<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkICSX0zfCp7ImA9Wx5TFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473</id><updated>2010-08-01T07:22:48.384+08:00</updated><title>Evie's Checklist</title><subtitle type='html'>Livin Life N' Lovin Loud</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Evie Juanita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046026183239765286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQARn4zfCp7ImA9WxFaEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-313890309063557580</id><published>2010-07-15T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:52:27.084+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-15T10:52:27.084+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>High Horses</title><content type='html'>Life makes unexpected turns when you're on a high horse.. Just so that when you fall, the impact is bigger for you to learn from.. I think i have fallen from high horses all my life, and i am sure many of you have experienced the same..&lt;br /&gt;
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What baffles me is that the earth is 2010 years old and through all civilizations, no one has actually got the hand of life.. I wish there were a guide book, that someone can write, just to tell us how to mend things like a broken heart and make painful memories go away..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TD53yQGmjKI/AAAAAAAABV8/Mzr4nJyc3ow/s1600/6477heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TD53yQGmjKI/AAAAAAAABV8/Mzr4nJyc3ow/s320/6477heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We say this and that, giving meanings to everything we do in our everyday lives but at the end of the day, we sometimes wonder, where have we been and where are we going? And, the most important question has to be if we are getting to our destination the right way?&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't deny that i have had a life full of love.. I have my mom to thank when it comes to loving people.. I only want to duplicate the way she loves because she does it so selflessly.. Although her destination was not really something she had wished and planned for.. her journey is worth a million dollars..&lt;br /&gt;
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I am striving to make my journey of life a billion dollars.. To remember all the basic values of love, purity and sincerity, the virtues of being humble and understanding, the duty of being someone responsible, trustworthy and committed and finally the individuality of being me..&lt;br /&gt;
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We all have 7 people in this world who might look like us.. but with the greatness of God, we all have our own individual flaws.. Its those flaws that make us who we are.. But what really gives a distinction is the way we give our hearts to the people we love..&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart is waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-313890309063557580?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/313890309063557580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=313890309063557580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/313890309063557580?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/313890309063557580?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/07/high-horses.html' title='High Horses'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TD53yQGmjKI/AAAAAAAABV8/Mzr4nJyc3ow/s72-c/6477heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAARXczeyp7ImA9WxFbGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-3505954806621575690</id><published>2010-07-13T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:45:44.983+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-13T11:45:44.983+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Grief Knows No Timing</title><content type='html'>Let me share with you a story of a beautiful, young, kind hearted and happy-go-lucky friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;
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We first met each other through one of my classmates back in the uni.. At first glance i knew that she's someone who was filled with fun, joy and laughter.. someone who always knew how to have fun.. Over the years we became closer as i found out that she lives just opposite my aunts place, which is also like 3 minutes away from my place.. Although we&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;meet up often but effort to try and meet up was always there..&lt;br /&gt;
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I was really glad the last time i was in KL, my dear friend offered to cook for me.. Could be because of all the posts i posted on my Facebook wall about missing food in KL.. Could be also because of her kind heart.. her Tom Yam was delicious and the thought that she had put in effort to cook and invited me over to her home for lunch.. Will be something that will stick with me forever..&lt;br /&gt;
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She's been madly in love with her boyfriend of many years.. They were together since our Uni days and still going strong while i have been in and out of relationships through this time.. I admire their love for each other but since i don't know her bf that much, I admire my friend for sticking with the relationship through thick and thin.. She's always a good friend and no doubt will make an excellent wife..&lt;br /&gt;
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After all that thick and thin, i got a message from her saying that she's getting engaged this weekend.. I was so happy to hear the news, something a long time coming and is meant to be.. Unfortunately, i will not be able to go for her engagement but i was so so happy for her..&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, i found out that her father had moved on to a better place.. and it brought me to tears..&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been going through such a hard times these past few months, receiving this news made me ashamed of how i have been pitying myself and wondering why all these things are happening to me.. I am just so ashamed that I couldn't think about how other people might be suffering worst than me..&lt;br /&gt;
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To my dear dear friend.. Please accept my condolences.. I know that you will be able to get through this hard time with your mom and family, because i can see how strong you are.. And i know that you are meant to be with your uni sweetheart and i look forward to meet u soon and see your happy face on your wedding day..&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish i can be there with you, because i know what it feels like to lose someone dear to your heart.. I hope this acts as a replacement of me being there and comforts you the way i sincerely would..&lt;br /&gt;
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I leave you with this beautiful quote, love you dear.. please take care..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was going through my blog today and it&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;me that out of the 12 checklist i have, I've only achieved one of it. But then after more careful observation, i&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;something.. In my "Makin Big Bucks" post, i posted a pic of a 20 US dollar note.. and guess what.. i am getting money in USD now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this makes me a firm believer of the wish board - you know the board where you post pics of all the things you want in life and look at it everyday, it will bound to happen because you will be&amp;nbsp;subconscious&amp;nbsp;working towards it.. my wish board is in KL now though.. to big to bring it to Spore..&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmm.. anyway.. i consider this as one thing done in my checklist because i was able to sponsor my mom a trip to Singapore :) Which was awesome! It felt great to receive an email and sms from my mom after the trip.. i cant paste the sms, so i'll just paste the email.. followed by some pics :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-8206547769733828742?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/8206547769733828742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=8206547769733828742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8206547769733828742?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8206547769733828742?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/07/makin-big-bucks-partially-done.html' title='Makin Big Bucks - Partially Done!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TDWaYrzK9sI/AAAAAAAABVM/szo8FXedito/s72-c/33988_415814420418_624430418_4493751_2449211_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYDRnk4cSp7ImA9WxFbFUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-1701877188745598691</id><published>2010-07-08T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:09:37.739+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-08T17:09:37.739+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>my heart dropped 10 floors..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TDWVuOaVPKI/AAAAAAAABU8/mFVGJ-qlI0E/s1600/falling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TDWVuOaVPKI/AAAAAAAABU8/mFVGJ-qlI0E/s320/falling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-1701877188745598691?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/1701877188745598691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=1701877188745598691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/1701877188745598691?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/1701877188745598691?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-heart-dropped-10-floors.html' title='my heart dropped 10 floors..'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TDWVuOaVPKI/AAAAAAAABU8/mFVGJ-qlI0E/s72-c/falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4BQHszfSp7ImA9WxFWGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-4436055996058908483</id><published>2010-06-07T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:22:31.585+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-07T01:22:31.585+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title>Tied Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAvZF5xPssI/AAAAAAAABU0/5ujuBh2v8_U/s1600/sad-clown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAvZF5xPssI/AAAAAAAABU0/5ujuBh2v8_U/s400/sad-clown.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u go through life with a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;
no one knows what you are actually feeling inside..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u laugh at jokes like you want to laugh&lt;br /&gt;
but no one knows you're just acting like everything is ok..&lt;br /&gt;
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u engage in a conversation with people around you&lt;br /&gt;
with them not knowing, you are actually thinking of all the hurdles you have to pass..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u make life seem fun and interesting to others&lt;br /&gt;
but they have no idea what a roller coaster garbage it has been..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u act like you have your life planned out&lt;br /&gt;
no one knows you are actually lost..&lt;br /&gt;
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u make it seem like you are strong and everything is ok but no one knows you are crying out for help..&lt;br /&gt;
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u teach people to live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;
only to find yourself stranded at the end of the road..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-4436055996058908483?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/4436055996058908483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=4436055996058908483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4436055996058908483?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4436055996058908483?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/06/tied-up.html' title='Tied Up'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAvZF5xPssI/AAAAAAAABU0/5ujuBh2v8_U/s72-c/sad-clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYFRX89cSp7ImA9WxFWFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-621418469730326984</id><published>2010-06-04T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:35:14.169+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-04T17:35:14.169+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Greetings..</title><content type='html'>Heard of the saying, its all the little things that matter in life? A lifetime of little things can give more meaning compared to the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;big things.. For example, a kiss before you sleep by a loved one, can mean more than the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;flower that arrives at your door..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, they may not be from a lover, it could be from a friend or even a stranger.. certain things can be the smallest gesture but make your day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAjICwypLxI/AAAAAAAABUk/WzsNRzBaZyY/s1600/a+note+to+say+hi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAjICwypLxI/AAAAAAAABUk/WzsNRzBaZyY/s320/a+note+to+say+hi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning on the way to work, I greet a&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;lady who looks like a small girl. She's probably about 4 feet 3 inches and works at a tailoring shop that opens at around 10.10am.. She is always in front of the shop reading her newspaper by 9.45am.. Every time she sees me, she will smile and i think she says "good morning" because i usually have my MP3 on at this time.. So i smile and say good morning as well.. day after day, 5 days a week, i see her in the morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week, i have been in KL for a business trip.. and I think she noticed my absence coz when i saw her today, she waved! :) like she was excited to see me again after the 3 days :) it really made my day to have someone, some what of a stranger, looking forward to smile at me in the morning.. to tell you the truth, i look out for her every morning as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, i usually talk to an old man, an uncle who works at the jewelry store below my office. He always smiles and say good bye or take care when he sees me leaving the office.. The other day, he was looking up unto our building roof and so when i came down, i asked him, what he was looking at.. and he said that there was a leaking pipe and he was worried it the water does not flow down, that&amp;nbsp;mosquitoes&amp;nbsp;will start to breed.. He then went on to say that he was particularly tired that day.. After a long period of &amp;nbsp;hi and bye, we finally had our first conversation.. and it gave me the impression that he was probably a good caring over-worked father..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, i love these 2 routines in my daily working life.. its a good start to a busy day and a good end to a tiring day.. i hope for the best for these two people who add spice to my mornings and nights.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-621418469730326984?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/621418469730326984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=621418469730326984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/621418469730326984?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/621418469730326984?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/06/greetings.html' title='Greetings..'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAjICwypLxI/AAAAAAAABUk/WzsNRzBaZyY/s72-c/a+note+to+say+hi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4DQXg8cSp7ImA9WxFWE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-8125892698265737522</id><published>2010-06-01T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:56:10.679+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-01T00:56:10.679+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title>Souless Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAPqEif-1SI/AAAAAAAABUc/ETtDB7s00ME/s1600/Heart-and-Soul--%25A9-Liora-2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAPqEif-1SI/AAAAAAAABUc/ETtDB7s00ME/s320/Heart-and-Soul--%25A9-Liora-2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a heart beats with the pureness of time..&lt;br /&gt;
never skipping a beat..&lt;br /&gt;
live in itself skips many fantasies..&lt;br /&gt;
and leaves you with the reality of the end..&lt;br /&gt;
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see the bareness of the feelings..&lt;br /&gt;
sought after a lifetime of heartache..&lt;br /&gt;
leaving the soul with no where to roam..&lt;br /&gt;
but at the mercy of love and hate..&lt;br /&gt;
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the pain of keeping sane alone..&lt;br /&gt;
kills the sanity in itself..&lt;br /&gt;
the doubt of having happiness with all its wonders..&lt;br /&gt;
may just let the heart stop..&lt;br /&gt;
in itself the soul stop..&lt;br /&gt;
and everything else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-8125892698265737522?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/8125892698265737522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=8125892698265737522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8125892698265737522?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8125892698265737522?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/06/souless-pleasure.html' title='Souless Pleasure'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/TAPqEif-1SI/AAAAAAAABUc/ETtDB7s00ME/s72-c/Heart-and-Soul--%25A9-Liora-2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAERnc9fSp7ImA9WxFWE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-4570358810608789252</id><published>2010-05-26T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:51:47.965+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-01T00:51:47.965+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title>Dark Night</title><content type='html'>Imagine if you will, a crystal clear moon against a dark blue sky..&lt;br /&gt;
Now imagine the color of the sky pouring into the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
Making it dark and black..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_y18G1b-WI/AAAAAAAABUU/xtadPF_n0qY/s1600/570131816_9ca798c778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_y18G1b-WI/AAAAAAAABUU/xtadPF_n0qY/s320/570131816_9ca798c778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon gives light to the world..&lt;br /&gt;
A blackened moon simply means a black world..&lt;br /&gt;
Sure you can take out your torch..&lt;br /&gt;
It only helps you see 1 minute worth of walk..&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine then, a little boy..&lt;br /&gt;
With his&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;shorts and tucked in stripped shirt..&lt;br /&gt;
All alone in the dark..&lt;br /&gt;
Any normal human being would share the torch and more with him..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He acts with&amp;nbsp;discipline, full of manners&lt;br /&gt;
You would think he had came from a good pair of parents&lt;br /&gt;
They taught him well, you would think&lt;br /&gt;
But many don't&amp;nbsp;realize, a naughty boy, can be a product of good parents as well..&lt;br /&gt;
He just chooses to be naughty..&lt;br /&gt;
Vise Versa..&lt;br /&gt;
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Being all that he is, its easy for you..&lt;br /&gt;
To think only the best of him..&lt;br /&gt;
Until he starts his creeping in the night..&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly swallowing one soul, two souls..&lt;br /&gt;
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Til it finally hits you..&lt;br /&gt;
In dark nights,&amp;nbsp;lurk&amp;nbsp;dark things..&lt;br /&gt;
All have been consumed..&lt;br /&gt;
Some manage to escape..&lt;br /&gt;
Some emerge heroes..&lt;br /&gt;
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But some, that you love dearly..&lt;br /&gt;
Get sucked into the&amp;nbsp;whirlpool&amp;nbsp;of mental struggle&lt;br /&gt;
And sway like the leaves before dying off..&lt;br /&gt;
You wish there were no winds present..&lt;br /&gt;
To halt the swaying, hoping there's still time..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Probably, you think, you can save them&lt;br /&gt;
before being permanently erased..&lt;br /&gt;
But you know for a fact that..&lt;br /&gt;
Only people who have experienced the devil in disguise&lt;br /&gt;
Will know of its evil..&lt;br /&gt;
And fight til the end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-4570358810608789252?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/4570358810608789252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=4570358810608789252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4570358810608789252?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4570358810608789252?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='Dark Night'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_y18G1b-WI/AAAAAAAABUU/xtadPF_n0qY/s72-c/570131816_9ca798c778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAERnc9fip7ImA9WxFWE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-2612857741589432404</id><published>2010-05-20T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:51:47.966+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-01T00:51:47.966+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title>1 and abroad.</title><content type='html'>Its really easy to block your feelings out.. i should know, as i have been doing it for years.. life doesnt always pan out like you expect it to.. there's a famous saying that goes, "you can only plan, in the end, it is still God who decides your life's occurrences"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its really easy to stay positive once you get the hang of it, i should know, as i have been doing it for years.. but every now and then, the negativity just catches up to you.. and snapping out of it, is like moving is quick sand.. either you stay still and only time will tell how long you survive, or fight your way out, grabbing every branch and stick you can find..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_QXavMYQ5I/AAAAAAAABUM/zzI8LxKV1x4/s1600/Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_QXavMYQ5I/AAAAAAAABUM/zzI8LxKV1x4/s320/Alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lives are as such.. you can be happy one day and get bitch slapped the next.. and sometimes you dont feel the pain of that slap until a few seconds after it had hit you.. I am thankful for everything i have in my life now.. I am able to survive in a foreign land and still have the heart to smile and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;
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The book of my life has been written thus far, but where do i go from now? Which turning do i take? What choices do i make? what will be written in the continuation of my life's story? No one can answer all these questions but me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only, it were that easy..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are many things that disappoint me about my life thus far.. but i know that it is the things that i am proud of that can help me move forward, even if its little baby steps.. there are so many things that i wish, i want, i can, i must achieve but cant help to feel like sometimes, the road is just a dead end..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Turning back and taking another route, is not a walk in the park. You may think you have found something along the way back to that new route but this something that you have found, must want to follow you on this new route too.. otherwise, you just where you were before..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess i am at a point in my life where, everything has come crashing down like ashes from an urn. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only pray that i have the strength and will power to continue to look for new ways build up a life that is meaningful again.. at times like these, friends are important.. but i also think that at times like these.. some time alone, to reflect would do some good..&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear God, keep my grandmother near you always, bless my ever supportive mother for all her sacrifices through the years, keep my dear family and friends always in your view, protect everyone who comes in contact with me and most importantly give me the strength to glide through your trials and tribulations with grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-2612857741589432404?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/2612857741589432404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=2612857741589432404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/2612857741589432404?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/2612857741589432404?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-taken-end.html' title='1 and abroad.'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S_QXavMYQ5I/AAAAAAAABUM/zzI8LxKV1x4/s72-c/Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4ASH45fyp7ImA9WxBbGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-3419251248596940741</id><published>2010-03-19T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:19:09.027+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-19T18:19:09.027+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>KL This Weekend! WooHooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-3419251248596940741?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/3419251248596940741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=3419251248596940741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3419251248596940741?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3419251248596940741?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/03/kl-this-weekend-woohooo.html' title='KL This Weekend! WooHooo!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S6NNsRzqhsI/AAAAAAAABKM/JnKtQvdacbE/s72-c/skyline_of_kuala_lumpur_malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEDQnYyeCp7ImA9WxBUEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-7341069365180931344</id><published>2010-02-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:21:13.890+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-26T23:21:13.890+08:00</app:edited><title>What am I watchin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4fmwzzQh5I/AAAAAAAABJU/W25uUsMSGxc/s1600-h/Cambodian_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4fmwzzQh5I/AAAAAAAABJU/W25uUsMSGxc/s320/Cambodian_children.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am currently in the hall of my home, watching Tracking the Pedophiles on the Crime and Investigation channel. It is quite phenomena in Cambodia, where older men can simply adopt more than 3 or 4 children at a time. And its not even legal adoption, its parental papers, done illegally by law but recognised by the people.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's worst, these pedophiles give $50 USD to the families of children they want to adopt and because of the financial distress, the $50 is accepted with a happy smile. The kid that is adopted is given $80 and a cell phone, which is equivalent to 3 months salary in Cambodia. Therefore this man, who is actually a devil in disguise is known as a kind-hearted man. Imagine the irony of that!&lt;br /&gt;
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These children do not like what is being done to them but close a blind eye when they receive drinks, money and things from these pedophiles and the only reason for this, strangely enough is not so much the poverty level but more of the lack of education. Teachers are only being paid $20 and therefore have to ask the children for $5 each, or the teachers themselves will not be able to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always felt like dropping whatever i have going on for me to go to these kinds of places to help people in need, especially children. But somehow, at this point in time, i do not think i have the strength to face all the cruelty in the world, which makes me feel like a failure as a human being. But at the same time, i do think i need to be practical and real because i will not be able to help anyone if i cant keep myself together.&lt;br /&gt;
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So im writing this blog, as replacement of my being there to help. Maybe, just maybe someone who has just inherited a fortune is looking for a place fit for his or her money. No one can stress anymore, the importance of education, especially for children of younger ages.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also writing this to help people realise how important isit to be grateful for what you have. I am grateful to be living in a country where education, food and shelter is widely available for young children. The next time you are unhappy about your life, think about the 4 year old girl who was raped by a 50 year old man in Cambodia, or Nurin Jazlin, someone closer to home whose body was found in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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May their souls rest in peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-7341069365180931344?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/7341069365180931344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=7341069365180931344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/7341069365180931344?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/7341069365180931344?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-am-i-watchin.html' title='What am I watchin?'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4fmwzzQh5I/AAAAAAAABJU/W25uUsMSGxc/s72-c/Cambodian_children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUER3s4cCp7ImA9WxBVF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-837645651317122940</id><published>2010-02-19T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:50:06.538+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-21T16:50:06.538+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzrqF_wbI/AAAAAAAABJI/_DERe4AhD_k/s1600-h/3+-+chilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzrqF_wbI/AAAAAAAABJI/_DERe4AhD_k/s400/3+-+chilling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440616281222922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i started working, the weekend has a whole lot more meaning to me.. i hope to do the impossible tasks i setup for myself entailing home chores, mostly.. with ofcourse, setting some time to just laze around infront of the TV!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont get me wrong, i love my current job.. but i am not a morning person! its so good that my boss allows me to come in at 10am.. but being a human-being, i still complain.. hehe i know, i know.. its just wrong to use my species as a means to make an excuse.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i hope all of you have a good and hopefully, still productive weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: i have a whole set of gossip girl season 2 and desperate housewives season 5 - just waiting for my attention! i hope to give at least one of them, the attention that they deserve! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-837645651317122940?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/837645651317122940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=837645651317122940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/837645651317122940?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/837645651317122940?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzrqF_wbI/AAAAAAAABJI/_DERe4AhD_k/s72-c/3+-+chilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYARHo5fip7ImA9WxBVF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-4219925006097991878</id><published>2010-02-14T04:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:49:05.426+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-21T16:49:05.426+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Life in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4Dzcwta-cI/AAAAAAAABJA/aBiAtLDC0_4/s1600-h/717413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4Dzcwta-cI/AAAAAAAABJA/aBiAtLDC0_4/s400/717413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440616025300859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Singapore, saposedly to continue my studies.. i did it with a heavy heart as i believe, Malaysians are very patriotic.. well, at least i love my country for its beauty and all the wonders it brings.. (cant express my love for the government though, not now at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food, cheap food, easy and relaxed life, my family, easy access to almost anywhere around KL with my car, friends, my cute spoilt dog, affordable standard of living, or in a 4 letter word, home :) So i was reluctant to leave.. especially since i knew spore was so expensive and that i would have to hold back on many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ive been here now for.. about 8 months, full-time that is.. and singapore is dawning on me.. i guess that's just human nature.. you grow fond of things that you repeatedly exposed to.. but life has been ok so far.. i mean, better than expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive made new friends, got a good and promising job, have gotten used to taking public transport again.. (hehe), reliable though (not like malaysia), the food.. err not so great but there are places you can go to get good enough food (at a price, focourse) so i dont miss Malaysian food that much.. most importantly, its safe here.. i can be out til late and not have to worry about taking a cab, wondering if the driver is going to rape me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue, i can wear whatever i want without close minded people starring at me.. ofcourse there are the occasional foreigners - indians especially, who stare till their eyes pop out, it irritates me to the bone. These are the only times i find, in my life, that i have bad intentions - like blinding them! Other than that, not every tom, dick &amp;amp; harry is trying to pick you up - to the extent, i wonder if i am still appealing to look at.. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i would say that other than the high cost of living, pricy houses and cars, Singapore is a pretty good country to live in.. i'm giving myself about 5 - 8 years, hopefully my boss opens an office in KL and i could move back, comfortably with a hefty savings of SGDs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, i would definately recommend sending your kids to study in Singapore, then they can get a job here, better pay than malaysia for sure, just that you have to be a little on the thrifty side.. thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the wake of a chinese new year, i wish everyone a prosperous year and to all you love giving people out there, happy valentine's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-4219925006097991878?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/4219925006097991878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=4219925006097991878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4219925006097991878?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4219925006097991878?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-in-singapore.html' title='Life in Singapore'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4Dzcwta-cI/AAAAAAAABJA/aBiAtLDC0_4/s72-c/717413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcCQ3o9fyp7ImA9WxBVF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-4779701097748324368</id><published>2009-07-30T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:47:42.467+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-21T16:47:42.467+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Checklist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Life in the Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzGQvCXBI/AAAAAAAABI4/FI3jJyIPcHk/s1600-h/actiefotoNick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzGQvCXBI/AAAAAAAABI4/FI3jJyIPcHk/s400/actiefotoNick2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440615638760578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger i use to feed off having too many things to do in a short period of time.. the adrenalin rush you get when you know your reaching a hollow closing.. but now as i grow older, the feeling comes and goes.. i am feeling it now which is why i am doing so many things at one time.. and i thought since i have not updated my blog in like ages,  i will make time, at least 5 minutes for my fav past time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Singapore has been fast.. coming home today got me taking a long deep breathe of relief as things are much much more relaxed here.. dont get me wrong.. i like it in Singapore very much.. no crazy ass people waiting to snatch you of your belongings and such.. but Malaysia with all its crime and corruption, still feels like home.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting myself ready for a whole month of ship shape work work work as i will be juggling 2 or more things at a time and i am looking forward to it now.. i dont know how i will feel when the time comes but.. hehehe.. right now, its all i can think about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my checklist for the coming month would be to endure butt whopping mutli-tasking without complaining... let's see how i do.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-4779701097748324368?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/4779701097748324368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=4779701097748324368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4779701097748324368?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4779701097748324368?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/S4DzGQvCXBI/AAAAAAAABI4/FI3jJyIPcHk/s72-c/actiefotoNick2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IFQng7fyp7ImA9WxJUF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-856286373596850065</id><published>2009-07-16T22:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:45:13.607+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-16T22:45:13.607+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartie Heartie'/><title>My New Blogshop!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing lately.. i know.. been soo busy with soo many things.. now you can see the fruits of my labour! Go check out my new BlogShop! at http://heartieheartie.blogspot.com or click the logo at the sidebar it'll take u right to its doorstep ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what pretty things await you? Hehe.. here's a hint :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 540px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w98.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w98.photobucket.com/albums/l257/mymartinikiss/Rings/SparklenDazzle-Scrapblog.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l257/mymartinikiss/Rings/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SparklenDazzle-Scrapblog.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-856286373596850065?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/856286373596850065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=856286373596850065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/856286373596850065?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/856286373596850065?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-blogshop.html' title='My New Blogshop!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUINQH09fCp7ImA9WxJVE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-936854062748738536</id><published>2009-06-30T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:59:51.364+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-30T23:59:51.364+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>It Makes Me Sick</title><content type='html'>To think that the world is mourning the death of his son, Joe Jackson's actions on CNN, his comments after the BET awards and the pictures taken after Michael's death had me disgusted.. Not only did he not refer to Michael as his son but he did not show the slightest bit of remorse.. i know everyone mourns in their own way.. and we do not expect Joe Jackson being dictator he was to cry on national TV but seriously.. there we so other artist who were not related to Michael who showed more compassion than he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoW1p4qWo4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XoW1p4qWo4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder Michael never felt truly happy, even with his wealth and the love of billions of people.. the one man he wanted to love him, his own father, did not repay that love.. I feel so sad for Michael.. because i didnt have a good childhood myself.. but no matter what my father did, he was a thousand times better than Joe Jackson.. My father always made sure that i knew he loved me.. even while pursuing his hobby of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEet-XcnUB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEet-XcnUB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how a man, who is a father, after his son's death, act the way he's acting.. I feel sad for Michael, i really do.. Many people say that without his father, Michael would have never become this famous.. I however, do not think that this success should be a product for Joe Jackson to be proud of.. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why.. Michael channeled his sadness in a good way.. he focused on his music.. he did not do what so many young children in his state would have done.. he didnt retreat to a life of drugs or alcohol, instead he used his sadness, from the way his father treated him, to create the art of music like never before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop saying that Joe Jackson was the reason why Michael is who he is today.. I dont think the man in the video below had anything to do with Michael's success except for giving him the pain he needed to run away from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to be a behavioral expert to see how Joe Jackson's behavior is inappropriately disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/loth8YBA2BM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/loth8YBA2BM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/26746473-936854062748738536?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/936854062748738536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=936854062748738536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/936854062748738536?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/936854062748738536?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-makes-me-sick.html' title='It Makes Me Sick'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4GQ304fip7ImA9WxJVE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-4978748277234622100</id><published>2009-06-30T14:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:28:42.336+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-30T15:28:42.336+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Michael Jackson: My Door to Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5CzWcqWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Sj0wSP12zuM/s1600-h/5452da73aabf99b823d7bdd2e7e15d5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5CzWcqWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Sj0wSP12zuM/s400/5452da73aabf99b823d7bdd2e7e15d5d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353013089901783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a sad day when i found out that my favorite music icon had passed away.. But it didnt really hit me till the next day.. when i canceled my trip to JB just so i can watch what will become of his mysterious and sudden death.. While watching all these videos, news and tributes on MTV, CNN and BBC, i somehow felt like i have lost someone dear to me.. it was so hard to explain that i felt this deep.. a deepness that was somewhat lost in his years of silence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5YPlv7rI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Hv1O0v9SbWQ/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5YPlv7rI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Hv1O0v9SbWQ/s400/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353013458259406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It saddens me that many people, in his death, still choose to talk about all the negative aspects of his life, which we arent even really sure if they are true.. an interview on Michael was done by Oprah years ago when he touched on how it saddened him that people want to focus more on his personal life more than what makes him an excellent musician..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6H5_GIxI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rodDTUb1aYY/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-no-longer-never.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6H5_GIxI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rodDTUb1aYY/s400/Michael-Jackson-no-longer-never.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353014277093860114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The tabloid are blood suckers, the way i look at it.. they have affected the lives of so many artists, an easy one to name would be Britney Spears.. I think it is the people who refuse to give him his privacy that caused him to be the sad and lonely person he was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6ICVYTbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/HDroeZ_iqgc/s1600-h/michaeljackson_givein480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6ICVYTbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/HDroeZ_iqgc/s400/michaeljackson_givein480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353014279334809010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom telling me.. She was pregnant with me right about the time Thriller came to Malaysia and she wanted to watch it so much but wouldnt dare because of the belief that her baby would turn out ugly.. a stupid belief, i know.. but when you are pregnant, you would avoid the sun if people said it might hurt the life inside you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after she gave birth, she finally watched the video.. I remember the first song i listened to, besides nursery rimes where Michael Jackson's songs.. I had a cousin who would watch him on RV without blinking an eye even if you called out her name countless time.. its like her neck was Michael locked.. I was lucky that I manage to catch his concert in Malaysia when i was about 13 years old.. words cant describe the aura of this man.. i mean.. i felt it from way back where i was standing.. the concert remains the best concert ive ever been to and such a fond memory even after 11 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm4PnrQWlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6Ikd_F9CcbI/s1600-h/michael_jackson-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm4PnrQWlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/6Ikd_F9CcbI/s400/michael_jackson-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353012210594503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His presence, his voice, his smile and just the way he takes control of the stage, i think no one will ever be able to do what he did.. It amazes me that this child-like person that everyone talks about is able to turn into this amazing performer that beats all boundaries.. I am truly in awe of his perfectionism as a virgoen myself and the hours he slaved over his work.. only true determination and passion for music can lead someone to create the wonders he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6IVotgNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AC705ZsxhKI/s1600-h/promo+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm6IVotgNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/AC705ZsxhKI/s400/promo+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353014284516163794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything people say about him, i am one to say that he was a handsome man from start and always leaded with a kind heart.. He is only human like the rest of us and has made mistakes just like the rest of us.. But i think he is one hell of a man to create such evolutionary music the way he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to remember him as a happy and successful musician who was a perfectionist and who was shy and sweet.. a man who loved and valued the family life, who loved kids and animals.. a man who broke the barriers of culture, religion and skin color.. a man who people say was so weird but could create music in a way that touched and made sense to many people around the world, even if they didnt understand or speak english.. this is the Michael i will remember for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZEGu-TA2cU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZEGu-TA2cU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, dear Michael Joseph Jackson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the fate of your kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5X1QP2uI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yRl_OcaKLwI/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5X1QP2uI/AAAAAAAAAs0/yRl_OcaKLwI/s400/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353013451189902050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-4978748277234622100?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/4978748277234622100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=4978748277234622100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4978748277234622100?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/4978748277234622100?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-my-door-to-music.html' title='Michael Jackson: My Door to Music'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Skm5CzWcqWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Sj0wSP12zuM/s72-c/5452da73aabf99b823d7bdd2e7e15d5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkENRHc9fCp7ImA9WxJTEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-865445657120986940</id><published>2009-04-18T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:58:15.964+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-18T17:58:15.964+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>My Love</title><content type='html'>I think my most valuable possessions are my... SHOES. Yes, you read correctly.. With all this gladiator craziness going around, i cant help but to get caught up in it.. I think its the best fashion, shoes has ever had.. apart from knee high boots ofcourse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the gabriel of desperate housewives, not so much the same as her shopping sprees to fancy and branded stores with 6 thousand dollar dresses when she's upset, i can shop at a flee market and be happy :) but the similar part would be my partner can easily cheer me up with shoes! To date, i have more than 30 pairs.. not that ive been hurt many times.. i only have 1 shoe as a present so far.. and it gets better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky.. someone special got me a beautiful flat gladiators.. It has buckles all the way, with a convenient zip at the back.. love it love it love it.. I took the pic myself so it was kinda hard to get a good shot.. but here's what it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemdPfqThPI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yL-SaTidMr4/s1600-h/IMG_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemdPfqThPI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yL-SaTidMr4/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325960923864859890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemdPT6FDqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2QhiNr6PMQc/s1600-h/IMG_4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemdPT6FDqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2QhiNr6PMQc/s320/IMG_4001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325960920709795490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that i have an awesome flat gladiators, im craving for a heeled gladiators.. greedy i know.. but i so cant help it.. especially since hanis was telling me about this beautiful pair that camilia wore in one of her megazine shoots yesterday! And during my trip to Low Yat that day, i stopped by sungei wang and none of the gladiator heels look nice.. hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i was gonna buy ofcourse, im done shopping for the next few months! but.. i wouldnt look away from a present shaped as a shoe box! :P shamless hint i know.. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. i was browsing around and saw few pairs that i absoulutely love.. too bad their expensive or not available here.. and just for the record.. i never spend more than RM70 for a pair of shoes.. i dont see the point in expensive shoes.. especially when they are gonna get dirty.. but i would want to get a comfy Nine West once im earning a little more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemfD9RHPlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/JA3Ms26yzmE/s1600-h/given2002612867_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831100936-199x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemfD9RHPlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/JA3Ms26yzmE/s320/given2002612867_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831100936-199x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325962924677086802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semf3mbmwgI/AAAAAAAAAns/h-s40Jeztg0/s1600-h/balmn2000619367_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831561986._SX201_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semf3mbmwgI/AAAAAAAAAns/h-s40Jeztg0/s320/balmn2000619367_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831561986._SX201_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325963811900277250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semf3iGMjTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cGVGlQc_9Is/s1600-h/balmn2000819367_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831494577._SX201_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semf3iGMjTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cGVGlQc_9Is/s320/balmn2000819367_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831494577._SX201_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325963810736737586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semhe_S8KfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-J9LAjFecWg/s1600-h/givenchyStrappyOpenToeAnkleBootieus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Semhe_S8KfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-J9LAjFecWg/s320/givenchyStrappyOpenToeAnkleBootieus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325965588101343730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resource: &lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/leg-gladiator-sandal-givenchy-shoes/vp/v=1/845524441818046.htm?folderID=2534374302052549&amp;amp;fm=browse-boutique"&gt;Shopbob.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found a Givency knock-off just like the one above on ebay costing RM200 &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.my/GLADIATOR-HEEL-SANDAL-SHOES_W0QQitemZ250354388502QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_207?hash=item250354388502&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A835%7C66%3A2%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;! Damn.. Oh well.. i just have to oooze til i get to Hong Kong in August i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-865445657120986940?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/865445657120986940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=865445657120986940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/865445657120986940?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/865445657120986940?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SemdPfqThPI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yL-SaTidMr4/s72-c/IMG_4002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MGQ34-eyp7ImA9WxVaFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-586307692532849575</id><published>2009-04-12T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:03:42.053+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-12T01:03:42.053+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Its Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fasting and being vegetarian, arent we all happy to be giving thanks with all our blessings? I've never been religious but my parish priest did all our services from Thurs the conventional way and it really made me feel like i was involved in this point of time in history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy painting your Easter eggs and happy sipping your eggnog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SeDNSxwcrlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8cbcqowkvhA/s1600-h/EasterEggsGetty460.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SeDNSxwcrlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8cbcqowkvhA/s320/EasterEggsGetty460.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323480482029809234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-586307692532849575?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/586307692532849575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=586307692532849575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/586307692532849575?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/586307692532849575?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SeDNSxwcrlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/8cbcqowkvhA/s72-c/EasterEggsGetty460.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMEQXg-eCp7ImA9WxVUGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-3900190478322494075</id><published>2009-02-22T21:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:26:40.650+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-25T09:26:40.650+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Being Me'/><title>Uneventful Chronicals of an Eventful Saturday</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 11am, having only 4 hours sleep, i rushed to the toilet and got ready to meet my dear friend who had an errand to run.. little did i know it was gonna be more like a journey than errand.. simply put, we spent almost 4 hours in the car.. a little more driving and we would have reach Singapore.. or to and fro Malacca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached her place, we drove to Damansara and then to Shah Alam. From there we went to 1utama for lunch.. trying to buy time til we have to go to Shah Alam again.. to start with, my Chinese Style Kuey Teow wasn't tasty but i just swallowed it thinking about my most fave thing.. Shoe shopping!  When lunch was over i got my shoes after 2 rounds and we decided to go to Bangsar Village as there was nothing much in 1utama.. it beats me why people like to go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the car again.. just as we were about to go into the parking of Bangsar Village, we got a call and we had to rush back to Shah Alam.. I've never been to so many places in such a short span of time in my life.. but i was happy to accompany her.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then from Shah Alam, we went back to Damansara to drop off the cute thing we picked up and then back to Bangsar.. This time, we parked the car :) and met another friend who was suppose to pass something to us.. Good news, she came.. Bad news, my stuff wasn't with her.. and by my stuff i mean a jacket which i had bought 2 years ago, wore it once and left it in her car! Disappointed? Yes, but i still had a long day of fun activities planned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and landed on the bed - talking and looking at ugly photos of me during high school.. if ur reading this my dear friend, i cant believe you have so many horrible pictures of me! anyway.. after regaining our strength from all the driving and travelling, we thought we should get ready.. she got some sleep while i took a loooong bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all dolled up from 930pm til 11.30pm and left for a club. Camwhored in the car and got to our destination. Parked and made our way to the club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajbgmgKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dezf1anbs6A/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajbgmgKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dezf1anbs6A/s200/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621400745574562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcEEaqC-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fw5gXKmThZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcEEaqC-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Fw5gXKmThZ8/s200/IMG_3930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623060993936354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcEardqLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/esm4E5BJmXU/s1600-h/IMG_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcEardqLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/esm4E5BJmXU/s200/IMG_3928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623066970007730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my huge surprise there was no one downstairs.. so i was like.. "er.. where's the party?" the guy at the bar was like.. "upstairs!". Thank god! I was in need of good music and lots of dancing.. When we went up.. there was like 15 people? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm an optimistic person.. i was like ok.. we'll get our drink and just hang out.. people will show up soon.. it was only like 12.15am.. Guess what?? 12.45am and no one came! IT WAS A SATURDAY!! I felt like i wasted my money on the drink.. the DJ was playing nice songs and i soooo wanted to dance but there was no one.. absolutely no one on the dance floor! So we left.. I was devastated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the record state, this was the shortest time i've ever spent at a club! 30mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought maybe we'll check out another club.. just passing by it, we noticed that it was crazy packed and there were so many rempits around.. so.. devastated again, we went home.. It was still early so my friend decided to show me round her place.. we went to the pool area and wanted to just sit and talk.. but the seats were wet.. so she was like, lets go to the garden terrace.. we got there.. and the door was locked.. I was like.. can my day be any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFbV5DeYrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wG5urJCa2bs/s1600-h/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFbV5DeYrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wG5urJCa2bs/s200/IMG_3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305622267669930674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god she told me that its usually locked and they need to contact the security person to open it.. she gave me a map tour of the view, took some pics and went downstairs.. and ouh.. Chef Bobby Chin was also checking out the terrace with a group of Hot friends.. He wasnt bad himself ;) or at least i think its him.. or someone who really looks like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFaj_-5BSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2RGFwoAPZRA/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFaj_-5BSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2RGFwoAPZRA/s200/IMG_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621410536293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajx_cuMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6nhvXKqQAF4/s1600-h/IMG_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajx_cuMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6nhvXKqQAF4/s200/IMG_3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621406780537026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajwCQ61I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WWC0wLFo08E/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajwCQ61I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WWC0wLFo08E/s200/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621406255475538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... we got home and i thought hey! we could still turn the night around! Let's order McD and watch movie.. my friend thought a good comedy was needed for some cheering up.. so we ordered and dressed down.. ate and sat at the tv area and turned on the dvd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what??? the dvd had a timer which was visible throughout the movie in black and white, very irritatingly... and the words "Sony Pictures" every few minutes alternating on the left, right, top and bottom of the screen! Luckily the movie was nice and worth watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap shall we..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Spent in the car :- 6 hours?&lt;br /&gt;# of disappointments:- Kuey Teow, Jacket, Empty Club, Wet Chair at Pool, Movie Captions&lt;br /&gt;Company: My dear friend - Priceless! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcD8_8D0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tp2peOR5IwE/s1600-h/IMG_3937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFcD8_8D0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/tp2peOR5IwE/s200/IMG_3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623059002822466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-3900190478322494075?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/3900190478322494075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=3900190478322494075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3900190478322494075?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3900190478322494075?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/02/uneventful-chronicals-of-eventful.html' title='Uneventful Chronicals of an Eventful Saturday'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaFajbgmgKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dezf1anbs6A/s72-c/IMG_3927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08FQ3YyfCp7ImA9WxVXGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-1399949414660271185</id><published>2009-02-17T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:43:32.894+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-17T22:43:32.894+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Checklist'/><title>Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life for Me..</title><content type='html'>Wow, its been a long time.. i haven't  actually been busy with my mind was occupied with tens of thousands thought.. While all that was happening in my head i realised something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to own a boat.. i was talking about it with someone special recently.. and found out that a simple but comfortable one costs only around 20k.. I think that its quite reasonable.. dont you? Of course i have to include the extras.. like sailing classes, license and all that.. but i always thought they cost at least 100k and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have already guessed from previous post, I love the beach.. so its a great idea to have a boat coz it would be a good holiday beach at home, away from home.. Only 1 problem.. I get seasick.. like crazy seasick i could throw up there and then.. So i guess when i do get this boat.. a trip to the doctor every now and then will be in order.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFLmSiGMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9EHg8HMzUnY/s1600-h/fairline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFLmSiGMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9EHg8HMzUnY/s320/fairline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303768314229692610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFUP1ZYkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EJVqhsmyyeg/s1600-h/H-49_saloon-708484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFUP1ZYkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EJVqhsmyyeg/s320/H-49_saloon-708484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303768462820729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFEiClnCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/In7iAeue-RA/s1600-h/061127001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFEiClnCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/In7iAeue-RA/s320/061127001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303768192829987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-1399949414660271185?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/1399949414660271185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=1399949414660271185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/1399949414660271185?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/1399949414660271185?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-ho-yo-ho-pirates-life-for-me.html' title='Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate&apos;s Life for Me..'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SZrFLmSiGMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9EHg8HMzUnY/s72-c/fairline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04MRXY7eCp7ImA9WxVWE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-412974539357845713</id><published>2008-02-23T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:59:44.800+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-23T15:59:44.800+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Been There Done That'/><title>Snap Snap Camwhore! - DONE</title><content type='html'>Finally! I got my canon ixus camera! You have no idea how long i have waited for this camera. I almost cried when i got it - literally.. &lt;p&gt;You may or may not understand my joy in getting this camera. I have always tried to save up to buy this camera but have always had to use the money for other important things that will come out of the blue.. So, it wasn't any different when i got this camera! It was a present from my mom! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVK4RktII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ggsDw5CJmtU/s1600-h/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVK4RktII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ggsDw5CJmtU/s200/IMG_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305896956389012610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVKyvz0WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UQUh1Wz2g0c/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVKyvz0WI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UQUh1Wz2g0c/s200/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305896954905219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVK1bXEQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CXGFDtIwvSs/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVK1bXEQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CXGFDtIwvSs/s200/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305896955624755458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-412974539357845713?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/412974539357845713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=412974539357845713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/412974539357845713?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/412974539357845713?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2009/02/snap-snap-camwhore.html' title='Snap Snap Camwhore! - DONE'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SaJVK4RktII/AAAAAAAAAPE/ggsDw5CJmtU/s72-c/IMG_0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQMR388cSp7ImA9WxVWE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-8361067212097915001</id><published>2007-03-19T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:29:46.179+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-02-23T02:29:46.179+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typical Women'/><title>Bahamas Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6vrBSJYtI/AAAAAAAAACc/WHGEHrf4Nuo/s1600-h/bahamas-wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6vrBSJYtI/AAAAAAAAACc/WHGEHrf4Nuo/s200/bahamas-wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661786315317970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl dreams about her wedding day.. I've thought about it but never really went deep into it.. - like i haven't figured out where its gonna be and how's it gonna be.. [like im sure some girls already have ;) ] All that i knew before is this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want Lilys&lt;/span&gt; on my wedding day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then after watching an episode of FRIENDS someone asked me.. what kinda wedding would i like.. and in reflex i answered - A Beach Wedding.. and then it occurred to me what a great idea it would be to have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beach wedding&lt;/span&gt;.. Without actually knowing, i subconsciously knew what i wanted.. :D weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went on to search about beach weddings.. but didn't really find anything interesting.. Today, my lecturer was talking about Cuba.. and how the people there don't practise capitalism.. i thought to myself about my post here - the one where i wanted to go dancing in Cuba.. so i was thinking.. wouldnt it be a great idea if i could combine the both? Wedding and also have my taste of the music there.. and better still a great honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAHAMAS DREAM BEACH WEDDING&lt;/span&gt; is what i got.. and oh wow! i would LOVE the have the chance to get married in Bahamas.. Not many people do this, so there are not many good pictures in which you can view.. but i can imagine mine so clearly that the pictures are just a bit more of a justification on what i would like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SRhxo_OCrNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j7B1ePSv69E/s1600-h/cunmx_phototour24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/SRhxo_OCrNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/j7B1ePSv69E/s320/cunmx_phototour24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084713188830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lilys are gonna stay.. they go well with the nature of the beach.. I want one of those beautiful rounded shaded, decorated tents.. i don't know whats the exact name.. a gazebo isit? i have a pic at the bottom of this post.. then.. my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wedding dress&lt;/span&gt; would be a tube dress that's long and flowy but not bulky.. just a nice simple slender dress.. it has to be silk so it doesnt get sand stuck on it..  and best of all.. my rule for the wedding is that all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the guests has to be in Blue&lt;/span&gt; (except for the bride n groom of course, bride's maids.. hmmm.. maybe very light pink) and everyone has to be bare footed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sax or acoustic guitar player &lt;/span&gt;on the beach and the food will consist of all kinds of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt; (crabs, prawns, lobsters, cuttle fish, cray fish.. everything la!) .. 2 Lilys on each table with dark brown table cloths.. the chairs to be wrapped with cloth and the knots are to done with seashells.. the wedding cake would be an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;American chocolate moist, 3 tier cake with icing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the drawback of these kinda marriages though, is that the guests have to travel in order to attend the wedding..  of course in these kinda weddings only like 20 close friends attend but still, its very expensive for them to travel all the way.. and if we wanna sponsor anything.. gosh, I'm gonna hafta be a millionaire or something.. and when i say sponsor i mean flight and lodging of course.. So i though instead of Bahamas, maybe here in Malaysia itself.. we have beautiful beaches in Malaysia toooo.. this would solve the problem of guests having to spend to attend but.. the thing is that not many Malaysians have this kinda weddings.. Soooo.. everything has to be brought in from main land.. except for the food maybe.. So this will costs a lot too.. because of the transportation and what not.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, like i said, Dream Wedding.. so if this dream comes true, then WOW! but if it doesn't, well, maybe we can do this when the times comes to renew the vows eh? hehehe.. if it really happens though.. it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the most romantic day of my life&lt;/span&gt;! its just what i want.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple yet elegant, intimate and romantic wedding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm not gonna label this as my checklist coz.. hahahaha.. no one would wanna get married to me once they read this.. hahahaha.. no la kidding.. its not a checklist because i don't necessarily want a beach wedding, its my dream but if i were to have any other kinda wedding - as long as with the one i love and loves me in return - anything will do.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6yOhSJYwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0SLs0F_WKoU/s1600-h/1818_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6yOhSJYwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0SLs0F_WKoU/s200/1818_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664595223929602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6yhBSJYzI/AAAAAAAAADM/oWHryB4JNQ4/s1600-h/0099117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6yhBSJYzI/AAAAAAAAADM/oWHryB4JNQ4/s200/0099117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664913051509554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6wAhSJYvI/AAAAAAAAACs/ppDpv2DMwhg/s1600-h/Mandy+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6wAhSJYvI/AAAAAAAAACs/ppDpv2DMwhg/s200/Mandy+two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043662155682505458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-8361067212097915001?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/8361067212097915001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=8361067212097915001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8361067212097915001?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/8361067212097915001?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2007/03/bahamas-wedding.html' title='Bahamas Wedding'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INouxnxAyxc/Rf6vrBSJYtI/AAAAAAAAACc/WHGEHrf4Nuo/s72-c/bahamas-wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUICQnk5fyp7ImA9WBFQEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26746473.post-3811550926202252510</id><published>2007-02-27T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:06:03.727+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2007-03-05T12:06:03.727+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Checklist'/><title>Bon Ton Villa! A Tradisional Experience..</title><content type='html'>I was surfing around yesterday for Bontton pants.. (anyone know where they sell them?) and i came across this instead..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to spend my time relaxing here.. I can totally imagine myself in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow Orchid Villa.. &lt;/span&gt;Mind free of problems and stress.. Just the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful temporary traditional kampung house and me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always lived in the city.. I was born and grew up in the city and so the closest i have to a "not city-like life" is when I'm in melaka - which is becoming a small city very fast with all the development the Datuk Bandar is doing.. They even have a Melaka Autocity! Where all businesses got to do with automobile meet! Isn't that great? .... OK i got carried away.. its just that i love cars too! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point.. yeah.. so i haven't really felt any sort of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kampung life&lt;/span&gt;.. i have a friens so lives in Kelantan and her hse is right in fron of padi fields.. We always planned that one raya i would follow her back just to experience the laid back life.. But never got the time or chance to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm too much of a city girl that i don't think i will be able to stand bugs and reptiles for a long period of time.. and snakes.. ewww... so this villa is perfect because its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;commercial yet old fashioned&lt;/span&gt;.. The Yellow Orchid Villa is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually an old fisherman's house, built 60 years ago..&lt;/span&gt; Again, just perfect for my situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, the best part is that it has this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wooden bathtub&lt;/span&gt; which is in an open air but secluded toilet area.. Wow! I can TOTALLY imagine myself in that tub! Click on the site below and you will see what I'm talking about! Its in Langkawi btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the site: http://www.bontonresort.com.my/yorchid.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have a resort and other villa to suit different tastes.. One of the villas is 100 years old! Amazing ya? It would be a good place for a couple's retreat you know? A nice place to hold a wedding too.. A nice private wedding.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. as usual.. once i get the chance to sleep and soak in the Yellow Orchid Villa, I will post my pics here! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-3811550926202252510?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/3811550926202252510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=3811550926202252510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3811550926202252510?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3811550926202252510?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2007/02/bon-ton-villa-tradisional-experience.html' title='Bon Ton Villa! 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Plus, its kinda expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess What? I just spent 2 days at this underestimated place, and i had fun! well, i could have had more fun if i had more money.. but still it was worth the stay.. If you love doing stuff like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Microlight, Go-Kart, Paddle Boat, Archery, Bowling, Swimming, Paintball, War Games, Arcade Games, Bowling, Snooker, Horse Ridding&lt;/span&gt; etc.. A'Famosa is your one stop destination! Plus if you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love animals&lt;/span&gt;, this is definitely your destination - It is way better than the National Zoo! I'll explain more later! :P    So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a villa for one night thru a package that costs about 800 bucks. Bare in mind that this  includes :-&lt;br /&gt;1 night stay at a 3 bedroom villa (3 person per room),&lt;br /&gt;a private swimming pool,&lt;br /&gt;entry ticket to Cowboy Town for 9 people, (normal price RM50)&lt;br /&gt;entry ticket to Animal World Safari for 9 people, (normal price RM50)&lt;br /&gt;breakfast for 9 people,&lt;br /&gt;free bus transport within the 520 hectare land of A'Famosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might find it expensive, counting the dollars needed per head, but with the experience you get, i say its  worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Villa..&lt;/span&gt; Its comfortable, Its private, Its cosy, The Bed is like a slumber land.. It has 2 baths,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a private pool&lt;/span&gt;, a large compound for if you wanted to play football, badminton and so forth, It has a TV with Astro, and the master bedroom toilet has a Bathub! Syiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cowboy Town..&lt;/span&gt; If you been there but haven't got a chance to catch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parade&lt;/span&gt;, Go Again.. that is if you love animals of course.. The Parade was done &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;very well, very professional..&lt;/span&gt; the animals are SO well trained.. the even trained the doves to fly in certain directions.. Wow! They had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;horses, elephants, dogs, lions, tigers, orang utans, snakes, camels, goats, birds, chickens, dancers, lighted cars and trains, cowboys, red indians and many more..&lt;/span&gt; I personally got to touch the horses ( they were huge by the way!!) the elephants and the orang utans! It was a great parade.... 2 thumbs up to them for all the hard work and practice.. They also had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red indian show&lt;/span&gt; at the Cowboy Town, this was amazing too as they were fire handy men.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throwing fire around,&lt;/span&gt; showing many tricks with the fire as well as eating the fire up.. :) We, as a family managed to go&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bowling as well for RM7 per person&lt;/span&gt; including shoes. I don't know if this is expensive, i seldom bowl.. but i came out second out of the lot, not bad ayyy?? hehehehe.. And also!! i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to take picture with a Lioness!!&lt;/span&gt; It was awesome!! i couldn't stop thinking about it!! There are other attractions here as well, like the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; disco, karaoke lounge, archery &lt;/span&gt;(which my uncle tried), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;snooker, arcade games as well as a 4D Cinema..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Animal World Safari&lt;/span&gt;.. first thing i gotta say is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i made good friends with the orang utans&lt;/span&gt;.. 2 orang utans.. hehehehe.. see the slide show! We got onto a truck which took us around the land to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild animals in their natural habitat..&lt;/span&gt; we saw lions, tigers, honey bears (which were so cute, btw) deers, crocodiles, sheeps, ant eaters, peacocks, chickens, horses, giraffes, zebras, and so many more.. The truck then took us to a place where they had all the different kinds of shows. The first show was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Wild Wild West show&lt;/span&gt; at 2.15pm. The show was surprisingly entertaining! i didn't expect their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stunts to look so real&lt;/span&gt;! the jumping and the shooting and the beating and bashing and the "breaking bottles on people's heads"! really, not a waste of time! It was very well coordinated and acted out very well too. Then we caught the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multi-Animal Show&lt;/span&gt; at 3pm which consist of dogs, cats, otters, raccoons, goats, sheeps, honey bears and GIBBONS!! my fav animal!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i got to even carry the Gibbon&lt;/span&gt;! and pet the sheeps! Later we went for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; elephant ride,&lt;/span&gt; which is always fun and got ourselves some souvenirs at the gift shop. I got me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;black Cowboy Hat!&lt;/span&gt; heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for home, we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;took a ride on this really beautiful white horse..&lt;/span&gt; its so hard to balance i had to grip so hard.. i wonder how those people at the parade and at the cowboy show were able to race with the horse! amazing.. seriously amazing.. and not easy at all might i add...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. if you have a big group of people looking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;relax and still have all the fun&lt;/span&gt; in the world, go to A'Famosa.. get yourself or package or go at it individually, whatever it is.. if you like to chill and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;be adventurous and love animals too&lt;/span&gt;, A'Famosa is the place :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26746473-3471451560349832324?l=evieschecklist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/feeds/3471451560349832324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26746473&amp;postID=3471451560349832324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3471451560349832324?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26746473/posts/default/3471451560349832324?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evieschecklist.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-rounder-adventure.html' title='All Rounder Adventure!'/><author><name>eVie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>