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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GQnk-fCp7ImA9WhRbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32879902</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:13:43.754-08:00</updated><category term="Melody" /><category term="Cars" /><category term="Knowledge-Japanese" /><category term="Weekender" /><category term="dorifto neko" /><category term="Confession" /><category term="Lovey-Dovey" /><category term="My Self" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Friendship" /><category term="Photos" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="my thoughts" /><category term="CNY" /><category term="Techno" /><category term="Community Project" /><category term="Leisure/Hobby" /><category term="Knowledge" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Food" /><category term="For Fun" /><category term="Project Alpha" /><category term="Work" /><category term="Ads 'n' Promo" /><category term="Ads 'n' Review" /><category term="Beauty with Brain and Body" /><title>The Journal of Puteri Joy Lim</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://puterijoylim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://puterijoylim.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32879902/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>p.u.t.e.r.i j.o.y.l.i.m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953410965739657733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKQkqHfawho/TAIKmqnih6I/AAAAAAAABpU/FS0WdBgmczg/S220/27386_810349635_5720_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheJournalOfPuteriJoyLim" /><feedburner:info uri="thejournalofputerijoylim" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAMQ3k5fSp7ImA9WhRUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32879902.post-853150291114119342</id><published>2012-01-29T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:19:42.725-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T06:19:42.725-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CNY" /><title>I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST CNY</title><content type="html">Hi! Gong Hei Fatt Choy! Sorry ar, wish you guys so late. Been busy lately with lot of stuffs. Plus, I started work on the 3rd day, leaves x approve. By the way, it's the 7th day of CNY, it's everyone's birthday theoretically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday to myself! *blow whistle*&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday to you! And you! And you too! *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;
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CNY has been been great, although income from angpow this year not so great! Apart from daddy &amp;amp; mummy, the rest all susut nilai. &lt;br /&gt;
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Depreciation in angpow = Depression in Joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Didn't do much "bai nian" also in fact I only went to 3 houses this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. My house in Juru (Sipek miss mummy's steamboat)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Mr Liew's house (Liew senior make eh fried chicken ho liao! And shark fin soup!) *salivates*&lt;br /&gt;
3. My uncle's house for buffet (feast! feast! feast!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorree. No photo. Each time I make a mental note to take photo but when I see food, I lost control. I'd just say "lai ciak ciak ciak" then 3 meatballs already in my mouth. If buffet lagi teruk, I'm always the 2nd in line with plate (bro, the hungry ghost always line up first one) and always have at least 3-4 servings of everything one. Nice or not nice take first. Nice eh eat first. Then not nice eh just put on the plate of the person next to you (usually mummy). The cycle repeats. That's why everyone scare tos it beside me wtf&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I've gain weight. But, not much. Just enough to cover the loss of weight from ultimate-depression last month. I have always wanted to gain weight mar... My 45kg goal from rabbit year to loong loong year still fail! Ish!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nehmai, berusaha lagi tahun ini!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I cut hair lor! Ultimate sad case la nie... I want shoulder length one and dye angmor color one. The person cut neck length (and still insist it's shoulder length wtf). Make me looks like form 2 gina like that&lt;br /&gt;
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DIE instead of DYE T____________________________T&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually I went to a different place (the usual place is closed until next Tue) When I first walked in, I very confident one, I saw the lady boss hairstyle very nice. They say you must first look at the stylist hair ma. So, I went in, told her I wanna cut &amp;amp; dye. She said ok then led me to a seat and brought me a lot of Jap mags.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, she asked her husband out to "serve" me. Wah lau eh, Kitaro walked out from the pantry. You guys know who is Kitaro or not! &lt;br /&gt;
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This fella!&lt;br /&gt;
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Trust me, the hair more yeng than original Kitaro. My heart screamed OMFG! He had bits of food at the tip of his lips somemore. Must have been hiding in the panty eating kuih kapit!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"MAKE ME LOOK YOUNG, KITARO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And so Kitaro performed his magical cut, scissors&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;fell down at least thrice. &lt;br /&gt;
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My face turned from &lt;strong&gt;=D to =) to =l to =( to =/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No wonder Kitaro hand shake lah...&lt;br /&gt;
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Nah, front part. Back I nge nge tie up wtf&lt;br /&gt;
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One day must wear pinafore go MGS eat hokkien mee and kap KDU lala zai ^.^&lt;br /&gt;
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Got to go, bai bai! Mua mua mua!&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: I'm playing this new iphone game call bodyguard. So you are the bodyguard, you suppose to protect celebrity like Rustin Beaver, Lady Blah Blah, damn sarcastic one go download ba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-853150291114119342?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm happy because I know, I've changed. To the better or worst, that would be a story for later on. Right now, I'm definitely a stronger Puteri, someone who knows what she wants, someone who wants to have a say and of course to be heard. Gone were the days where the obedient Puteri listened and obeyed blindly for the sake of "love". &lt;br /&gt;
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Puteri wants to love and to be loved in return. &lt;br /&gt;
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I've forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I've yet to forget the things he did. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I just wanna learn how to live for myself and those who concern about me. I have to be more independent. No more lembik Puteri. I'm learning to overcome my fears, just to protect myself from being hurt again. It sucks so terribly that I've to admit at times, I still cry myself to sleep. Or to find myself waking up at ungodly hour only to weep in silence till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be tough man, I gotta be.&lt;br /&gt;
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My only regret was to see all that Shyte happen during my fav celebration of all time. And because of that, I've to hate Santa from now on! I fucking hate Christmas oh Jesus Christ! I remember telling him we should have a quiet Christmas and do what everyone does, exchanging pressie in the comfort of our home! &lt;br /&gt;
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Fucking only God knows he had a different surprise installed for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And to fulfill my tiny wish for our "ruined Christmas" last year, I got him a present tonight. I feel happy already like that because if he were to be who he was, he'd be happy too :)&lt;br /&gt;
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For that split of a second, I chose to believe that Shyte never happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nehmai, the worst has already gone. Cry when you need, I was told by a friend. Laugh out loud when you deserve it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-5989011265681506312?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a quick post to assure you people that "I'm fine" now =)&lt;br /&gt;
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Really!&lt;br /&gt;
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As a matter of fact, I'm "thankful" for this whole dramatic incident that caused me sleepless nights, lose of appetite and traumatic mood swing wtf. At least now, I've learnt to see and accept imperfections in this world. Especially people and things that revolves around us. Nothing is permanent and "forever". We'll just have to appreciate every little thing and cherish every single person we meet,day in and day out. &lt;br /&gt;
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I see this as a test; a challenge from God on our love. We had to accept the challenge and although we failed terribly, I'm still thankful for I can see how cruel one person dearest to you can be when his heart is no longer with you. On top of that, this also teaches me a lesson in life that we should not rely on anyone else, except ourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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You definitely make me stronger =) &lt;br /&gt;
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In times like this, I'll really have to thank God for his blessings! I just never thought that I'll have so many friends stick around me; cry with me, drink with me, scream with me and most importantly, &lt;br /&gt;
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JUST BE THERE FOR ME =)&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for sharing my pain and from now on, you will see a stronger me and definitely more joyful than ever! (^.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Bai bai guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-3077185008319294622?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I can't :(&lt;br /&gt;
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I actually feel so so so terrible tonight. I want to cry but I have no more tears, I'm drinking but it has no more effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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WHY LA GOD YOU MAKE ME LIKE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can see he's changing for the better, like eating more healthy food. Someone is making a positive impact on him and for that I'm happy. Better than I begged for him to change also he refused wtf. I love Subway; extremely and I always ask him to eat that but he'd always beg until he gets KFC wtf &lt;br /&gt;
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I even made him skip supper for his own good but he always eat behind my back wtf Once I remember, he said he's going to the toilet then I was in the room playing some games and I wonder what took him so long. So I went to check out on him and saw him holding a piece of cheese gonna put in mouth liao. Then, he pretended like nothing happen and asked me if I want a bite wtf&lt;br /&gt;
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Each time we're out, he sure scold me one if I check-in with him. And he always tell people he goes out with parents whenever I'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I that sia sueh r wtf So mm kin tak yan meh?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so so so so tired&amp;nbsp;My most trustable person cheated on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me la &lt;strong&gt;who to trust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: I miss my hubby so so so so so so so so fucking damn much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-4120814337907874637?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ohayo guys! Not in a good state here (as expected wtf). Had a rough night missing him so horribly, terribly, extremely much and I don't know who should I tell. Keeping to myself weakens the body and soul and finally at 3 a.m, I surrender myself to a glass of wine (actually 4 wtf) and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Woken by a cal at 9.32am.&amp;nbsp;Aiyiyayiya aiyiyayiya~ let&amp;nbsp;it rain over me~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember in the past, whenever we were apart, he would missed me until cried wtf and hugged my photos to sleep. On my trip to KL for work previously, I bought him a photo frame with both sides and I put 2 photos for him; one a photo of us during our very first stay together and another side a photo of me in dancing suit, he always loved that "deco" on my head.. like Chun Li from Streetfighters one. Ohya, and also a kid photo of me, teehee~ Fei por ling ling that time..chubby like mad (^.&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiate, why can't I get my mind off him, zzzzzzzzzzzzzz............................................&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, just so you guys know, I officially hate all types of cats. Don't ask, just bear that in mind and don't mention a word. Seriously you don't want to mess with me at this time. A word, and I'll break your bone.&lt;br /&gt;
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It saddens me to see him fight so hard for his dream while I can't be there for him. It's not that I don't want, it's just that I'm no longer needed. Remembering how he used to share his dream with me in the past and how he share it with someone else other than me, &lt;em&gt;I NEED A DRINK PLEASEEEEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And he needs a cat rather than a cow now...a black and white cow...New Zealand&amp;nbsp;cow, mooo~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't write now although there's so much in my head and heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get out. &lt;br /&gt;
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Continue later. *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;
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Missing you...11 days and counting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-519709375224138499?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First post for the year, hehehe what should I write?&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, the thing that I scared most finally happened lu... he finally changed his relationship status to single jor *sob sob sob* Puteri Joy Lim Chen Lin still cannot accept the fact.... ish ish ish..... For the past few days, each time I log in, I will check the relationship status first and have a little consolation for myself... And now, knowing that he's free to date anyone as he likes, my heart kena&amp;nbsp;stab and hancur like banana.......&lt;br /&gt;
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I lose him lu. &lt;br /&gt;
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Really down like nobody business. Feel like crying again but&amp;nbsp;I have no one with me tonight.&amp;nbsp;No one for me to hug or curse with me =(&lt;br /&gt;
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The heart really pain one...indescribable one.....like you want so much to hug him then he push you away. Like you wanna kiss him then he turn away... sob sob sob....&lt;br /&gt;
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Y LAH I SO NO USE?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Miss msn-ing with him and see his round stupid face acting like gold fish *sob sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;
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And how he always tease me that I look like a banana =___________________= (I admit la, banana good ma, eat jor ho pangsai)&lt;br /&gt;
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Haih, I cannot write now la. My heart pain like shyte, tangan also lembik like tofu. =(&lt;br /&gt;
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Loving you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-6412056384542085554?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What a &lt;strong&gt;shitty&lt;/strong&gt; year!&lt;br /&gt;
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Started off the year with a &lt;strong&gt;new career change&lt;/strong&gt;, new environment, etc. It doesn't work well, met with some incompatible colleagues, conflicts after conflicts, explanation after one another. Unwilling to give up. Strived harder. Got beaten by politics that was too much to handle. And the stress of not having enough rest considering longer travelling hours. Finally, gave up that hell.&lt;br /&gt;
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Verdict: It was a right choice. Though I did learn something out of my field, I'm at a better place now with the job that suits my course of study.&lt;br /&gt;
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A roughy year for romance. &lt;strong&gt;Lose my bf&lt;/strong&gt; that I've been with for 3 years. Waited so long for us to finally be together but it didn't work out. The feeling of missing him is just like the old days, it's just that this time, he's &lt;strong&gt;"so near yet so far". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Side note: I remember in 2010, we were at Popular, Prangin Mall and we read a feng shui article kind of thing. It said it'd be a rough year for our relationship. He, at that point of time, still very much in love with my stupidity and lameness, assured me that with &lt;strong&gt;persistence, and trust in each other&lt;/strong&gt;, we can make things happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holding on that, I endured and tolerated all his emo moments (he did the same to me too), believing that he will "grow up" when he comes back one day and realised how much&amp;nbsp;I love him. I think deep down, &lt;strong&gt;he knows how much I love him unless he choose to ignore the love i've showered on him.&lt;/strong&gt; Some things are not meant to be shared. Likewise, this shall also be the memory and love between us, the love that still motivates me and hopefully motivates him as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"I'll not let you down"&lt;/strong&gt; - This was his promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until this moment,&amp;nbsp;I'm still unwilling to accept the fact that he no longer cares nor loves me. I don't know why, maybe&amp;nbsp;I put too much faith on us, in our relationship, that I thought he will always be there for me, like how I always try my best to let him know that I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys, I'm sorry to keep writing about us. Just that this is the only platform I can share my feelings and be truthful about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, one thing I never regret and so proud of myself is that I've been there for him during his low period, when he was&amp;nbsp;still a student, poor every single day, basically leong and snobbish and own nothing but a big belly.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I made my choice to call him &lt;strong&gt;sayang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I'm glad that I've given him the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe now, I'm no longer good enough for him, nor worth his love and care.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I'm still his biggest fan since day 1 I sat in that yellow car. &lt;br /&gt;
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Only this time, I'll be admiring him from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know that I used to tell him how much I love to see him at work? How serious he is whenever he does anything related to cars! I love that look, very macho! Yayaya, I know what you guys thinking, "Why wanna be sad over a fat guy?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I've heard that a million times, he's fat, he's "tor sau lan keok" but he's also my sayang =)&lt;br /&gt;
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The only difference is I'm no longer his sayang =(&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year 2012 guys! &lt;br /&gt;
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Party hard, but don't let your life&amp;nbsp;go wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-948189351658111866?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can't believe I'm awake at 8am on a Saturday ;) &lt;br /&gt;
Today it's the last day of 2011, I hate it so much that I got to wake up early to toast it away :D &lt;br /&gt;
Many plans ahead for tonight teehee~ Drunk with the sorrow and welcome all the greatness in 2012. Will it be the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;
Let's talk about resolutions. In the past, I love to write them down for the sake of writing them but never really achieve them or even close *fuck myself*&lt;br /&gt;
This time, I've make up my mind not to write them down at all. Not that I have any solid resolutions yet but there are some ideas in mind.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to put my whole effort into achieving it so that you guys can see how much I improve in terms of personal and erm... physical development.&lt;br /&gt;
The only way to love another person is to first start loving myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Missing you like always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-7885536207250665349?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was the one who first gave him a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;
On the cheek ;p &lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know how it happened, he dropped me home after a casual date..&lt;br /&gt;
Then erm.. I was thankful wtf and he was cute (I never date guys in XXL wut)&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden, I just kissed him..I mean gave him a light peck on the cheek, then I was like oh Shyte oh Shyte fuck man...........&lt;br /&gt;
I blushed like a California apple, he blushed like a...erm... tomato from Cameron Highlands :D&lt;br /&gt;
After 3 seconds which felt like a century with heart beating and blood shoots high, I ran off from his car wtf&lt;br /&gt;
Yea, I ran.&lt;br /&gt;
Malu you tahu.. That still stay fresh in my mind. I won't conceal my feelings because admitting them will make me a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;
Plus, our feelings were true, so why deny?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Loving you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-3630986089184986881?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Something excites me, the thought of someone promise to shuffle till I smile excites me wakakakaka~ Let's see what you can do to put a smile on my face again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not gonna hide, I love him and I miss him just like the old days, being ignored and abandoned like sampah sarap doesn't gonna make me hold back on anything, this is just so not me. I'll be like this until one day, when I'm perfectly fine with what had happened, that I gonna be my old self again. That day will come and you guys will see it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mum has been nagging alot, don't drink don't drink don't drink. How could you ask someone who treats liquor like the air she's breathing now to stop breathing? Oh well, I assured her, I know my limits, I know when to stop. I know when my liver says, "Have mercy on me your highness" wtf Meanwhile, just let me be, who I want to be. I've standing behind for so so so long, for a man I truly love, to assure me that I'm safe, now let me have some risk and fun ok! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If not, I'll die one day and say... cilaka, what is Bacardi?&lt;br /&gt;
I've so much plans in my head. I wanna get a dog... I mean a puppy. I'm so so so afraid with anything hairy and fluffy and soft, they are nice to look at but I tremble when I hold them. Life is too long and meaningful to have a phobia of this kind. So, I'm serious, I'm gonna get a real pup and named him ViVi. Bro has contacts for a chihuahua, ahah! But I hope it doesn't die under my care. So guys, soon, it will be a story of me and my chihuahua. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna go work, 8 hours later it will be a long weekend of boozing, toasting for the whatsover good that is left and cursing for 2011 (fuck you, not going to see you suck year) and I smell &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends, Drinks, Laughters, and Tears"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Wishing you guys gr8 year ahead in case I dont blog these 2 days, Happy New Year 2012!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini muka amat ngeri, sebab banyak pimples and macam orang kek sai tapi sebenarnya orang dalam gambar ini memang kek sai tapi malas pang sai tee hee~&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
And I just woke up, have been sleeping ever since I get home from work, with the help of a prescription pill man, cannot believe it I also need to sleep by popping pills r. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, at least it helps, I just past out *peacefully*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was a rubbish day at work, everyone is perfectly fine, I'm the one showing a face darker than an overly-used wok *soli la people*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Y U NO SEE I CANNOT CONTROL ONE HaHaHaHaHaHa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the power of &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Or mb I was infected with his &lt;strong&gt;"stubborn beyond description"&lt;/strong&gt; pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
And I think I just called him. It's just the usual me, whenever he's not messaging or calling, I get anxious, MY&amp;nbsp;IMPULSE MY ME DO IT GEH DAMN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Giving up is easy, you just got to tell yourself, find someone else to fuck man and then gradually, whatever you spark you thought you have between will erm... disappear like bubbles in the thin air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, I was able to feel the spark (or whatever disillussion it was) and we had them, we probably still have them, and it's not "thought", at least to me, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Tepuk sebelah tangan takkan berbunyi"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Betul. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I'm the one fighting, I'm the one dying worst than now in the end. Deeply I know where I stand la I just takkan believe that &lt;strong&gt;he's DEAD&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Literally.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Btw, I cant resist sharing a email-exchange&amp;nbsp;with a colleague of mine this afternoon, he's siao one, siao ta por r!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, this was a reply from me to him asking how I was doing:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for late reply, just saw your message.. &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I look like a piece of shyte right duh.... &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;if I had a choice between you and shit, it would still be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't been sleeping for 2 nights, need to get medicine from Dr Tee later.. &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i survived longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tues night, party was great, the 4 of us drank like hell... mixture of beers, wine, rum etc.. (Now you know I lied when I say I don't drink) &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;I already knew when I asked about your complexion =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we started cursing for....for everything.... It's usually during low period like this that you can see who your friends r, they stand by you. &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;oh damn, i wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man, I suck so much! 2 years and&amp;nbsp;9 months, how long will it take me recover to my old bubbly self, i really don't know, &amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;according to my calculations, 46 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like i'm living in a soul-less life anticipating his call &amp;lt;--&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;don't wait, call him instead&lt;/span&gt; and wonder why he didn't speak to me when he realized that something wrong with us that he needed to find a way out, with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So basically, he just c&amp;amp;p&amp;nbsp;the whole thing and reply in &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; =____= Y U SO LAZY HaHaHaHaHa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And WHY YOU NO SHOW EMPATHY ONE HaHaHaHaHa I SUE YOU R!!! *insider joke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Retyping all these just make me .. *weep weep weep*﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll just have to accept the fact that my sayang is dead the minute he decided to look for "a better substitute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So dead means I can drink right? I deserve to be sad huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;True.&lt;em&gt; I'll still love him the way I did because that was promise for him. And I told him the other day that he can always come back to cry if he needs to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn I'm sipek gong tai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was once upon a time while he was away, I sang this or lip-sync this to him through msn to tell him that loving him is the only one thing I never regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss him so terribly much. So so so much that I can't resist messaging him. But I try not to bother him too much&amp;nbsp;because I don't want him to hate me. I just want him to know that I'll always be there for him. Maybe I should just accept the fact that this man, who I'm still very much in love with, is dead.&amp;nbsp; He's a new man, bigger dreams and deserve nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart bleeds. Beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;
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People around asking me to give up but I don't want to give up. I still love the "tor sau lang keok" Qi. And the man who will bring me, drive around while holding my hand and tell me, "I'll not let you go".&lt;br /&gt;
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Shyte man, I don't think I can live a day sane without drinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least after I drink, I cry, I talk to the imaginary him, I'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I should go out and drink every night and bury my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekian, tamat. Siao char bor.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smell my own breath now, I wanna puke =____=&lt;br /&gt;
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I burp now, I will faint too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alot of things ran through my mind last night, though I was physically drop dead, mentally still kinda awake one -.-'...&lt;br /&gt;
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Who am I to you? What does our relationship mean to you? What's your intention of going around telling people we have ended, then wooing another girl while asking me to wait for you? What are you thinking when you are doing all the couple-ly stuffs with another girl while your gf is waiting for you at home? You like to share food with her so much izit? Go la! Share all you want! You like to take her public and for rides so much izit? Go la! &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not a spare tyre you know?&lt;br /&gt;
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And you think you are smart enough to have the best of both worlds?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe you are true when you say I don't understand you. From what you're doing right now, I really don't understand. Is it because I'm "easily accessible" wtf that's why you take me for granted?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I see a point that. You're always taking people for granted. Especially people who love you and you expect them to keep forgiving you while you behave in your own snobbish self, still think you are very "yeng" and keep blaming the world for what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's always "their fault", never your own.&lt;br /&gt;
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When will you grow up, my poor child? You may appear that you have everything but let me tell you, you are empty inside! And that's because you push people away even your loved ones with your sick attitude! It takes so much&amp;nbsp;patience, effort, love and time to get to know you and fall in love with you. But you ruin it with one single decision that you made, young man.. I wont call it a mistake, more like a choice you make to trash me off because as you claim, you are *confuse* HaHaHaHaHa&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, to think that your car "is polluted", I'm fuckingly pissed. Go la, fetch a hundred babes you want with your "Babe Magnet".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Go la to the special someone. Don't deny. Don't act like you concern about me although you yourself know you were the one who crushed my heart to a zillion drops. Don't come to me when she's gone after giving you false hope while all the while I'm standing right behind you, in case you fall back, you won't injured yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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The minute you started to lie: you have give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;
The minute you started to cheat: you have give up on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
The minute you betrayed me: you have give up ON US.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A night of nothing but everything sinful. We drank, we sang, we cursed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something wrong...very wrong leh... :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing I do seems right, for eg, I was doing some calculation then I don't know why suddenly I cry leh.. I mean not pili pala eh cry, also not fili fele eh cry, it was like tiba2 your tears drop, just like that. I also hak sei myself. Not wanting anyone to see it, I picked up my phone and ran to back office, my bodoh&amp;nbsp;brain wanna dial his number jor but actually my fingers quite smart, I dial my gf's number. Tee hee~~ To tell you the truth, I wasn't close with her. I've only in fact met her twice, it's actually friend's gf. But somehow, throughout these days, she kept keeping track of my well-being, that really makes me so touch! (^.^) *weep weep*&lt;br /&gt;
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Then then then, today got one 38 customer called in to ask some questions about safe deposit box. Actually, our bank provides SDB facility and that customer was telling me that she read a news in Taiwan, that some items kept inside SDB of a bank went missing. Then, she asked me, what kind of security features do we have. So, I assured her that we have CCTV all over, it has never happened to our bank so there's nothing she should be worry. Suddenly hio, she lagi kin jiong, she said got CCTV means we can see whatever items inside her box la? Very dangerous lor.......... *pengsan* Aunty memang aunty, an cua explain bun si aunty. I told her, the best we can is to see what time and which customers go inside the room. It's almost impossible for us to see whatever tiny jewelleries&amp;nbsp;she keep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only like this baru she tenang -.-"... Sure got jipaban inside one I tell you HaHaHaHaHa&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, that's it, wa mm zai wa kong hami, siao liao wa (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;
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Came home a couple of minutes ago, the first thing mummy told me was, "You better stop crying d huh!" Garangnya, never was she so garang... :( Rupa-rupanya I also scare mummy one, all the while I thought mummy scare me @@ And she said, "You r, better don't date any drifter or racer, I told you b4, very fa sam one. There's no such thing as exceptional case!" (*.*)&lt;br /&gt;
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Today got major achievement, finished whole plate of rice leh! ^.^ Sila bagi muka and tepuk tangan sikit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Bilalah will I grow up? I mean mentally and not physically wtf Physically cannot save liao nevermind but mentally haih, worst than budak-budak ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend of mine very funny, I told him I got drinking gathering tonight, he said, "Please make sure accidents dont happen. And I mean unwanted pregnancy"&lt;br /&gt;
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Siao ta por! :p&lt;br /&gt;
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Got to pom pom and kai kai! I'm on leave tomorrow, who wants to watch Alvin &amp;amp; Chipmunks with me? And next year June, I got 2 weeks leave, yay!~ Was thinking of a trip one but now masuk drain liao. Who wants to go Japan with me? Or Paris? For relaxation purpose, drink coffee see people kia lai kia ki ?HaHaHaHa&lt;br /&gt;
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If I’m Muppet, that makes me a very manly (womanly) Muppet&lt;br /&gt;
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If I’m a Muppet, that makes me a Muppet of a man (woman)&lt;br /&gt;
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HaHaHa.. those are lines from some song that just popped up my mind out of nowhere. Muppets.&lt;br /&gt;
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Home, semi-drunk (you see, knowing that I’ve to work tomorrow, I have SELF-CONTROL. Pass out a little while, woke up by the sound of someone shouting. CCB!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I know you guys care, and I know I’m acting stupid. I perfectly understand how stupid it is to put myself and my health in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;
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But hey, I’m extremely sad here, beyond description and understanding. So, cut me some slack and let me just drink whatever I want, whenever I want, okay?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my throat and liver will forgive me, for the meantime. Wakakaka. Sarcastic dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;
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I want so badly to talk to him, so badly wanna hug him, so badly wish him to come home and eat “tahi ayam” *our dirty joke, don’t care so much* &lt;br /&gt;
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But I can’t, why wanna make myself so cheap? People are having a great time with their “special someone”, will he care? &lt;br /&gt;
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No, absolutely not. I totally accept that. &lt;br /&gt;
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It’s just that I’m hoping for a miracle, maybe this is all just a nightmare. Big liar Joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I did the next stupid thing. I texted him. Texted him to his Melb number. Can you believe it? I wonder if 3Mobile operator will receive that and wonder which “siao char bor is this?” HaHaHa Keep “sayang this and sayang that”. What the hell is sayang anyway?! &lt;br /&gt;
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And by the way, my name is Joy. With whatever I’m doing now, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy myself okay! I enjoy drinking, I enjoy numbness, I enjoy the feeling of brain freeze and I seriously love how each drink strengthen my immunity to liquor. I need more and more and more just to feel a little tipsy ;) &lt;br /&gt;
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To you guys who texted me all the time to check on me, I thank you guys big time. I’m listening to you guys, but give me some time ok. Do you understand, it’s like someone taking away a big part of your life. And you don’t even realise it until... let’s just say until it’s apparent. &lt;br /&gt;
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Still I don’t understand, just last Monday, he was saying that we should get a bigger bed so that I can stay there more often. Then come Wednesday, he’s dating another girl. That’s just ridiculous! &lt;br /&gt;
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Try to think from my side, if I don’t care what’s happening, that means I never love him ok to have any reaction. And let me tell you again, I love him. Even until this moment when people keep reminding me of his betrayals and lies, I still miss the old big bear. The big bear who’s fat, sloppy, with a haircut from my parent’s teen days, use b&amp;amp;w Nokia, wear the same shirt every 3 days, and still thinks he is very yeng.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just love the natural part of him. This is clear, no doubt. Don’t advise me to give up and forget the whole episode and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ll move on. But I don’t know when. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are my friend, just gimme a buzz and we shall meet up for more booze. But woah, take it easy if all of a sudden I cry my shyte out. I only have one life, lemme cry all I want okay? &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh wait, did he text me or call me just now? Am not sure, it must be my imagination. I’m too afraid to check my cell. You see, if it’s true, why is that? Does he care? No, he wouldn’t. If he cares, he won’t did all the things he had done. But it was vivid, I remember hearing his voice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Urrghhh.... where’s my phone? Must be at the shoe rack... the last time I used my phone was to text him to 3Mobile.. I must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, I bought a new bra set. Christmas theme. Show you guys tomorrow if I’m wearing them. Or later.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can’t wait for tomorrow!!! I’ll be sleeping over at a friend’s house and we will drink till dawn, yay!~ Got permission from dad, he says it’s ok if I answer whenever he calls. Really excited, like a kid waiting to go school camp, KaKaKa~ &lt;br /&gt;
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Only this time, the camp rules stated: above 18 and without adult supervision, woohoo!!!!~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m typing this as I’m doing mask.. ish, drinking is good but it’s extremely hazardous to the skin trust me, you see crack lines, you see pimples pop out at the strangest place (ear ok?!)&lt;br /&gt;
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And the voice; hoarse, sexy, seductive, just the way I like it &lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder if I can work tomorrow. Yea, with this kind of emotional rides, I think I’ll offend a lot of customers. &lt;br /&gt;
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This morning, I went for a jog. I jog until my body begged me to stop. And then, I went to Gurney drive, drove to a spot with lesser people, I stood there on the rock overlooking the sea, I cried so hard and screamed my lungs out until some random rich tai-tai got a shock. She was walking her dog, I didn’t realise she was there. Luckily the dog didn’t bite me abo I’m really sueh already. Saw a huge ship, I was telling him a couple of weeks ago that we should go on board for some relaxation. &lt;br /&gt;
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It’s clear, it never happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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I’m thinking of having some vacation. Quit my job, bring a bag and go. Somewhere, that will help me recover. &lt;br /&gt;
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“I need a doctor, doctor, doctor to bring me back to life”&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Christmas, he was unable to be home and we spent the night having candlelight dinner through msn. But it was nothing lavish la just Maggie Mee with hot dog :D &lt;br /&gt;
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This year, he chose to spend the night with new found “someone special”. I had dinner with a senior from Uni, he cracked some jokes to make me laugh of course but failed beyond expectation. Zzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I should get a bath and sleep before the power of liquor totally dies off..............&lt;br /&gt;
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Nah, show you guys ma stooopid face (*.^)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl3-gzrKanQ/TviEIF1oF_I/AAAAAAAADQQ/YdNbgmjZ1zM/s1600/Image446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl3-gzrKanQ/TviEIF1oF_I/AAAAAAAADQQ/YdNbgmjZ1zM/s320/Image446.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow onwards, if you see me taking this kind of photos, WACK ME HARD BABY!!~ While he was away, i always take this 38 photos for him one, waste my time and energy loving someone who will eventually say, "I'm confuse, I don't know who I love" and treat you like sampah.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanna make love right now now now&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I hold on, still holding on. I'll hold on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thats the only way to keep me stronger and believing that he won't be back but he will be success in life. I have confident in him although at times, he does break down like a baby. And I'd tell him, &lt;strong&gt;"Do your best, one day, I'll be at home watching you performing on the screen." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been telling him that since the 1st video he showed me 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know nothing technical about his choice of field but &lt;strong&gt;I UNDERSTAND his passion&lt;/strong&gt;. The only way I could help or support him was to &lt;strong&gt;give him enough time and not complaining about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If he needs to attend some events, I'll be at home, waiting for him to be back for dinner and share stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or if it's too late, I'll wait for him to be home and called me to let me know that he's safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of you may ask why am i not attending with him?&lt;br /&gt;
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3 years back when we first started, I attended the first event with him. He was busy like hell and all I did was to watch him under a tent few meters away. But I could see, somehow he's restless, like he needs to look after me even though I told him to concentrate. And he called me several times even though I just walked away for some air, just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some time later, I told him, &lt;strong&gt;"Do what you need to do, I'll be at home waiting for you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;And I always do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Typing each word in this page makes me cry, it reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;the man I love and the love that motivates me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it true that a couple must share the same passion in everything? I doubt so. If it's true, then lawyer must date lawyer only lah? So that they can discuss how to screw people. Then, doctor must date doctor only la so that they can always talk about whoever the operate and how many people die in their hands everyday. Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm a banker, he's an educational and wild racer (?) We have the complete opposite personality. What I can't help I made it up with my own way to make him happier.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or maybe, he has never ever been happy with me. At least, not from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I love you sayang, the man I fell in love with 3 years back. The man who's miles away and I'm waiting for him to come home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I choose to remember the happier days though that what makes my heart bleeds. &lt;br /&gt;
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I miss him so much that I wanted to message him so badly but I know I couldn't, I don't want him to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so I text his Melb number, and that makes me calm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I love you sayang, every word comes from my heart, the oreo bunny j that's cheeky and walks like she's hopping, just the way you love it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fail as a gf. Fail terribly. &lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to be the quiet, supportive woman behind my man. Letting him know that he will always have a place call home to come to after every battle, every steps in realising his dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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I first met him at the College where I worked 3 years ago. I was a cheeky young graduate, "popular" in the office and extremely playful xD As in naughty in a nice, "evil" way.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was introduced to me by my ex-department head. A fatty boy who looks like Koo Tin Lok (only the complexion), he was a very popular drifter and was arranged to perform at our College's activity. I was curious as to what drifting is all about. And not knowing the "risk" involved, I took a ride while he did some donuts at the field. It was my first time, and it was also his first (to fetch a girl) or so he claimed. In the car, he asked me, how old am i? And my reply was, "You do the guessing". He was close but not exact. &lt;br /&gt;
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Surprisingly few hours after the ride, he came to me, shy as always, not meeting my eyes and asked me a very funny question, "do u have a bf?" I said YES!!! As a matter of fact I didnt have haha~ So, seeing his disappointed look, I said I was joking :) Then, he asked for my number. I asked for him instead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward, I msg him to thank him for a wonderful experience and thats where i guess the chemistry starts. He would chat with me 24/7 and asked me out every minute! I was cheeky, I rejected his invitations and asked him to asked permission from my mum first.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to say, "Go air itam ban shan find my mum first" kakaka~&lt;br /&gt;
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Our first dating place was pasar malam =_______= He bought me alot of "bak uans" And he was trembling al the way while fetching me, nervous freak man &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; This dorifto neko tattoo-ed my name on his arm later on.&lt;br /&gt;
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We officially started about a month after we knew each other on 14 March. We had our first town trip to Vistana.&lt;br /&gt;
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Details of the stay cannot reveal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not long after we started, he has to leave for studies at Melb, he gave a ring, i was so touched by his sincerity. I will wait for this man to be back.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A friend I of us, Boon made us a song. Listen.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have our fair share of ups and downs, thats expected in every relationship. Trust me, LDR is not easy. The exorbitant phone calls, phone slammings, yellings in msn... that's part of our growing process, our love for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He alw say that I have a big butt so i occasionally send him stupid photo like this =______=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We would msn every night, 8pm sharp to 10pm. Just to share our daily ups and downs. These are our promises to each other:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On his bday in 2010, I arranged for us to celebrate it at Genting, that was a very funny trip because alot of incidents happen and we couldnt play in theme park that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMZVoXkphzY/TvavZKliVYI/AAAAAAAADMI/-BpRlGE-yLw/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMZVoXkphzY/TvavZKliVYI/AAAAAAAADMI/-BpRlGE-yLw/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He bought me a ticket to Melb on my birthday in 2010. I was there for a month and that was the most memorable month for me in our relationship. We have been separated for so long and to see him and touch him again, thats just simply bliss and hapiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZzShO4SY-g/Tvau8K0UXDI/AAAAAAAADL8/bfeFsSjVlkk/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZzShO4SY-g/Tvau8K0UXDI/AAAAAAAADL8/bfeFsSjVlkk/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of late, I don't know what went wrong but my gut feelings tell me that he has changed. As much as he denied it, I know he has fallen for someone else. But I just dont understand how it could happen all so soon? Or was it a problem all the while but we never wanna face it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I used to tell him, if there's anything, talk to me. I will listen. I may not be able to help. I'm not from this field, I was just this cheeky lunatic girl that you fell in love with. (and probably out of love now) The girl who makes you laugh so hard and the girl who just wanna lay beside you, doing nothing and feel that she has the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time pass, feelings change, jst how could it be so soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow, I still stand on my believe that the guy i knew 3 years ago is not someone like this. He's loyal, and faithful to our promises, to our "wifey to do list".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not someone with glam nor fame but i just know how to love and give you the shoulder you need when u wanna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remembering several occasions where u cried on my laps put me to tears. You were so vulnerable and upset over some family and study matters. But, i'm always there for you, just like how we promise to be there for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that moo moo cake, the Teddy Bear Lane house, our dream of owning a house with garageand many many cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;S2000 =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not to forget, sylnanas liew and octopus liew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe u feel that i dont care whats going on in ur career n work, but i do. n i always ask u to think and do wht is best for u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Still rmb how during our stay, i used to prepare tooth paste on the brush for u. We cried at the airport. We waited patiently for your return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I shall now not mention a thing about us anymore. If you still think I matters the world to you, you know where to find me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Or if like i said, it's true that you have fallen for someone else, go ahead. I trust you to be able to make a decision for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cheeky girl that you were so in love with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sayang. 25 Dec 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving someone for who she is &amp;amp; liking someone for who she is, is DIFFERENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people will ride with you in a limo, but how many will walk with you when the limo breaks down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-6664518470873302600?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I'm serious. Education fund.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of you may have know how badly I wanna pursue my Master degree and this plan has&amp;nbsp;been put on hold for some reasons. Financial, credibility of prospective student (aka me), choice of school, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing that I've learnt after working all these years is &lt;strong&gt;"you will never save enough".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I'm also looking for part time jobs. Preferably something that I can do at home and comes with flexibility of time. Translation job, typing job, you name it, you have it, I'LL TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;
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So desperate but yea Santa, for Christmas this year, I wanna have enough money to study.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or, anyone out there willing to grant me a scholarship? :D&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll never ask from my parents because they are not young and they deserve to spend every penny they earn, their way. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, if you wanna help, find me job.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-8102124554921006479?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last week, it was about relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
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Fucking relationship, it makes you lose weight and tears T_____T&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, came middle of the week, it involves the dollar sign ($.$)&lt;br /&gt;
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Unexpected string of bills *ka ch’ng~ ka ch’ng*&lt;br /&gt;
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Shut up damn you Jessie J, IT’S ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, MONEY, MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GssV-I23E2g/TuSAKSiLRMI/AAAAAAAADKo/fV9hUUmfpbU/s1600/Image439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GssV-I23E2g/TuSAKSiLRMI/AAAAAAAADKo/fV9hUUmfpbU/s320/Image439.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, this week I’m seriously in deep thought about my work. &lt;br /&gt;
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Why lah so many things to worry one or maybe I’m just a big worrier. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;
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I worry if work goes too smooth; &lt;br /&gt;
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I worry if work matters pending; &lt;br /&gt;
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I worry if customers complain; &lt;br /&gt;
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ETC... &lt;br /&gt;
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Why lah so stressful one it’s year end already I should be happily looking forward to a day trip to Ipoh next week (with family)and then Christmas and New Year man.....................&lt;br /&gt;
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Not sitting here in a corner of my room, doubting about my capability and suitability for the job T_____________________________________T&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate doing sales, not that I can’t do it; I just don’t like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, can you feel my pressure when there’s sales factor in my KPI.&lt;br /&gt;
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*sob sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;
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Wonder if I should just give up and type that letter *big decision*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32879902-5630877612096854407?l=puterijoylim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It all started with a matter smaller than a peanut, but it makes me question, Who am I to him? Where do I stand? What about my family? Is love only the matter of 2 people?&lt;br /&gt;
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Where are all the chivalries go? Where are all the good boyfriends who will spend time with your family and understand them as your own? Where are all the good guys who parents will approve?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what are we now. It's not official. For Heaven sake I'm not even sure if I can handle this as calm as I thought when it's completely over. It has been a long way with a&amp;nbsp;fair share of laughters and tears. 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 year is too long...I seriously swear that I never had a romantic&amp;nbsp;relationship this long. And now, from the way it seem there will not be a happily-ever-after ending.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do I love him, you ask. Yes, I do. Can I live without him? No but I'll have to if things go wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
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If only he could change just a little bit.... less temperamental, less provocative.... Be more mature, see the bigger picture and not always pointing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Respect people more. As in ME AND MY FAMILY. &lt;br /&gt;
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But, I know its impossible. He will never change himself, at least not for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm stuck in between my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can anyone tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;strong&gt;ConeMaster X Mean Machines&amp;nbsp;Gymkhana&lt;/strong&gt; was held in &lt;strong&gt;Autocity, Penang&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;15-16th October 2011&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a huge success (according to a reliable source) and also judging from the number of people attended either as &lt;strong&gt;participants &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;spectators&lt;/strong&gt; during the &lt;strong&gt;two days event&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Gymkhana (dictionary explanation)&lt;/strong&gt; - also called &lt;strong&gt;autocross&lt;/strong&gt;, is a &lt;strong&gt;competition&lt;/strong&gt; in which &lt;strong&gt;cars are timed&lt;/strong&gt; as they&lt;strong&gt; travel on a closed, twisting course that requires much maneuvering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Gymkhana (Joy explanation / Layman term) &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; car&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;which &lt;strong&gt;completes the&amp;nbsp;designated course&lt;/strong&gt; at the&lt;strong&gt; fastest&lt;/strong&gt; speed is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;C.H.A.M.P.I.O.N&lt;/strong&gt; la (and win themselves &lt;strong&gt;DC shoes&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Saw a couple of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;prestige, "rare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as in hardly being seen on the road rides and not to mention &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;that they make you&lt;strong&gt; drool&lt;/strong&gt; hard even if you are standing 5 feet away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This &lt;strong&gt;HUGE, MANLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;tow truck&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;PINK HUMMER&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;belongs to the host of the event, &lt;strong&gt;Leng Yein&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(If you don't already know who she is, &lt;strong&gt;GOOGLE &lt;/strong&gt;please because I don't know much about her myself.)&lt;/span&gt; Apparently,&amp;nbsp;this &lt;strong&gt;new toy&lt;/strong&gt; of her&amp;nbsp;was one of the &lt;strong&gt;GRAND&lt;/strong&gt; attractions of the event or shall I say, the &lt;strong&gt;MEANEST&lt;/strong&gt; of all &lt;strong&gt;MACHINES&lt;/strong&gt;?&amp;nbsp;Though it's obviously &lt;strong&gt;eye-catching&lt;/strong&gt;, it did not appeal to me as it looks &lt;strong&gt;rough yet sissy&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(pink, my dear) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My credit goes to the &lt;strong&gt;nicely done bright pink&lt;/strong&gt; though, I wonder how it will look on my &lt;strong&gt;Myvi &lt;/strong&gt;*slaps head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I think, the next ride below suits me more =D&lt;br /&gt;
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And let's be honest here, I'm not going to &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; that I know hell lots of things about cars and go into the &lt;strong&gt;technical parts&lt;/strong&gt; of it. If you need to be educate on &lt;strong&gt;car-related matters&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I'll leave the&amp;nbsp;job to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://victor.thewhatsgoodconspiracy.com/"&gt;HIM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;As to my best of knowledge, I'll define car as &lt;strong&gt;"a piece of color-coated metal build with wheels to transport people and goods". *roll eyes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lemme just share some juicy pictures took by &lt;strong&gt;Oscar &lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before we end, let's take a look at&amp;nbsp;two quick runs&amp;nbsp;by this FD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a lengthy post on my virgin visit to &lt;strong&gt;Cameron Highlands &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, you read it right, &lt;strong&gt;Virgin Visit&lt;/strong&gt;. More precisely, with my family of 5 ~(^o*)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite having lived in &lt;strong&gt;Kay Elle&lt;/strong&gt; for 3-4 years (during my precious Uni days), I had never bothered to take&amp;nbsp;an hour drive there.&amp;nbsp;Only after the &lt;strong&gt;stress of corporate life&lt;/strong&gt; strikes that we decided to do a fun &lt;strong&gt;weekend trip &lt;/strong&gt;for the &lt;strong&gt;scenic view&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"fresh"&lt;/strong&gt; air. So, we packed our stuffs in my humble &lt;strong&gt;Myvi &lt;/strong&gt;and started our journey at 6 a.m. Yours truly was the driver during 95% of the time while &lt;strong&gt;Bryan Lim&lt;/strong&gt; was functioning as &lt;strong&gt;"live GPS",&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;according to instinct one~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zha dao! zha dao! zha dao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached desired destination 3 hours later, &lt;strong&gt;Tanah Rata. &lt;/strong&gt;First thing first, looked for a place to sleep. Found a 3-star hotel, &lt;strong&gt;Hotel Jasmine &lt;/strong&gt;situated on an apparently very &lt;strong&gt;happening&lt;/strong&gt; town, with &lt;strong&gt;lots of eateries&lt;/strong&gt; and within walking distances to &lt;strong&gt;a myriad of attractions&lt;/strong&gt;. Paid &lt;strong&gt;RM 165 &lt;/strong&gt;for a family suite, quite a bargain! Proceed to fill the stomach at an eating place next to &lt;strong&gt;OK Tuck. &lt;/strong&gt;Picture above, they were reasoning on whether we should go back to hotel for some sleep first or hit the strawberry farm first. =.="....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Madam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lim. &lt;/strong&gt;She was shivering the whole trip seriously! I thought the weather was not really chilly as they claimed and bearable but she was&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;wrapped up in layers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First meal, &lt;strong&gt;Canton Style Har Meen&lt;/strong&gt;. Tasted just like &lt;strong&gt;Hokkien Mee &lt;/strong&gt;just that the soup is clearer and less &lt;strong&gt;"spicy".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RM 5.50&lt;/strong&gt; for a decent bowl. &lt;strong&gt;Bryan Lim &lt;/strong&gt;loved the soup so much that he even finished my bowl and &lt;strong&gt;Oscar&lt;/strong&gt;'s bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Commercial break, 2 ss photos. &lt;strong&gt;Dressed in glowing shirt&lt;/strong&gt; the other day just in case people cannot see my car on highway, at least can see the driver "glowing" (^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Done with breakfast, &lt;strong&gt;Bryan Lim&lt;/strong&gt; went next door to buy &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nombor ekor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; Oscar &lt;/strong&gt;kept pestering him to buy &lt;strong&gt;4321 &lt;/strong&gt;but I didn't know what number he bought la. It doesn't matter because &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;chiak ka liao"~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5bIYEkyI0c/TqGNVC18cxI/AAAAAAAADFw/H14kOWhEq5w/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5bIYEkyI0c/TqGNVC18cxI/AAAAAAAADFw/H14kOWhEq5w/s640/IMG_0117.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to one of the many many many &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Farms &lt;/strong&gt;but didn't take photo, hand was holding packets of strawberries selling at &lt;strong&gt;RM 4 per box&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Big fresh, juicy strawberries&lt;/strong&gt;, munching on them really makes me &lt;strong&gt;Smurfing Happie!~! &lt;/strong&gt;Picture here above was at &lt;strong&gt;Bee Farm&lt;/strong&gt;. Very crowded with tour buses and sadly, not as interesting as I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLLdpQwbhSs/TqGNpQPa-gI/AAAAAAAADF4/WSJ3t9RW6ok/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLLdpQwbhSs/TqGNpQPa-gI/AAAAAAAADF4/WSJ3t9RW6ok/s640/IMG_0119.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;See &lt;strong&gt;bee hives&lt;/strong&gt; only lor. Buy honey lor. &lt;strike&gt;Let mosquito bite lor.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eh, don't think cold places no mosquito wey, really got one, hit a few some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0wRP3I8mfk/TqGN716UiaI/AAAAAAAADGA/2v1mLZD6nYs/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0wRP3I8mfk/TqGN716UiaI/AAAAAAAADGA/2v1mLZD6nYs/s640/IMG_0121.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Queen Bee says hi!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XsGTKNtCq0/TqGOdVqyxPI/AAAAAAAADGI/_u9rJfZ_6hY/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XsGTKNtCq0/TqGOdVqyxPI/AAAAAAAADGI/_u9rJfZ_6hY/s640/IMG_0123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mum bought few bottles of honey and some sweets made from honey la (&lt;em&gt;whatelse~)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drove to this place &lt;em&gt;kononnya&lt;/em&gt; served very d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s food but unfortunately we were too early and it was not open yet :( Went to another strawberry farm to have &lt;strong&gt;freshly made strawberry crepes, &lt;/strong&gt;DAMN GOOD this one but no photo to do the justification. &lt;em&gt;Malang sial &lt;/em&gt;some photos &lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt; during transferring to laptop proces @#$%^#!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpVocqxjRbo/TqGSZNNM9dI/AAAAAAAADGY/obVPtuR_FBU/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpVocqxjRbo/TqGSZNNM9dI/AAAAAAAADGY/obVPtuR_FBU/s640/IMG_0126.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;To much walking, stomach growled like nobody business! Back to this place right opposite our hotel for lunch. If my memory doesn't play tricks, it's called &lt;strong&gt;"You Mun", serves typical Chinese dishes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ordered &lt;strong&gt;"Fried Squid". Crispy &amp;amp; very "phang"! *full marks awarded*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83Ht2E2Ui5o/TqGSysmfteI/AAAAAAAADGo/ZTJMWtB18ko/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83Ht2E2Ui5o/TqGSysmfteI/AAAAAAAADGo/ZTJMWtB18ko/s640/IMG_0128.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fried eggs with mushroom, very nicely done &lt;/strong&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;portion too small.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmtbd75TqMk/TqGS-pOsHsI/AAAAAAAADGw/3E5ufRTRWqg/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmtbd75TqMk/TqGS-pOsHsI/AAAAAAAADGw/3E5ufRTRWqg/s640/IMG_0129.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Bai Guat Wong" &lt;/strong&gt;for daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Curry Fish Head" &lt;/strong&gt;Thought order something &lt;strong&gt;hot &amp;amp; spicy &lt;/strong&gt;but this one failed terribly! &lt;strong&gt;Not HOT, not SPICY and most importantly, CURRY FISH HEAD NO FISH HEAD ONE!!! THEN WHY CALL CURRY FISH HEAD!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Just chunky pieces of fish meat. *disappointed* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Paid RM 85 for a meal of 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;HOHOHO! &lt;strong&gt;Mini pots of cactus&lt;/strong&gt; selling at&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;6 for RM 10&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Bought 12 pots. They are now residing peacefully in my room (^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kfVnn98OLY/TqGVLarpxQI/AAAAAAAADHQ/NmXzC59hpVI/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kfVnn98OLY/TqGVLarpxQI/AAAAAAAADHQ/NmXzC59hpVI/s640/IMG_0116.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the bigger ones. Can buy also cannot bring back la. Plus my mum said, &lt;strong&gt;"so lan chor teng~"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KF8qs4dEk5s/TqGVcw-xLZI/AAAAAAAADHY/pxaArTQWXFI/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KF8qs4dEk5s/TqGVcw-xLZI/AAAAAAAADHY/pxaArTQWXFI/s640/IMG_0113.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Distinctive shapes and sizes. &lt;em&gt;Lu mau apa pattern pun ada~ Seen here in the picture, Mickey Mouse also got. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It started to drizzle thus we went back to hotel for a nap. Nice chilly weather &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfiIzIddmho/TqGVr5BC1OI/AAAAAAAADHg/5k2xWUOT3Yg/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfiIzIddmho/TqGVr5BC1OI/AAAAAAAADHg/5k2xWUOT3Yg/s640/IMG_0138.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our "nap" lasted for 3 hours =.="..... Woke up feeling super energetic to go out again but the rain just went heavier. Hence, we went back to the same restaurant that we had our lunch to have steamboat. Bigger disappointment awaited us *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_f-urs1M0g/TqGV6Yf_29I/AAAAAAAADHo/p2avlFlF3kY/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_f-urs1M0g/TqGV6Yf_29I/AAAAAAAADHo/p2avlFlF3kY/s640/IMG_0145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a stove (=.^) Food was &lt;strong&gt;not worth mentioning&lt;/strong&gt; and certainly not worth the value at all! &lt;strong&gt;RM 20 bucks per person,&lt;/strong&gt; sort of like standard head count price for all the steamboat restaurants there. Cheap, but I'll never go back again &amp;lt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPFgu4Fo7xM/TqGWImFJ3bI/AAAAAAAADHw/TsUj_UEz3xU/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPFgu4Fo7xM/TqGWImFJ3bI/AAAAAAAADHw/TsUj_UEz3xU/s640/IMG_0140.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna show you my girly MNG turtle-neck top (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adSgZyRqI9s/TqGWWbPneeI/AAAAAAAADH4/6kt-RToprK0/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adSgZyRqI9s/TqGWWbPneeI/AAAAAAAADH4/6kt-RToprK0/s640/IMG_0141.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My cutie bum: &lt;strong&gt;Oscar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the not-so-fulfilling meal, we combated the rain and headed to &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; to eat street food. Fried mushroom was really, really a &lt;strong&gt;divine snack&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;trust me especially on a weather and temperature like that. Mum bought hell loads of &lt;strong&gt;oddly looking fruits&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tonnes of corns&lt;/strong&gt;. Very cheap ma!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward to the next day, &lt;em&gt;time to balik..&lt;/em&gt; Had our "last meal" at CH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasi lemak, RM 5.50.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;On our way home, we stopped by several places like &lt;strong&gt;Tea Farm&lt;/strong&gt; and this &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; place below to get souvenirs for friends and colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will definitely come back again in the near future! (^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Logos Hope &lt;/strong&gt;has&amp;nbsp;finally made&amp;nbsp;its inaugural visit to Malaysia! It is the world largest floating book fair and will dock at &lt;strong&gt;Penang Port&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;30 August 2011 to 26 September 2011&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;In order to beat the crowd, I woke up at 8 am this morning (which occurs very, very rare on a weekend) and prepared to indulge myself in &lt;strong&gt;half a million&lt;/strong&gt; titles of books from all areas. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logos Hope&lt;/strong&gt; sails around the globe with &lt;strong&gt;400 crews&lt;/strong&gt; on board and guess what, they are from &lt;strong&gt;45 different countries. &lt;/strong&gt;Refering to my personal encounter alone, I've met with a &lt;strong&gt;Swede&lt;/strong&gt; at the ticket counter, &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; at the briefing hall, &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; at the cashier counter and some other nationalities as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as we puchased our tickets &lt;strong&gt;(RM 1 for adult, free for children&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;below 12),&lt;/strong&gt; we were lead all the way by friendly crew members to a spacious briefing hall. There, we&amp;nbsp;were seated and brief on the history of the &lt;strong&gt;Logos Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;different sections and attractions&amp;nbsp;that we can enjoy on board.&amp;nbsp;I was actually distracted by some aunties &lt;strong&gt;"ooh-ing"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"ahh-ing"&lt;/strong&gt; at how magnificent the ship looks and just imagine how ashamed I was when I turned my head to the side only to discover that &lt;strong&gt;yours truly mum&lt;/strong&gt; was&amp;nbsp;one of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;"ooh-ing"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"ahh-ing" &lt;/strong&gt;crowd&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;(=.=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not true that &lt;strong&gt;"early bird always get the worm". &lt;/strong&gt;I was there sharp at 10am and there's already stream of people with &lt;strong&gt;insatiable hunger for knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; browsing through the books. But as I mentioned earlier, with half a million of titles, &lt;strong&gt;there must be something for everyone!&lt;/strong&gt; And there's something I must share. On board, the price of each book is calculated in points. &lt;strong&gt;100 points equals to RM 8. &lt;/strong&gt;Let's say a book is priced at 150 points, the actual price you are paying is RM 12. This "system" I supposed is to save all the trouble of converting from dollars to ringgits.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the sections which I find interesting was the walkway towards the cafetaria. Along the way, there are different story boards which tell &lt;strong&gt;a short story of its own with morale values.&lt;/strong&gt; However, I must admit that I was not impressed with some of them because&amp;nbsp;some pictures didn't make sense to me. I would suggest some crew members to stand along the path and explain to visitors if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like this one above, is it suppose to me &lt;strong&gt;"Girls are romantic, guys are realistic"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHr17dlRWGo/TmH8YrJrw9I/AAAAAAAADEM/B2IWhybqNp0/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHr17dlRWGo/TmH8YrJrw9I/AAAAAAAADEM/B2IWhybqNp0/s640/11.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿To entertain the younger crowd, &lt;strong&gt;Captain Pontacho&lt;/strong&gt; is always around the corner! I hope I get his name right because I couldn't hear very clearly with the kids screaming in &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Oh by the way, he was distributing balloons as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUfhi__Z4UU/TmH9WxVOSxI/AAAAAAAADEQ/VLldOnSCwDg/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUfhi__Z4UU/TmH9WxVOSxI/AAAAAAAADEQ/VLldOnSCwDg/s640/12.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, meet &lt;strong&gt;Captain Pontacho&lt;/strong&gt;.﻿ I look &lt;em&gt;teeny minny &lt;/em&gt;standing beside this guy. &lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of touring around, we headed straight to the &lt;strong&gt;cafetaria&lt;/strong&gt; and these &lt;strong&gt;gigantic cookies&lt;/strong&gt; definitely caught my attention. Got a &lt;strong&gt;chocolate chip cookie (RM 4)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to share with my mum and a &lt;strong&gt;vanilla ice cream (RM 5)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;for &lt;strong&gt;Oscar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trust me when I say gigantic. It's as big as my mum's palm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mum is always like that! Not looking at the camera all the time! &lt;strong&gt;(=.=)﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logos Hope&lt;/strong&gt; is open to all from &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday to Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, from &lt;strong&gt;10 am to&amp;nbsp;8 pm&lt;/strong&gt; if I'm not mistaken. So guys, grab the chance to visit this place for yourself while it's here. After this, I heard it will be sailing to &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Philiphine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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