yay! Seriously, I prefer cold to hot.. cos I really cannot tahan 'zuak' you know. I'll get really pissed and moody.. and plus..I sweat like a pig. Haha.. and you're gonna say, pigs dont sweat. Yada yada yada.. LOL. Sweat like a human la k? Hehehe. I'm still preparing the big blow when I touch Changi Airport. Like when the plane door is open.. a sudden rush of HOT AIR smacks your face and body.. it's just 'HEAVEN' isn't it? Muahahaha. Risa, you've gotta come PICK ME UP IN CHANGI AIRPORT. OR ELSE NO PRESENTS FOR YOU. Ahahahaha. The only thing I'll miss here is.. the weather, the nice breeze with the warm sun shining on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, speaking of presents. I hate shopping for presents. Hhaha. Headache lah. Ok lah, you guys put wad you want here lah. Provided it's in my $$$ range. Or else, no present. Wahahaha. Okie, enough of rubbish. Back to shower my husband with attention and LOVE. *pui pui pui* Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget. Heard this news over the TV a couple of days ago on the shoot-out in Virginia Tech. I think by now everyone should have known. But if you've got the time, check out the videos on NBC News. Apparently, the murderer, Cho Seung-Hui (a Korean) *yikes* is a very quiet person, sent a package addressed to the NBC containing photos and videos on MONDAY morning of the shoot-out. Gosh. I imagined myself in the students' position who were all in the classroom. Like for eg, we were all in the middle of a boring lecture, half dozing off, half listening.. And suddenly a guy from no where barged into the lecture hall and starts shooting.. I'll be like, OMG, wad to do.. wad to do.. Scared til I wet my pants. LOL. Anyways, the videos are off &lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=925bc281-ce20-439e-9682-8cc58066b2bf&amp;f=imbot_us_default&amp;amp;fg=rss"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NBC NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They've got quite a number of videos on this incident including the explicit interview of a housemate living with him before the shoot-out. Oh yeah, btw he's an english major back in college.. and you can view his disturbing class assignment writings here: &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Smoking Gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably nobody wanted to be his friend and he was bullied from young? No one knows his exact history, but I'm shure he has a very very serious mental health problem associated with violence. Perhaps they should ban people from owning guns. I still dont see the point of owning a gun. Giving the public a chance to buy guns is a wrong idea. Self defence you might say? But i think the risks overrulled the benefits. LOL. Read too much books again. -_-* I just realised the sesatgang blog also got post this. Good good. LOL. Public awareness. Muahahaha. Alright, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Risa, his writings were somewhat like your friendster profile. Wad sholving stuffs into ppl's ass and it aint worth all the effort thingy.. he has written the same exact words in his writngs.. English major ppl memang english major ppl. Muahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-276577840158528562?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/276577840158528562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=276577840158528562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/276577840158528562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/276577840158528562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-time-to-mug.html' title='It&apos;s time to MUG!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1410023674645926402</id><published>2007-04-16T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T05:49:55.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting in.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm like way off my teenage years already. But I am still getting the feeling that I don't fit in anywhere. I have been having this feeling for quite sometime now. I didn't fit in back in school, I liked keeping to myself. I didnt fit in back in college, kept to myself also and neither did I fit in when I'm in this uni. I felt like I'm in a wrong course and perhaps I should be doing something else. But when I start thinking like wad will happen if I were to take another path, I didnt fit in either. I dont think I was born in the right generation. Perhaps I should be born much more later. Sigh. I dont think I'll fit into work environment either. It's the feeling of uncomfortable, where no one truly understands you. I don't fit into this country either. But when I think back if I was back in Msia, this feeling will strike me again. I know I'm strange. Mebbe I'm not meant to stay at one spot. Perhaps I'm a nomad. It's because I dont fit in anywhere, I need to move constantly. But I don't like moving either. Perhaps in conclusion, I don't fit into this world. Nothing suits me. OMG. Teenage emo problem. I havent found the place I fit in yet. Sigh. And now back to books. Buried by tonnes and tonnes of books. Arrgh. I wished I was a bilionaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1410023674645926402?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1410023674645926402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1410023674645926402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1410023674645926402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1410023674645926402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/04/fitting-in.html' title='Fitting in.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9079072071932214075</id><published>2007-04-03T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T10:02:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malau's Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>If you havent already know, today happens to be malau's birthday. Hehehe. So faster wish her happy birthday. LOL. Anyways, we threw a lil' party for her.. and.. I'm shure she will thank us for this wonderful partay. Hahahaha. Here's a very nice pic for a start. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/12-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't she just blessed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sooooo blessed cos we gave her a really GOOD facial mask today. Hehe. FULL FAT MILK CREAM. Her skin will be super smooth now. Hahaha. Below is a video clip of wad happened. Click to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kkSsB7yj9Q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_kkSsB7yj9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa.. wad a smack in the face! Nyeheeheheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWFu9eK-rhw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWFu9eK-rhw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid malau.. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not gonna blog for a few days now.. So, I guess I shall leave this job for the guest blogger to at least start a post when I'm not around? Grrr.. it seems to take forever.. and ever.. mebbe NEVER.. for her first post to be here. -_-* I pity myself.. ALOT.. for getting a guest blogger like this. Sigh. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say anymore. Hahaha. Anyways, hope you've enjoyed the clips. Fun isn't it? LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9079072071932214075?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9079072071932214075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9079072071932214075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9079072071932214075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9079072071932214075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/04/malaus-birthday-bash.html' title='Malau&apos;s Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-25632015703304114</id><published>2007-03-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:32:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another burden lifted.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, hi guys. It's been a while. Sorry about the no updates. Ya know, have been spending the time doing my stupid research project and I'm proud to say that I've finished it. :) The feeling is just so great. LOL. Anyways, malau and I went to print yesterday afternoon but we didnt manage to bind the project because we spent nearly 2 hours printing our stuffs. Yea yea, we're slow pokes. We tend to do things slower than others, ya know. But, but.. we still managed to pass up everything in time today. Omigosh. I'm just so elated. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, right after printing yesterday, we went to TJ. Hughes to shop some stuffs. Hahaha. Mostly gifts for people. I'm gonna buy more stuffs, muahahahahaa. The perfume there is pretty cheap I must say. Hmm, I went shopping yesterday til I pokkai ade. LOL. Cos after TJ Hughes, we went around Argyle Street to check out if there are anymore sales. The other day, I've bought a decent nice dress for only a freaking 5 pounds. Wahahahahaa. I was so happy getting that dress. Hehe. And yesterday, Debenhams was like having this half price sale and I bought a dress and a handbag! Hehehe. Damn happy now. OMG, I shouldnt go shopping anymore, cos I'll just buy, buy and buy. Geez. The shopping spree yesterday was awesome. Went with my shopping bestie, malau.. cos we're able to shop anything under the sun together. We'll like compare this and that.. whether it's nice or not, and the worst is, we spent like a thousand years to make a decision on buying something. We're always like..'Should I buy?' or 'Does it look good on me?' or 'Eh.. serious wanna buy or not? Nice or not?'. All the stupid stuffs we'll be doing at the department store until the salesgirls noticed us. Hahaha. I hate being undecisive. Geez. I geddit most of the time because, I know I cant get the best of both worlds. Anyways.. spent a bomb yesterday.. AGAIN. I should really stop my bad habit or my dad.. is gonna kill me. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouuu yeah, american idol updates again. OH NO WAY. NO WAY. CHRIS SLIGH is OUT? Why isn't Sanjaya the next one out? Grrr. Did you check out his hair on the day of the singing? It's soooooooooooooooo hilarious. You should if you havent watched that episode yet. His hair was like.. er, I'm speechless. Looks like..a Trojan warrior on the horse? LOL. You tell me about it man. I wished I had the photos to show you. I will.. if I managed to find it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update is gonna be a long one. Hehe. Urm, wad else did I do. Oh yeah,  had German food on Sunday. Went to Mama Pat's house and it was awesome! Sorry no pics again. Haha. German food was nice. :D We had like onion cake (it's not wat you think it is) the name is just funny, and.. we had the normal 'frankfurt'ers, some salad, some baguette, some muruku.. yesh, surprisingly.. and we had desserts. I was sooooo freaking full dat day man. It was like.. I was stuffing myself with just eating, eating and eating. Got back home about nearly 10pm.. which is pretty cool. Had a great time there. Hehehehe.. Did i say wad's the occasion? Oh well, it's for the farewell of our German fren name Ellen. :D Actually there was a movie session on wednesday with her as well. TOO BAD I can't really finalise on my discussion just yet for that day, so I didnt join them for it. Awwww, sad case. But anyways, gonna be remembering her even when she's back in Germany. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, seriously this is a very very busy month for me. Just handed in my FYP in between of loads of visitings and stuffs. And it isnt very comforting when you know that the exams are squished together in 2 weeks. I was like.. WTH?! Sigh, gotta rush against time.. AGAIN. Ouuu, tomoro I'll be going to a Polish house to have dinner mebbe? Yeah, the Polish girls are very sweet. They invited us over to have Polish food in their house. I'm just so excited. Hahahaha. Cos I dont have any idea on how Polish food taste like or look like. Will let you know about it. Wahahaha. And hopefully, with pics this time. :D And.. I think after my trip like next week, when I'm back.. I think I'm gonna be at Mama Pat's house again to have Ghana Food. WAHAHAHAHA. This is a food fest month for me. Get to taste like sooooo many different cultures cuisines. This is just great. No words to describe it. LOL. I heard we have to drink hot soup with our hands according to 'Ghana Rules'. OMG, my hands are gonna get burnt. Arrrrghhh. I still want my hands. Hehe. I think I'll hide a spoon in my bag when I go over that day and I'll let you guys know if we used hands to drink the soup. Hehe, wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm gonna stop here. Gotta go out in 15 minutes time. Gotta get ready. Hehe. Ciaoz. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-25632015703304114?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/25632015703304114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=25632015703304114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/25632015703304114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/25632015703304114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-burden-lifted.html' title='Another burden lifted.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6265343639388241430</id><published>2007-03-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:57:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Fever.</title><content type='html'>Ouuuh boy, it's getting more and more intense as each week pass. More and more singers are being eliminated.. and their dreams have to come to an end. I still don't understand why Sanjaya is still in. I don't get it at all. -_-* I hope my favourites dont get eliminated because of him. LOL. Here are the favourite singers I was referring you to.. First of all, I like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Lewis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't he sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He brings contemporary to the group.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His beatboxing rawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, enough of him.. or I'll be stalking him already. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Doolittle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a star!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, the best thing is.. she's humble!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Richardson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was said to look like JT! (Justin Timberlake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A close-up picture for you to judge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something dat draws you to him.. He sings like JT too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Sligh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, he can sing! Don't judge the book by its cover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon was awed when he opened his mouth during the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And plus, he's funny too! He cracked everyone up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wad are your favourites? If you happen to watch American Idol. Hehe. Cos this show really rocks man. :D Many talented ordinary people soared to their heights of stardom when their talents were discovered. Woohooooo! Ohh geez, back to my discussion. Sigh, it does suck. I hate my project. I really do. I wished my project was on writing up of American Idol. LOL. Prolly I'll score big time.. Hahhaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6265343639388241430?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6265343639388241430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6265343639388241430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6265343639388241430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6265343639388241430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-idol-fever.html' title='American Idol Fever.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6844123067688999586</id><published>2007-03-22T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:58:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Cookies.</title><content type='html'>Heh heh, the cookie monster comes into the scene. Anyways, I'm not shure if this is the cookies recommended by ah yoke, but.. it's really nice. It's like the hazelnuts with belgium chocolate cookies. In no time, I was like finishing the whole packet.. and then it was gone. Hahhaa. It's pretty addictive. I liked the cookies alot. It's from Sainsbury taste the difference series. Herre's a few pics on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The packet looks like this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few pathetic pieces for me to munch. hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/5-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The yummylicious cookie! Love it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, did i mention about today's presentation? Haha, gazala asked me some questions. But I'm not exactly shure if I had answered the questions she asked. Ya know? Cos I was like crapping. LOL. Anyways, I'm glad it's over. All the best to those whose presentation has yet to come. Happy anticipating. I had loads of 'fun' anticipating today til I've got tummyache, laughing stress, biting nails.. you name it, I've done it. LOL. Dat's all for today. Still, I loved the cookies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6844123067688999586?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6844123067688999586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6844123067688999586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6844123067688999586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6844123067688999586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/yummy-cookies.html' title='Yummy Cookies.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-7453375428036258860</id><published>2007-03-21T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:27:53.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aarrgh..</title><content type='html'>OMG. I'm having this stupid presentation tomorrow. I'm so freaking out right now. I wonder what questions will they ask me.. It's not like I'm expert in this disease. I'm totally losing it. Just had a meeting wid my supervisor today.. and found out.. I have to write discussion for 10-20 pages. I'm like.. W.H.A.T?! Geez. Hopefully I'll be able to cough up everything. It's just crazeh babeh. But I'm looking at the duller side, ya know. Don't think I'll be able to reach there. But I'll try. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been watching American Idol and it totally rawks man. Hehehe. I'm totally in love with Blake. LOL. Just kiddin'. I think his beatboxing is sooooo cool. I'll totally break down in front of anyone who can beatbox like dat. :D Others that I support is.. the two chris-es from the guys' side and from the girls' side.. Melinda Doolittle! Hehhee.. she's just fabulous too. Hehe.. I liked Brendon tooooooo.. but too bad, he was sent home the moment they started the top 12! OMG. Sanjaya is still in?! He CAN'T SING.. sorry. I mean he can sing, but not as good as the others. I just think he should go home soon. Heh, no offence to those voting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the lighter note, to lighten up everyone's built up stress and everything, here's a funny.. wait, hilarious vid to share wid you guys. All the best to those presenting tomorrow! Hehe.. err, scared la.. *wets pants* LMAO. Just kiddin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybj2FJ8iDCs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybj2FJ8iDCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-7453375428036258860?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/7453375428036258860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=7453375428036258860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7453375428036258860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/7453375428036258860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/aarrgh.html' title='Aarrgh..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-8790734986121052504</id><published>2007-03-19T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:49:40.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy..</title><content type='html'>Geez, I know. If you're ain't busy, you ain't from this century. This century is all about doing and keeping yourselves busy. It seems to be a crime nowadays to be.. 'not busy'. Well, the fact is.. everyone's busy with their own lives. Busy-ness aside, I've been busy a couple of weekends now in visiting. Hahha, yesh.. got invited to a 'gwai lo' married to a chinese house.. so we had chinese food. It's a blessing to have such good fellowship from the church. :D The food was superb and I had a nice time. The chinese settings were marvellous.. I mean even I don't use such cutleries at home. It's simply just.. marvellous. Show you the stuffs they've got next time. I don't have photos with me right now. It's in another person's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. yesterday, I went to a german lady's house. We did the cooking.. LOL. Yesh, you heard me.. we had chinese food again yesterday. And they were like.. ' We love chinese food'. Ahahaha.. you must be thinking, ahh.. you have gone to a german's house, you should have german food. Hehe, we were the master chefs yesterday. Muahaha.. salute us. Wakakkaa.. Anyways, jokes aside.. we're gonna have german food soon! Prolly sometime next week. Can't wait for dat. :D Sorry guys, no photos again..I didnt bring my camera. I really had a great time yesterday. Everyone was like in the living room, felt like I was at home again, watching tv and just talking.. ya know, dat kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouuh boy, got more visitations to come. Gotta decline some if I haven't really got my work done, ya know. But I'll love to make it to everyone's house. Muahahaha. Geez, speaking of work, it's not really done yet. I've just prolly brushed through my results.. and we're like gonna discuss results like this coming tuesday? And the deadline is like next friday? I'm like hello.. it's rather late you know. Guessed wad my supervisor said when we told him our deadline is on the 30th March. He was like, 'Ohh.. dat's pretty near already isn't it?' And we were like.. 'D.U.H.' Hahahaha.. it's just silly. Anyways, I hope I can make it in time. But one thing I can tell you is.. the results definitely sucks to the MAX. We took like more than a month on the resutls and it's still isnt done yet?! Arrgh, stupid project. Should have just gotten organ bath instead and dat's dat. Well, AT LEAST you are expecting wad you're expecting and understand what you're doing. To be honest, til this stage, I still don't know what the hell is going on with my project. I don't get it at all. Sigh, just have to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta ciao, enough of ramblings. Hahaha.. will be back soon, I hope. *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-8790734986121052504?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/8790734986121052504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=8790734986121052504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8790734986121052504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/8790734986121052504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-busy.html' title='Been busy..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1039124567977120918</id><published>2007-03-15T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:55:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation &amp; Red Nose Day</title><content type='html'>Things has been pretty good lately, except the fact that I'm sick.. no.. make dat was sick. Hahaha.. My voice isnt really back yet, But I'm alright. Anyways, havent really thank the people who gave me.. and this house, stuff to munch on. :D&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acrix's kimbap or sushi.. wadever you call it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice, well you're expecting feedback from me right? So here it is. It's nice dat the fact dat you made it. :) Ahahaha.. but then, as you said, the beef part isnt as nice as the tuna part. All in all, I would give you a 8/10 for the sushi lar.. it's very nice since the last time I had sushi was ages ago.. Thanks alot yeah? Too bad you lost to me.. wahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have Ailian's own made chilli. We got it today! It was so kind of her to bring the chilli over. LOL.. although I can't really have chilli, I still want to thank her for her efforts in making the chilli. I really appreciate it. Hahaha.. I will only take like bits of it because I dont want to be another Angelina Jolie, or rather.. me, as Melalina Jolie. LMAO. Sorry guys, no pics for the chilli.. lazy lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event coming up here would be the Red Nose Day.. something for the Comic Relief thingy. Anyways, bought a red nose for myself dat only costed a pound to help.. If you want the Red Nose, you could still geddit off sainsbury. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nose packet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instructions to play and collectibles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nose.. dat grows.. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/5-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stickers to decorate your nose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/6-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And.. a white chocolate for you to munch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/7-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't it great for just one pound and you get to help? hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, wad's wrong wid me.. promoting it like anything.. Hahaha.. Anyways, I think dat's about it. Back to bed to nurture my health balik. Mulan, when you wanna gather to take the red nose together? Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the mascot for Red Nose is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/8-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malau wid her red nose.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1039124567977120918?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1039124567977120918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1039124567977120918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1039124567977120918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1039124567977120918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/appreciation-red-nose-day.html' title='Appreciation &amp; Red Nose Day'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4254460525083489637</id><published>2007-03-11T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:05:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are wad we eat.</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves to talk about food. Hahaha.. because that's wad we do everyday.. EAT, EAT and EAT! Anyways, my favourite food of all I can say is.. tofu! Yay! I love tofu to the max. :D There are many ways to cook tofu and I like rou chui tofu.. This is quite easy to cook and prepare.. Hassle free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/8-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Rou chui tofu..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/7-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are all the stuffs that I cooked that are also in my favourite list. LOLz.. Like pasta, salad, vege, egg.. Sorry guys, didnt take photos of my 'jiang chong ji' yet. Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/6-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabonara sauce egg and spinach tagliatelle.. plus some other own ingredients..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried rice! Yay.. I like it too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/5-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salad! Hehehe.. spaghetti + italian salad + egg + chicken + french sauce + etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried egg with luncheon meat! My fav also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can do without vegetables? Brocolli + celery + mushrooms + rou chuis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar.. enouugh of the food I cooked. Hahaha.. Now I shall bring you to a restaurant's standard. Lol.. We went to China Blue.. AGAIN. That's because it's much more nearer than Asian Style.. So we decided to.. celebrate our Chap Go Meh 'Eve' in China Blue ordering some dishes.. Hmm.. actually we gave ourselves some reason to eat in the restaurant again la.. muahahaha. Anywyas, this is wad we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/9-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Wa Tan Hor' (Taste kinda bland.. actually it sucks la. LOL. But I liked the squid and the meat though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/11-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rou Chui Sien Yu Tofu' ( Ahahaha.. they actually ordered my fav of the rou chui tofu.. minus the sien yu part. hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/12-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemon Chicken.. is a pathetically small portion. I think this dish is suppose to be for the 'gwai los'. Try ordering dishes from the chinese menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sorry no photo for the scallops 'kailan'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.. yeah, we ordered it again, 'cos it was nice. But somehow eating it for the second time tasted less fantastic than the first time we had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/10-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dat's part of us going to the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. the next day, we had chap go meh celebration. We did steamboat.. again. It was quite a spontaneous decision to organise this steamboat thingy.. Anyways, the photos below dont show much food.. lol.. just normal posers lah.. surprisingly the number of posers have increased! OMG. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/13-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor 'pak mao' ymin is waiting patiently and sadly to start her steamboat session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/14-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/15-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dat's them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/16-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spot a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/17-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wad's wid all the looks? Ahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/18-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neno wid Sp sien tiao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dat's us.. spot a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/21-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another them, spot a poser.. wahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/22-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them fighting for the food. According to them, 'it ain't nice if you ain't fighting.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical of them.. -_-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chicken that neno and I was talking about.. Tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/23-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 drumsticks for 11 mouths.. no fighting involved this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/24-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baked or grilled chicken, or rather chicken to bake or to grill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dat's about it now. Enjoy drooling! Wahahaha.. Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4254460525083489637?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4254460525083489637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4254460525083489637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4254460525083489637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4254460525083489637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-are-wad-we-eat.html' title='We are wad we eat.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3416883821435960681</id><published>2007-03-10T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:40:55.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in My Heart.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, somehow the previous post has disappeared. Anyways, lazy to put up the pics again lah. Hahaha.. so Mulan must be laughing her teeth off since her pic isn't here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, back to the story, I was busy watching this Korean Drama.. I know I know.. it's ages ago punye show. But wad to do.. I watched it halfway when I was in Form 4 or 5 at my friend's house and I never got the chance to continue my series. Ya know, I was a busy teenager. Muahahaha.. Anyways, if you're interested.. and you're just a century late as me.. you should try watching it, as it was voted the best Kdrama of all times. LOLz. I dont think I wanna claim on that.. but nevertheless it was a good show. This show is too sad for me to handle. But I dare say that I did not shed a single tear on this show. Ahahaha.. I love the show when they were younger.. towards the times that they were older.. things became draggy and was quite a bore for me la.. hehe. Ohh yeah.. you must read the comments off from youtube below the show.. ahahaha.. they absolutely hilarious.. I mean the way they comment.. I think I was enjoying the comments at the same time I was watching the show.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/posterphoto4603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poster for the show &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wonbin looks like he's got poisoned or something in this pic.. hahaha..*&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys are interested, I got it off youtube. The playlist is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=DCDDABCC3A65C36D"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=DCDDABCC3A65C36D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to say that my fav actor is in it. Won bin! Hahaha.. absolutely love him. Hahahah.. he's such a cutie pie and in this show.. shucks, you have to watch it to find out yourselves. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/hwa_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonbin is cute.. lolz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/st009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they were little kids..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3416883821435960681?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3416883821435960681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3416883821435960681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3416883821435960681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3416883821435960681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/autumn-in-my-heart.html' title='Autumn in My Heart.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-2102438215545835785</id><published>2007-03-03T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:30:56.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurante.</title><content type='html'>Be disappointed guys.. because your funny pics are not up yet. But fret not. Hahaha.. I'm shure I have more videos and pictures of you coming up. I hope I wont let you guys anticipate for too long. Sadly the hard disk is currently not available, hence the limited amount of pictures. Hahaha.. I've got a couple of pics to show you guys. Don't worry, if you think you're next to be posted up. Ahahahaa.. Now you can loosen up and scrutinise the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these 2 pics were taken when we were having our 'no event' chinese dinner. Prolly 'chu jiu'? Ahahaha.. I'm not shure. I'm not even shure why got chu this and chu dat. LOL. But all I know the important ones are 'chu yi' and 'chu er', 'chu jiu' and chap go meh. Right guys? Hehe. And I know when you have a shop, you cannot open the shop on a chu 4 right? Hahaha. Correct me if I'm wrong 'cos I suck at this. Anyways.. back to the restaurant.. The restaurant is called China Blue. If you havent gone there, prolly you should. The food there is pretty nice.. except for the tofu balls that we ordered and the 'nai you' king prawns which proved tasteless. Prolly we've all eaten fantastic ones before, dat's why. Nothing beats Raja Uda's, Penang mainlaind oat king prawns. Not even Banting's.. Muahahahahaa.. Apart from that, the belacan seafood was pretty good with the sweet chilli chicken.. which is also pretty good. The best of all, is ymin's favourite: Kailan. LOL.. I think it was kailan with scallops. Fantastic I must say. Must be the deprivation of kailan for too long.. dat's why. Anwyays, I havnet got hold of the dishes' pics, but it's in the pics below if you can see them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're adventurous, prolly you might wanna try China Blue's dishes in conjunction with chap go meh. :D Not forgetting to mention they serve free appetizers (*soup*) on sunday, monday and tuesday? Yeap. Here are the 2 pathetic pics I've got. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poser with 'pak mao' ymin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malau, Me and Jeng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dat's all. Time to sign off now. LOL.. have been busy playing cards.. hehe.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-2102438215545835785?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/2102438215545835785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=2102438215545835785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2102438215545835785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/2102438215545835785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/03/restaurante.html' title='Restaurante.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4288092228759658093</id><published>2007-02-28T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:13:04.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signature Pose.</title><content type='html'>Now showing you live, the ever famous 'Einstein' thinking pose by the shifu. For us as 'tou dais'.. we'll just have to follow suit.. Presenting to you the 'pak eyebrow mao' thinking pose by ymin the shifu. Followed by her 'tou dais'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most look alike of the 'pak mao' pose goes to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st prize: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd prize: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YTeng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd prize: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th prize: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. wanna know why i got the last place? Ahahaha.. because I cant act for nuts.. and I 'pak the eyebrow mao' too fast..LOL.. And Jeng was like shaking her head while 'pak her eyebrow'? Ahahhaa.. Eh.. shifu didnt teach us to shake the head ler.. ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the vid below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUrClvBFies"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nUrClvBFies" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the restaurant's photos and food coming up next time if I get hold of all the pics alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4288092228759658093?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4288092228759658093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4288092228759658093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4288092228759658093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4288092228759658093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-showing-you-live-ever-famous.html' title='Signature Pose.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-577848719130921361</id><published>2007-02-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:40:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerpuff Ski.</title><content type='html'>Argh, stupid comp. I have already typed the blog but it disappeared. So, now quite lazy to type all over again lah. Ish ish.. anyways, I had fun in the ski trip. It was really a great experience and I would love to try it again. :) Although it's kinda viewed as an extreme sport, but a girl girl like me can enjoy the sport, I'm shure you guys will love it too! But the funny thing was, I was told prolly our group was the only group who has been shouting the whole time there as we were kinda afraid to go downhill. Because we happened to be at the tip of the slope where we practiced wid the instructors and once you slide down, you'll be gone to the bottom of the mountains already. Hence, the shoutings and all. Ahahaha.. but I'm shure without the shoutings, our practice session would be really dull aye? Hahahaha..anyways, here are some few pictures to lighten up your day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us before we head for the mountains. My hair looks like shit after struggling with the costume, boots, ski equipment and the stupid wind. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the ski session begin!&lt;br /&gt;Dat's me.. trying to act cool. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/15-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and malau trying to act cool this time. Ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat's me braving the snow storm wid kim.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us trying to be posers.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of posers, I must crown mulan as the queen of all posers. Ahahaha. You guys must really check her out. She loves to pose and she'll be ready at any pose at anytime when you are holding the camera. -_-* Tsk tsk tsk.. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulan: Eh.. eh.. take me sitting down here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ohh okay, 1..2..3.. *click*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Seee seee see.. I wanna see how you took my picture just now.. *enthusiastic face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*clicking the camera*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Alah.. why you take until like dat?? Everytime also same pose one.. Erm.. I've got an idea.. why don't you take a picture without me looking at the cam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok.. if dat's wad you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Wait ah.. let me get this pole out of my butt first..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeng: Eh.. you guys taking photos ar?? I also wanna be in the pic!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/5-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Aiyo..can faster or not?? I'm freezing over here leh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Aiyah.. wait for a while la.. got another pole at my butt.. let me get dat out also first ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeng: Wait wait wait.. I also wanna be in the pic.. let me get ready first&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;also..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/6-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: *rolling eyes* and *shivering*... Ready ade or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Ahh.. ok ok.. I'm ready ade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeng: Aiyah.. you all take first lah.. my ski stuck to my boots ade.. cannot take out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ah.. 1..2..3.. *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Ok ok.. come come.. I wanna see how I look without looking into the camera..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hana hana.. nah nah nah.. see la.. pretty la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mulan sees her this pic*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/7-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Aiyoh... why you take me until so ugly?? Haih.. I've got no face to see people ade lah.. This pic so ugly.. sigh.. cannot be a model ade lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Eh.. where got.. so nice wad.. where got not nice?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Goooottt.. Haih.. I dont wanna fren you ade lar.. so ugly.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jeng still struggling with her ski boots and ski*&lt;br /&gt;*LOUD SIGH...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/8-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeng: Ok ok.. take me.. I'm ready ade.. Take me lying on the ground..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.. 1..2..3.. *click*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/10-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mulan rushes over and see me taking Jeng lying on the ground*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Eh eh.. take me also.. Take me lying on the ground also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Aiyooooo.. hahaha.. faster lah.. Ready or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Ahhh..okok.. ready!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ok.. 1..2..3.. *click* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/11-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mulan: Eh eh eh.. take another one.. just now my jacket the position not very nice.. let me adjust then you take again ok??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cmein rushes over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cmein: I ALSO WANNA TAKE ME LYING ON THE GROUND ONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: -_-*...... Ok lar ok lar.. get ready ok you guys? READY!! 1..2..3.. *click*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/12-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: EH.. enough la you guys.. take so many.. not sien ar?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Aiyah.. take one more last one.. three of us sitting on the ground one ok? Last one ade.. promised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jeng and Cmein: Yah yah.. we want!! Take take!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: -_-*... *rolls eyes* Ok ok.. you all say one ar.. last one ade ar.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mulan, Jeng, Cmein: Yea yea.. promised..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ok ready.. 1..2..3.. *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/9-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The lying-on-the-ground photo taking session is over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: *in the heart thinking*.. thank goodness..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Eh eh eh.. take me together wid the poles and ski one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Aiyooo.. *sien tiao* Hahaha.. thought you said last one ade just now??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Aiyah.. this one really last one ade.. me wid the ski equiptments mar.. MUST TAKE ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Aiyah.. I lazy to take ade la.. my hands are freezing now.. Go ask malau to take for you lah.. I tak larat ade.. dowan choi you ade.. blek~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Mulan ran over to malau*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Eh malau malau.. take the pic of me holding all the ski equiptment can ar?? Please lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Malau: Ceh.. 'choi lei dou sor lar'.. go ask meow to take for you lar.. I got no time ar.. my hands are shaking ade.. CEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/13-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mulan ran over to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Aiyyerrr.. dat malau dont wanna take for me.. you take for me la please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hana hana.. ok lar ok lar.. go do your pose lar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mulan: Yay!! Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mulan does her best pose, wid loads of skis and poles somemore.. more than a set.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/14-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.. can you imagine this is the typical scene you will be getting from mulan especially? Hahahaha.. MY GOODNESS. Totally a POSER lar.. Ahahaha.. Next time if you go on a trip wid her.. remember not to bring your camera ok? Muahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this trip next time. Hopefully I've got the patience and the mood to blog about it. LOL.. til then, ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-577848719130921361?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/577848719130921361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=577848719130921361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/577848719130921361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/577848719130921361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/powerpuff-ski.html' title='Powerpuff Ski.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1848782314264677349</id><published>2007-02-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:57:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, Pak Lah was remarried or gonna marry soon?!</title><content type='html'>Ohh dear, got this news from a friend from an independent political news site and this is what I've found out. Pak Lah was either remarried on the 22nd Jan 2007 or he's going to marry today?! And guess who will he be marrying to?! Jean Danker, a pretty famous Singapore Perfect 10 Radio DJ. So if you are staying in S'pore or JB, you would have heard of her. Or prolly some of you in KL, I'm not shure. Anyways, I don't know how far this news is true, but if it's true, Pak Lah and Jean Danker?! Dat's like soooooooo hilarious! Fancy a PM marrying a DJ?! It's absolutely absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more news and info, check out this site, the independent news site I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/corridors.php?itemid=2566"&gt;http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/corridors.php?itemid=2566&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is pretty long, just some story above there. But the real gist of the story is further down the post. Calling all you malaysians, let me know wad you people think alright? This is definitely a crazy one even if it's not true. :D Let's hope there's another woman name exactly like the S'pore lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of pics on how Jean Danker looks like if you dont know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1848782314264677349?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1848782314264677349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1848782314264677349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1848782314264677349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1848782314264677349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-pak-lah-was-remarried-or-gonna.html' title='OMG, Pak Lah was remarried or gonna marry soon?!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4504241176546711792</id><published>2007-02-22T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:19:02.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your computer expertise is needed.</title><content type='html'>I'll be very thankful if anyone of you who are reading this, to recommend me a good memory to buy. Errr, in other words.. to buy the Ram. My lappie is currently working on a 256MB Ram and it's seriously driving me crazy! It's painfully slow and I'm losing my temper every time it's acting up. It even runs like a tortise and crawls like a snail! I especially wanna cry when it starts up and also when it reach its critical acting up time. I'm also deprived of many programs because I refuse to install anymore new programs. I have already removed those programs that I'm not currently using. And it's still slow! Can anyone tell me wad to do anymore?! Geez. Anyways, just wanna rant here lah. So, if there are any kind souls out there, can you please scout a cheap but good Ram to buy for me? Hehe.. thanks a million! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Slow pokes do get on my nerves. yesh, i'm quite an impatient person. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4504241176546711792?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4504241176546711792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4504241176546711792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4504241176546711792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4504241176546711792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-computer-expertise-is-needed.html' title='Your computer expertise is needed.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9077721217502830718</id><published>2007-02-20T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:05:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Korean Actresses, Hollywood Stars and Asian artistes</title><content type='html'>I am here to give some showbiz gossip. haha, since melanie wanted something about gossip, here i am updating you with some gossip i heard recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now everyone would have heard of the death of Korean actress, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeong Da-Bin&lt;/span&gt;, who hung herself in the bathroom of her boyfriend's apartment. And well, if you haven't, i would have to tell you the news that sadly, you've been cooped up too long in an ulu hole somewhere and its time for you to come out. Freaky how people these days are always committing suicide. Prior to her suicide, another Korean singer, identified to me only as Lee, if i'm not mistaken, also killed herself. Cause of death is unknown. In case you were wondering who the *expletive* is Jeong Da-Bin, here are some pictures of her.  Quite a pretty lass, i must say. Though i have never ever heard of her before in my life. *sheepishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnknkFNmHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R-7cro-UUYY/s1600-h/photo6519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnknkFNmHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R-7cro-UUYY/s320/photo6519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033305426914809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;looks like the other korean actress, but no, its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/Rdnk2UFNmII/AAAAAAAAAEA/fAc6Dn9pAnE/s1600-h/photo1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/Rdnk2UFNmII/AAAAAAAAAEA/fAc6Dn9pAnE/s320/photo1185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033305680317880450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnlXUFNmJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLSkHGL57kM/s1600-h/photo6513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnlXUFNmJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLSkHGL57kM/s320/photo6513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033306247253563538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood stars, how many are interested in them? What's new other than marriages and divorces? Its always the same old thing for publicity. and they call themselves artsy-fartsy people. artsy-fartsy people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be creative! can't they come up with something new?? Apparently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt; thought of something to catch the eye of the papparazzi! Who would have thought that this woman, viewed as a moron to marry the money-sucking K-Fed (aka K-Fuck) could think of such a stunt to pull? so you must be thinking what kinda cheap trick she must be pulling now. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnhfEFNmEI/AAAAAAAAADg/zDqnhSNzoI4/s1600-h/britney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnhfEFNmEI/AAAAAAAAADg/zDqnhSNzoI4/s320/britney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033301982351038530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMG, she's bald!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian artistes... hehe, i think many of you are gonna love me after this. I stumbled upon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edison Chen's blog&lt;/span&gt; and actually its mostly about his products and stuff, but sometimes he does update about his life. English is pretty hip hop-ish kind, but who wouldn't love to have anything to do with edison? that hottie makes people wanna go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooooooh&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahaah. check the site out. its http://blog.honeyee.com/edison/ Love me people, love me.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of his hot pictures for you to dig :) Love me even more now! hahahaha! sorry guys, just wish upon a comet that you'll be as hot as he is, then i'll start posting pictures of you and your blog and stuffs kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig this girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnimUFNmFI/AAAAAAAAADo/CdJigRFYaFo/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnimUFNmFI/AAAAAAAAADo/CdJigRFYaFo/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033303206416717906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnjJEFNmGI/AAAAAAAAADw/tg0yunQ4uRE/s1600-h/170946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnjJEFNmGI/AAAAAAAAADw/tg0yunQ4uRE/s320/170946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033303803417172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, that's all folks. i lazy to upload summore. there's always google if you want pictures :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9077721217502830718?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9077721217502830718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9077721217502830718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9077721217502830718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9077721217502830718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-korean-actresses-hollywood-stars-and.html' title='Of Korean Actresses, Hollywood Stars and Asian artistes'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02633019560449887080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/SawlOGucFbI/AAAAAAAABTo/iQED_GVE5Rk/S220/IMG_3932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xYCPUxiPkNE/RdnknkFNmHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R-7cro-UUYY/s72-c/photo6519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13629290.post-3151932157227675988</id><published>2007-02-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:36:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Upcoming Match-made Couple of the Year.</title><content type='html'>Muahahahaha.. during our CNY celebration, we came up wid the most eligible couple! Both of them are from the class. Hahahaha.. Both of them are similar in many ways as well as very accomodating to each other's needs. Awwww.. how sweet. Click out to watch who the hell we are talking about. You guys can start your guessing game again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One clue to all, both of them can be quite shy. Wahahahahaa. Go figure people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsa80ylOQuA"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsa80ylOQuA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0_o and obviously it's a boy and a girl. Duh...&lt;br /&gt;Remember to go river clyde together to throw 'kam' when it's the 15th day of the new year okie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3151932157227675988?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3151932157227675988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3151932157227675988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3151932157227675988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3151932157227675988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-match-made-couple-of-year.html' title='Best Upcoming Match-made Couple of the Year.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6168279050359790947</id><published>2007-02-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:59:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese Nu Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh man.. this is the first year I'm not home for CNY. As expected Glasgow wouldnt have much publicity about CNY. Damn sad case, because I dont really feel the feeling of CNY like I used to feel when I'm in Msia. Hhahaa.. Also damn sad case lar.. because I dont get to eat the big chinese restaurant dishes and all the cookies.. Arrrghh. How I wish I was home for CNY. And the best part, angpows! I wont be getting them either. Sad sad sad. My mum said dat the dinners are gonna be superb this year. Awww man, taunting me la konon. Hhaahhaa.. But i'll be back next year to kill everyone's pocket. Wahahahaha.. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, will be having a lil' steamboat of our own and some hang out session although stupid essays are killing me.. have to put dat aside to celebrate this big event. Sigh. Fancy myself getting stuck wid 2 assignments during CNY?! This is just bullcrap! Shitty you might wanna say. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.. about the guest blogger thingy.. hehehe.. the guest blogger forbade me to mention who she is.. so you guys man man go chai who la.. until she post up her opening post here. Hahaha.. Can't wait for her to post up too.. just like you guys because.. yeah.. like the chatterbox.. too curious on wad she'll be posting up. LOL.. I'm getting a lil' impatient ade.. muahahahahaha.. faster lar guest blogger.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-6168279050359790947?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/6168279050359790947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=6168279050359790947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6168279050359790947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/6168279050359790947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-nu-year.html' title='Happy Chinese Nu Year!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-3358734854314722267</id><published>2007-02-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:31:40.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter Ego.</title><content type='html'>Hahhaa.. terserempak this test from seventeen.com while browsing around and for curiosity sake I went and did it.. kinda lame la.. hahaha.. but since I like the show big time.. I tried it out. So if you guys wanna give it a try it's at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://auth.seventeen.com/wrapper/funstuff/quizzes/littleblackbook/toc/quiz_question1.epl?iv_arrivalSA=1&amp;iv_cobrandRef=0&amp;amp;iv_arrival_freq=2"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the result for my alter ego is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/results.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. no wonder I felt sad when she left the show.. because she's my alter ego. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. I'm just kiddin'.. hehehe..Well, prolly because I can relate wad she's been going thru.. and prolly because I dont really know how to express myself especially when I'm in front of heaps of people. I prefer keeping certain things to myself. I'm really angry if you get the silent treatment. Lol.. enough said lah. Try it for yourself then. Hahaha.. quite happy also la.. got gifts yesterday for V day.. chocolates, card..etc.. thankiu.. you know who you are. LOL. X'nuff saidX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-3358734854314722267?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/3358734854314722267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=3358734854314722267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3358734854314722267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/3358734854314722267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/alter-ego.html' title='Alter Ego.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4423108009399101156</id><published>2007-02-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:43:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is da V Day.</title><content type='html'>To all my beloved ones, Happy Valentine's Day! Hahhaa.. it's the day again to show your so called *love*. Wahahhaa... I'll be spending da V day with books and assignments.. so ke lian.. *sob* *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. never mind about dat lah... i am ke lian one wad.. hahaha.. anyways.. I havent really made an official entry regarding the matter that I have a guest blogger now. Hhahaa. yea yea.. copycat acrix mar. Hhaha.. nah, I'm just kiddin'. The fact is.. I'm too darn lazy to blog all the time about the 'happening' stuffs la. I like to write more. So I hope my guest blogger will blog all the 'happening' stuffs la k? Hhahaa.. cos lazy lar. Anyways, it's time for her (*hint hint*) to contribute some ideas to the blogging world instead of just being a viewer. Hahhaa.. if you guys are sooo smart to guess who she is.. tell me your answers okie? Til then, be patient til she post up her entry.. which she claims she will when she's got the inspiration. LOL. So guys.. welcome her ba! Wahahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l just end this post again by saying: Happy Valentine's Day ppl! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4423108009399101156?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4423108009399101156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4423108009399101156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4423108009399101156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4423108009399101156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-da-v-day.html' title='This is da V Day.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-9017023612846158042</id><published>2007-02-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:59:13.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSL service tak bagus.</title><content type='html'>Walao.. again and again, I've waited for them to confirm the dates for me to go home.. it never came. First is dat mr. hira booked the wrong dates for us to go home. -_-''' you know when did he book our open return ticks? Hahhaa.. dont laugh your heads off.. it's july 2006. Ohhh gosh.. how can someone be in this business for like eons of years and make such stupid mistake? And at first prolly after realising he has made such stupid mistake.. didnt want to reply neno's mails.. And now he cant even confirm everyone's date for going home. I just dont understand wad is his problem. Neno already made a freaking nice and neat table consisting of everyone's return dates and everything.. and yet he still cant do his thing right. He's still got the cheek to miss out some of the names. Arrrrghh.. I just dont understnad wad is his problem. Poor neno have to liase with him again and again.. I just dont get him no more. He's definitely pissing me off to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know wad he's gonna tell me next, is they dont have the exact date I wanna go home. Arrrrgghh.. dat time I'll really burst.. I'll chop him into pieces.. I wanna go home on the date I want! Arrrrgghh.. Damn stress now.. got assignmetns and also results to do.. and have to start from scratch somemore.. wanna cry ade... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. will let you know the freaking resutls of the dates thingy. I do hope I get my date after all the kecoh of waiting and being missed out. And to the juniors of IMU or wherever dat MSL is in charge.. hahaha.. make shure if you really want to sign up under this company.. think thrice.. no no.. think a million more times than dat.. argh.. you might just end up not even getting the stuff you've paid for.. and also you'll be paying for --&gt; EMPTY PROMISES. Hahaha.. think about it. How I wish our seniors last time would warn us beforehand. Grrr. Ohh yeah, dont fall into his trap, actually our visa is valid til 31st October..it's not like i'll stay til dat time la.. but the fact dat he lied.. He buat pandai say it's until 31st july only.. so dat he can earn our money to buy the return tickets from him.. smart or not him? tsk tsk tsk.. cunning to the max la this cheater.. arghhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-9017023612846158042?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/9017023612846158042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=9017023612846158042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9017023612846158042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/9017023612846158042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/msl-service-tak-bagus.html' title='MSL service tak bagus.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-974047796849447232</id><published>2007-02-10T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T03:01:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell me why you say you tell me you dowan tur kwa when you didnt?</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha.. yay! One test down! :D This podcast was sent to me by my sis mebbe a couple of months ago? Hhahaa.. but I guarantee you dat it's a hilarious one! Hahhaa.. you must listen to it! There are bits and pieces of hokkien and other dialects la. Not very shure which one. Hehhee.. This podcast was made by mr. brown.. if you're interested in his further podcast.. hahaa.. you can go to his page: &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;http://www.mrbrown.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me wad you guys think about this bak chor mee story k? Hahahaha.. it's damn hilarious. Some excerpts from the podcast story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouthful sentences starts.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Chor Mee Man:&lt;/strong&gt; You agree or not?? Dat you ne'er say you dowan tur kwa.. Can you tell me why you say you tell me you dowan tur kwa when you didnt? Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Look.. can we move along now and let me eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Chor Mee Man:&lt;/strong&gt; No no no.. you exprain to me first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Explain wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Chor Mee Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Exprain why you say you tell me you dowan tur kwa when you didnt say you dowan tur kwa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Wad the.. okok.. I'm sorry ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Chor Mee Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry not enough.. you must exprain why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer:&lt;/strong&gt; Explain why wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Chor Mee Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Exprain why you say you tell me you dowan tur kwa when you didnt say you dowan tur kwa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*story continues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="MediaPlayer" height=46 classid="CLSID:22D6f312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95" standby="Loading Windows Media Player components..." type="application/x-oleobject" codebase="http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=6,4,7,1112"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="filename" value="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/31/717546/tmbs-060501-the_persistently_non-political_podcast_no6.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="Showcontrols" value="True"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="False"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-974047796849447232?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/974047796849447232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=974047796849447232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/974047796849447232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/974047796849447232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-you-tell-me-why-you-say-you-tell-me.html' title='Can you tell me why you say you tell me you dowan tur kwa when you didnt?'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4441718739900496565</id><published>2007-02-06T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:24:30.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49th Annual Grammy Awards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/49screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally the grammy awards is here again. LOL. Macam we can get live telecast here.. sigh.. hopefully they will have it live.. *fingers crossed*. Or else Malaysian channela are reaaaallly wayyyy better than the channels here lah. The grammy will be held at this time and date on an american channel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/Grammys_160x125_sunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's nominees include high pitched guy James Blunt, Dixie Chicks, country fella Keith Urban.. my favourite Coldplay, previous american idol winner Carrie Underwood, rock band Red Hot Chilli Peppers as well as many more.. cant really remember ade.. but you can get the nominees' list here at this webbie, if you're interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grammy.com/GRAMMY_Awards/49th_Show/list.aspx"&gt;http://www.grammy.com/GRAMMY_Awards/49th_Show/list.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll leave you with a James Blunt song. Hahhaa.. Dont think this song is nominated.. but it's one of my favourite songs anyways. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="MediaPlayer" height=46 classid="CLSID:22D6f312-B0F6-11D0-94AB-0080C74C7E95" standby="Loading Windows Media Player components..." type="application/x-oleobject" codebase="http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=6,4,7,1112"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="filename" value="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/31/717546/James%20Blunt%20-%20Tears%20And%20Rain.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="Showcontrols" value="True"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="False"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4441718739900496565?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4441718739900496565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4441718739900496565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4441718739900496565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4441718739900496565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/49th-annual-grammy-awards.html' title='49th Annual Grammy Awards!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-4387905015584385887</id><published>2007-02-05T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:09:42.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries Mania!</title><content type='html'>We (malau &amp; me) headed for groceries shopping on Friday. I didnt attend the workshop in the morning because I was too tired after the Ceilidh aftermath. Hahaha.. Anywyas, we still had to go for some groceries shopping despite the muscle aches and the tiredness as our fridge is practically empty. Well, we've started on our route of shopping to chung ying as most of our chinese stuffs were almost gone.. We bought quite a lot of stuffs on our first stop. Sigh, not shure how are we gonna continue to the next 2 stops. We brought our bags as usual to carry the stuffs we've bought. Next, we went to farmfoods. Well, we gotta deny buying loads of stuff as we really didn't wanna have a hard time carrying them home. Errr.. by the second stop, we were half dead already because the bags were all filled up.. and we have to use our hands to carry them now. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After farmfoods, we continued to Marks &amp; Spencer for our shopping. We bought quite a number of stuff there as well. After we've paid up, I rested upon some chairs dat were available in the supermarket with a trolley full of stuff. An old lady about in her 70s, who was sitting next to me asked.. "Hey.. are you girls having a party sometime soon?".. And she was looking at out trolley full of stuff.. I was in total shock cause I wasnt really prepared answering these kind of questions.. and I replied.. "Yeah.." (hahaha.. actually, we're not.) And she continued by saying, "Can I join you guys for the party?".. I was like grinning there.. thinking.. shucks, wad should I say next? Anywyas, I think I forgot wad I said and I declined her kua.. And she continued to say some stuffs which I forgot.. some cerita of her own lah.. hahaha... anyways, we're not really having a party.. LOL... so ... &lt;br /&gt;Before we left, I said.. "Well, we've gotta go now.. you take care yeah?" and the old lady and us laughed and she said, "Enjoy the party.. :D" I'm like.. -_-*&lt;br /&gt;After going off.. I thought to myself, shucks, I've said the wrong thing. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. wadever it is.. after dat, we've got a hard time carrying all the stuffs home.. we rested several stops before we could reach our unit and my arms were like.. omg, it's really gonna come off now since it was already not working well after the dance the day before.. Still mamanged to survive and carry all the stuffs back.. but now.. the bad news is, I can't even lift up my hands straight in the air. Bathe also susah.. sigh. Paid 5 pounds to kena torture.. wahahaha.. I'm just kiddin'. Anyways, we were proud of ourselves for carrying all these stuffs back wid our own hands. So we took some pictures of wad we've bought for 2 mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff we bought from chung ying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/31.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff we bought from farmfoods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/32.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff we bought from M&amp;S..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/33.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stuffs together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/34.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be our free labourer next time? Ahahahaha.. Dat would be kind of you.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-4387905015584385887?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/4387905015584385887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=4387905015584385887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4387905015584385887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/4387905015584385887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/groceries-mania.html' title='Groceries Mania!'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-547198456090245869</id><published>2007-02-04T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:39:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Ceilidh Thang..</title><content type='html'>Alright, we're suppose to learn a few steps on scottish dancing.. and man.. can i say this dance is damn rough! -_-''' I've got pulled, fling, swing, spinned you name it, I've got it lah.. overall being tortured. The next day.. full blast dislocation of the right arm. :\ Somemore danced like every dance.. prolly 14/15 dance i went. My shoulders damn painful now.. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say it's good fun above all the torturing.. -_-'''. Alot of photos coming up.. cos rajin ade.. lol.. no la.. cos can let you guys see the scottish culture ma.. yea right. Hahhaa.. anyways, enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out.. as a gang.. as usual..&lt;br /&gt;Wid Kalai in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/1-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/35.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. the dance started.. by our own lecturers. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like anne boyter is enjoying it.. wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/3-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippy Julienne Johnson with her hubby! Awwww.. so loving.. everybody say: 'Awwwwwwww.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/4-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malau got pulled by one of our lecturers for the first dance.. hehehe.. malau very attractive.. hehehe.. malau is a pretty malau.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/6-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Video snippet on the dance thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EssiwUUtil4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EssiwUUtil4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. some of them got pretty restless of waiting for their turn to dance.. their looks were like 'when is my turn..?? I want my turn right now.. sigh...' hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/2-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. let the dance begin!&lt;br /&gt;Neno discussing her moves with her partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/5-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalai and me in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/7-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/8-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/9-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ is reaaaaaaally enjoying the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/10-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine wid Kalai in action. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/17-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine and SV in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/18-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neno and Kimi princess so called 'dancing'.. macam kung fu hustle la.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/19-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neno kena pok mong by agnes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/20-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malau and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/21-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da gang in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/22-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being tortured! -_-* Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/16-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang wid the peace sign. We love peace and we are peace makers.. wth?! Hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy Lion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/11-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaovin wid her pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/12-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/15-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang's peace together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/13-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything.. we sung Joe a birthday song.. it was his birthday in 10 minute's time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy as the king. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/23-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance.. went to Mamak Lee for supper.. hehehe..had the nice longan tong sui and some malaysian style kerepek plus green tea.. :) Hehehhe.. Would love to visit this mamak again.. since there are none available in Glasgow.. so I guess this is the best one.. Prolly Mamak Lee might wanna extend the menu with teh tarik, roti tissue, roti canai and telur and maggie goreng.. shure rich in no time.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neno mamak lee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/28.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy customers of mamak lee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malau and kimi princess.. wid their longan tong sui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/29.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous mamak lee signboard tongsui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longan tongsui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/24-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/25-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kerepeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerepek ikan bilis.. hahaha.. never had this for like a decade now.. used to eat it in bas sekolah last time.. uncle likes to sell it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/26.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerepek kentang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me posing wid the kerepeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/30.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home from mamak at about 3am plus.. hahaha.. thanks mamak lee for the tasty stuffs you offer. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last but not LEAST.. the photo of the event.. the best photo of all photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you.. model YT... wid her model pose and model smile! Bwahahaahaha.. nice leh~ The hot and upcoming model. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a284/muh_photos/14-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-547198456090245869?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/547198456090245869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=547198456090245869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/547198456090245869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/547198456090245869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-ceilidh-thang_03.html' title='It&apos;s The Ceilidh Thang..'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-1840522133767339571</id><published>2007-02-02T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:10:56.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song For the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/1/31/717546/Sufjan%20Stevens%20-%20To%20Be%20Alone%20with%20You.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the singer Sufjan Steven's 'To Be Alone With You'. One of my friends introduced this to me. I personally find these kind of songs are something new to the ears. Soothing to the ears as well. Well, I think the genre is somewhere between indie rock or folk? Hhahaa.. Not very shure.. but I'm shure it has a unique flavour in it. Something you would wanna try on for something new. =) Hahaha.. and I also found this song kinda familiar when my friend first sent it to me. Like I've heard it somewhere before. And true enough, it's one of the OC's soundtrack played during the scene of Johnny's funeral in Season 3 of the OC. Kewl Stuff. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13629290-1840522133767339571?l=celakastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/feeds/1840522133767339571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13629290&amp;postID=1840522133767339571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1840522133767339571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13629290/posts/default/1840522133767339571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celakastories.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-for-day.html' title='Song For the Day.'/><author><name>Tatty Teddy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13629290.post-6560401555984274969</id><published>2007-02-01T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:11:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who has yet to make their visit.</title><content type='html'>You must be wondering.. wad kind of visit. LOL. If this is your concern, it should be your GP visit. To those who shares the same GP with me.. I guess I'll just share it here on how to make your way to the GP's surgery. First of all, you have to make shure that your surgery falls in Kings Park Avenue. Heh, no worries, it's still within glasgow. Make your way to the bus stop which is situated the same row as Burger King in Sauchiehall Street. Alright alright, let me explain further.. imagine you're at the sauchiehall street and as you walk along, you will see Burger King on your right.. but don't turn right to Burger King.. instead, turn to your left and the correct bus stop should be the second one after you've turned. There will be bus stop signs at each bus stop.. so start looking for the number 75. Take the number 75 bus and it will take you to the south side of Glasgow (I think). The journey takes about 30 minutes.. prolly even more.. and stop at Menock Road. The Menock Road bus stop is fairly easy to recognise.. it's situated in front of an empty land. The empty land is between a row of houses. Prolly the empty land is not bought over yet or something.. it's covered wid grass and it should be on your left. Alight there and turn to your right when alighting. Walk straight on until you see a small little alley on your left. Make the left turn into the small alley and finish walking the small alley... until you see another big road with 2 rows of houses.. turn to your left again and look for the surgery which is number 274. The surgery is not a shoplot.. it's house-kind like surgery... Lo and behold, you've reached the surgery. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to go back to the City Centre? Hahhaa.. Walk back to the Menock Road where you've alighted and walk to the bus stop opposite the one you've alighted and wait again for the number 75 bus. Going back should be easier since you know when you've came from. 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