<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:44:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANNAH SAYS...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4021758652733452099</id><published>2010-08-24T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:47:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I selfish and jaded?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am sure the Manila hostage drama is all over the headlines yesterday and today. i am sure everyone is discussing about how inefficient and useless the Manila's police force and how sad are the hostages who lost their families. there are news reports on how the hong kong government&amp;nbsp;is pressuring the philippines government to explain the course of actions and etc etc. there are also footages of crying victims who have lost their families or who have been the ordeal and are still dealing with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friend was telling me and updating me about how sad it was. there was this girl who lost her parents. another woman lost her husband because her husband protected her from the shots. then this lady thought to live on as she had 2 children. but apparently the 2 children did not survive. he was telling me that is so crazily sad to lose the entire family in one day. and if it's him, he would just die along with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;funnily, on my side. i dont really care. i dont know why. maybe because im not from hong kong? but still that's not a good reason. i really do not feel much for the girl who lost her parents or for the lady who lost her entire family. i dont feel sad. neither do i feel sympathetic towards them. to me, i think it's just life. one will never know what's going to happen. so if one is alive, one should live life to the fullness. i know it's devastating to lose the entire family and parents if you're a kid. maybe because it's not my family so i dont feel much. i really have no idea. it's just doesnt touch my heart at all. i feel NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in fact, everyday, i have been mentally preparing myself for the passing away of my family members. the first one would be my beloved grandmother. everytime i think about or imagine that fateful day, i would tear. but i know it's inevitable and so i hope she is always happy and gets what she wants. my grandmother is a good lady and she is very strong and a survivor. then i will think about my parents, my brothers, my uncles, my aunties, my friends. i should go before my cousins. hahaha. i have no idea why but im always preparng myself for those fateful days. yes i will be devastated and sad and mourn but i want to be able to move on as well. i dont want to be in that depression mode forever. maybe i am just selfish. maybe i only care about myself. or maybe my defense mechanism is so high that im trying to make myself believe that i dont really care so that i wont feel the pain when it happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and guess what's weird? i have never been hurt deeply by anyone or anything before. not that i can remember or think it's that hurtful. so i have no idea why i am so defensive. maybe it's just me. maybe i am just practical. or maybe i am so emotional that i became practical. or maybe i am being incepted. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh well, my condolences to mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4021758652733452099?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4021758652733452099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-selfish-and-jaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4021758652733452099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4021758652733452099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-selfish-and-jaded.html' title='Am I selfish and jaded?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8441018278533653563</id><published>2010-08-09T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:42:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP 2010: Live our Dreams, Fly our Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is Singapore's birthday. Singapore is 45 years old today. so young!!! and this is the first time im watching the NDP on webcast. actually i cannot remember last year if im in Singapore during national day. I think i am. anyway, it's quite shioks to watch it on webcast. feel so patriotic. haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, on a side note, i rushed home after work to watch the webcast. so i took a cab. then when i told the cab driver where im going. he got pissed because it's very near. then throughout the whole journey, he kept nagging nagging and nagging. saying things like " such a big girl, dont know how to go home. must take cab and waste money. " warrau. what's wrong with him? argh. hong kong taxi drivers need to learn to be more polite loh. this is absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway back to the parade. so when i switched it on after downloading all the necessary stuffs, the march-in was done. ARGH. i want to watch them marching in. so annoying. but then it's fine. anyway, i love the mobile column. all the army tanks and vehicles and all the army captains - SO COOL SIA! they all look very very shuai and nice. actually i wonder if they can really protect our country. haha oops. but i guess with all the weapons and vehicles and all the machines, should be can lah. i always thought the navy speedboat is blue and white but it's actually green. why ah? sea is always deemed to be blue and not green. so weird. and there's something that has a washing machine. i thought it's really quite interesting. if i marry an army captain, i dont want the sword of honor. i want my entourage of army tanks! wonder if it's air-conditioned with cushions in the tanks. if not, i want to marry a pilot who flies the fighter jets. so suave. again, no sword of honors. i want to fly in one of those thing. but i guess i might just vomit. haha. or i can marry a naval diver and according to the commentators, our naval divers are one of the best IN THE WORLD. i wonder how they judge how good a naval diver is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;there are some new singers that i've never heard of or seen. a bit the CMI though. but it was amazing when it ended with Kit Chan singing " HOME". this is my favorite song and Kit Chan is my favorite local artiste. whenever she sings this song, it always make me teary and miss home. *sob sob* also, the formations were pretty pretty. and there were many fireworks. i guess because Singapore's GDP is growing at 15% so a lot of $$$ to have fireworks everywhere. hahaha. oh and watching all those performers dancing and running around the padang made me think about the time when i was a participant as well. i was the cheerleader for the pre-parade show. so fun. it was in 1998. omg. 12 years ago. omg, im getting old. omg. omg. omg. also, i thought the MP who played with the guns looked like bugs and some of them carry light sabers. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uncle lee is still VERY STRONG. he is almost twice the age of Singapore! uncle goh also got older but still look strong. and i feel a bit paiseh that i dont know our ministers. haha. i only know uncle lee, uncle goh, pm lee, and teo chee hien. haha the rest, no idea. but i know they are ministers lah. just not very sure of their names and positions. quite bad. i think i fail my national education. heng i am no longer a student if not quite jialatz. haha. can die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh and the saying of the pledge at 20:10 because it's 2010 is quite lame lah. haha cannot believe the organizers can get so lame. but then again, it's quite cool also. although i didnt stand up and say the pledge out loud, but i did recite it in my heart and sing the national anthem in my heart. actually the only day that i sing the national anthem is 09 August. haha. and i realized that all the new songs all CMI lah. it's always the old songs that are catchy and people dont stop singing. songs like " stand up for singapore", "count on me singapore", "one people,one nation, one singapore", "we are singapore". these songs have been around since i was a kid and they are still being used right now amazing. wonder who wrote these songs. so talented. now all the new songs, after national day, all forget. some couldnt even make people remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh well, happy birthday Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8441018278533653563?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8441018278533653563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/08/ndp-2010-live-our-dreams-fly-our-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8441018278533653563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8441018278533653563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/08/ndp-2010-live-our-dreams-fly-our-flag.html' title='NDP 2010: Live our Dreams, Fly our Flag'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3627146010592662036</id><published>2010-07-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:07:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder WHY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;recently, i have 3 WHYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHY is E! channel showing Robert Pattinson, Taylor Lautner and Kristen Stewart every other half hour just because "Eclipse" is showing in the cinemas? Are there really sooooo many things to talk about them? I didnt watch E! now because im seeing these 3 persons every other 15 mins. it's soooo annoying and they keep repeating the same stories and comments in different versions of THS. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHY do movie characters always look so good even if they just got out of bed and need to change immediately? i was watching "Valentine's Day" on the plane the other day. (it was such a boring and lame movie. i thought i would be touched, like "Love Actually" but no. i was bored to the max) anyway, there was a scene when Anne Hathaway need to get out of bed and rush to work immediately. in one minute, she was dressed and her hair and make-up was perfect. i wish i can be like that so that i can sleep longer. hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;WHY are the soccer matches in the wee hours? why cant it be like 10pm our time? why must it be like 230am our time? so unfair. we always have to suffer. why? just because we're asians and not as superior? well, it was held in Korea and Japan once and it's in the afternoon. BUT we dont have free website to view the matches online. when i was in NY, every screen has a small window that is showing free online matches. so unfair. i think Singapore should aim to co-host the world cup with Malaysia and stop dreaming about being in the world cup, never going to happen. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3627146010592662036?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3627146010592662036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3627146010592662036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3627146010592662036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder WHY...'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1417742279959089821</id><published>2010-07-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:29:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SATC2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay i know im very late. most girls would have caught the movie as soon as it's released. for me, there are 2 reasons why i watched it late. one, it is sooo expensive to catch a movie in hk and im not sure if i want to spend that $$$. the movie ticket cost HKD 80 which is like SGD 15 for a NORMAL MOVIE. two, i dont have any movie khakis in hk. then the other day, was talking to a colleague and we both wanted to watch this movie but were not able to find anyone to go with and so we decided to watch it togets last night. and although the movie has been screening for almost 2 months, the cinema is still full. amazing. maybe many of those girls are back for their 2nd time. *shrugs*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, although reviews from friends and everywhere says this movie is OTT and tried too hard, i thought it was quite funny. I LOVE SAMANTHA! she's amazing and she's so funny. i laughed soooo hard when she was singing to the handsome stranger at the abu dhabi bar. i mean seriously, Samantha is my idol. she's everything i want to be. she's funny, she's sexy, she's rich, she's good at PR, she's an amazing friend and she's good with guys. she is my favorite. i always love it when she doesn't judge, always think about her friends, always so supportive. when she was being offered a free trip to abu dhabi for free, she never forgets her 4 best gals. and during the moment when she rejected the handsome stranger saying that it was the girls' night out and she had to stick with the girls and suggested the date the next day, i wish i had a friend like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love Miranda's hair too. sooo nice. and in this movie, her clothes are pretty pretty. she's wearing a lot of jumper and i think those are amazing. i love them. and i also loved Miranda's capability. i wish i am her too. and to be honest, i love Carrie's and Big's house. it's sooo big and nice. but i dont understand why Carrie has to wear super high heels at home. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, it's true the movie has no storyline and it's a little bit unrealistic but hey, it's SATC. and for the first time, i actually noticed the clothes that the 4 characters wore and i kinda like some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHm2Z4h4OI/AAAAAAAAA80/GCN5zTI1zF8/s1600/carriewhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHm2Z4h4OI/AAAAAAAAA80/GCN5zTI1zF8/s400/carriewhite.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this dress, clutch, shoes, shades, hair, everything is A M A Z I N G. i love this look the most. it's sooo pretty and so chic and so everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHnHE_D3DI/AAAAAAAAA88/pqcd1FkbSc0/s1600/Carrieblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHnHE_D3DI/AAAAAAAAA88/pqcd1FkbSc0/s400/Carrieblue.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this purplish-blueish dress is also quite pretty. i love such dresses. flowy and nice. it looks sooooo comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHna7RI3FI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Rs4-5lND_bA/s1600/sex-and-the-city-flashback-425tp091009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHna7RI3FI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Rs4-5lND_bA/s400/sex-and-the-city-flashback-425tp091009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is sooo funny. i really think it's a good way to show the contrast. but to be honest, Charlotte looks pretty much the same. hee hee. but the shoes are much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHntLoCm4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dyJnUj19E9c/s1600/sex_and_the_city_2-film.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHntLoCm4I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dyJnUj19E9c/s400/sex_and_the_city_2-film.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i really like what all of them wore here. it's soo pretty and so nice. but it's a little bit too nice for them to wear it in the desert. but then again, it's SATC. anything can happen. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHn9Yhb2cI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hQPRGhZEMrY/s1600/Sex-and-City-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHn9Yhb2cI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hQPRGhZEMrY/s400/Sex-and-City-2.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;again, i love everything that the 4 of them are wearing. these dresses, shoes and bags are soooo them. very very pretty. i wish i have 3 other friends and we can dress up and go shopping at 5th ave. hee hee. maybe we can do it singaporean style. shop at orchard road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHom7BFXmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DEzta58Ninw/s1600/photo_24_hires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHom7BFXmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/DEzta58Ninw/s400/photo_24_hires.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;see, Miranda's hair is soooo nice. i wish i can have such hairstyle. i really want to do this but everyone told me not to cut my hair. but i really really really really like this hairstyle. and i love this look of Miranda. she's sooo pretty here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHoiDAdFSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/2VSm6m8DH8A/s1600/6865889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHoiDAdFSI/AAAAAAAAA9c/2VSm6m8DH8A/s320/6865889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i also love this dress of Samantha. it's very pretty and i love all the accessories and also the hair. not the bag though. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHok66ZYWI/AAAAAAAAA9k/I3etyzV-XDs/s1600/6865905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHok66ZYWI/AAAAAAAAA9k/I3etyzV-XDs/s320/6865905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i really really really love all the outfits here except for Charlotte's. I really really really really love Miranda's jumper. it's A M A Z I N G. i want something like that!! and i loooooove this poster!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHrwg6pNVI/AAAAAAAAA90/NJhEs1oouvo/s1600/sex_and_the_city_two_ver3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHrwg6pNVI/AAAAAAAAA90/NJhEs1oouvo/s640/sex_and_the_city_two_ver3.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1417742279959089821?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1417742279959089821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-satc2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1417742279959089821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1417742279959089821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-satc2.html' title='I LOVE SATC2!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TDHm2Z4h4OI/AAAAAAAAA80/GCN5zTI1zF8/s72-c/carriewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6590495447885552114</id><published>2010-07-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:52:26.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to wear in Spain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am uber excited because i am going on a holiday soon. with all the changes ( good and bad ) happening at work, i seriously need this break. although there are some hiccups ( because the friend whom im supposed to stay with in London will not be around and another friend may not be around ), but i am sorting them out, i think. haha. but anyhow, i am really seriously looking forward to the holiday. hopefully i can meet the man of my dreams too. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, as it will be super hot in Madrid and Barcelona, my friends and i was planning to bring shorts and t-shirts and slippers. we just want to make sure we are as comfy as we can be as the weather will be super hot. BUT, after speaking with 2 friends who have been to Spain, they told me: " CANNOT WEAR SLOPPILY ". i guess no shorts and t-shirts except when i go to the beach. so i have decided to pack nice clothes. hee hee. and i hope to look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8PvpvE21I/AAAAAAAAA8M/ORa7RAAhWKw/s1600/ashley_tisdale_rocks_the_summer_trends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8PvpvE21I/AAAAAAAAA8M/ORa7RAAhWKw/s400/ashley_tisdale_rocks_the_summer_trends.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i dont think i will wear the boots because I DONT HAVE and it's WAY TOO HOT. haha. but everything else seems nice. and i think im going to pack a scarf in as i want to look like this as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8Q2pewwyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7KRhimQjTog/s1600/summer_scarves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8Q2pewwyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7KRhimQjTog/s400/summer_scarves.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i really dont know why people want to use scarf when it's soo hot but it's really cool and looks really nice and so im going to bring one and try it on but if it's too hot, i think i will ditch that idea. haha. for me comfy is MORE important than anything else. and i know the maxi dress is the latest trend but i was not able to get any nice ones in HK or NY. and so i hope i can get some from Spain and wear it there. so that i can look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8SCjskAwI/AAAAAAAAA8c/3jBl_pjvV0Q/s1600/maxi.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8SCjskAwI/AAAAAAAAA8c/3jBl_pjvV0Q/s400/maxi.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but then i really dont think i will look good in maxi dresses. maybe this is easier to pull off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8TYcqhxbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IFVa1tu6E4M/s1600/vanessa-hudgens-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8TYcqhxbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IFVa1tu6E4M/s400/vanessa-hudgens-white.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think this is very casual, very pretty and very comfy. but if i were to wear this during holidaying, i would swap the heels with a pair of sandals. haha i am so not a heels-person when im casual. i only wear heels when i go to work or when i go partying. haha. but i do have quite a bit of heels. i dont know why. maybe i should aim to look like this instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8VSBKbIVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7NfIWIzEFCA/s1600/rachel-bilson-legs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8VSBKbIVI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7NfIWIzEFCA/s320/rachel-bilson-legs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aiyah, so difficult to pack!!!! maybe i should just pack 1 dress and go Spain and buy everything. hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6590495447885552114?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6590495447885552114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-wear-in-spain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6590495447885552114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6590495447885552114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-wear-in-spain.html' title='What to wear in Spain?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TC8PvpvE21I/AAAAAAAAA8M/ORa7RAAhWKw/s72-c/ashley_tisdale_rocks_the_summer_trends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8271942190339940400</id><published>2010-06-23T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:12:52.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;i have no idea why. i am feeling SUPER down. so down that i just want to hibernate and do nothing. i am in one of those moods again. i have only negative feelings. nothing is cheering me up. not even my Spain trip. perhaps the only thing that can cheer me up is that i won 1 million dollars in a lottery and i can quit and travel around the world. or to be more realistic, i found a better job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;i didnt know a person can change so much in my life, in the way i look at myself, my job, my life. i didnt know a person can have such a&amp;nbsp;huge effect on me that i basically went from one end to the other. i didnt know that one person can let me see how good i am. i didnt know that one person can make me hate my job so much that i find my job a chore. there's a lot of things i didnt know until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;i know change is the only constant. i know i should embrace changes. i know all these and i know this is how i should be. i remembered that in london, my friend's mum did tarot card reading for me and said that there will be a change in my career this year and i am dreading that change but i will embrace it. well, the first half is right. second half, i dont see it happening. i dont like the change. i disagree with the change. this change makes me realize how much i hate my job and company. i need a new job. DESPERATELY and NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;why? why would a person promote another just because that dude is kinda cute, carries her shopping bags and possibly gave her orgasm. this is so not right. shouldnt we be rewarded based on our competencies and merits. fine maybe the dude's competencies and merits is that he's willing to be a dog. then get a dog. a dog is much better. i wish im&amp;nbsp;a dog. a dog doesnt have to worry about such lame stuffs. i dont have to worry about me being underpaid. i dont have to worry about people complaining about lame stuffs to me and expect me to do something about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;oh well, i guess life is unfair. i dont even know&amp;nbsp;why i wrote&amp;nbsp;this. dont worry. this is not my will. i am not committing suicide. im too gutless to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8271942190339940400?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8271942190339940400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-depression.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8271942190339940400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8271942190339940400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-depression.html' title='Great Depression'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1230683447301015168</id><published>2010-06-01T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:17:20.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I like Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my new found love - GLEE. haha actually i dont really like it but it's quite lame and corny and so i thought it's quite nice. and besides, there are quite a number of eye-candies in the show. and i dont mean just the guys. some of the girls are pretty hot too. there are a few interesting things that i notice about this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if any of the characters are in the cheerleading group aka cheerios, they have to wear the cheerleading uniform wherever they appear. they have NO OTHER clothes. i think it's pretty sad. i mean being a cheerleader would mean that they are slim and fit and popular but they can only wear the cheerleader uniform? that's quite sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUQ7tnrO6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/lBpyoPLMJU8/s1600/cheerios.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUQ7tnrO6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/lBpyoPLMJU8/s400/cheerios.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;these are the 3 main cheerleaders in the show. although they are in the glee club, they are always wearing this uniform. it's quite boring and sad. i mean seriously, the black girl on the right has such GOOD BODY. i would love to see her in some sexy dresses or some nice jeans. and when other characters join the cheerios, they have to be in this ugly uniform as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAURjNkClyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WFhJx4iVdZw/s1600/kurt.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAURjNkClyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WFhJx4iVdZw/s320/kurt.png" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this guy is a gay in the show ( and a gay in real-life ). he's always dressed nicely with nice hair. but the moment he's part of the cheerios, he has to wear this ugly uniform. seriously, if the producers is trying to use the clothes as a form of indication that these characters are cheerleaders, at least the uniform should be nicer and i think people who are fans or avid followers of the show will know who are the cheerleaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;another funny thing is the storyline. right at the beginning of the show, during the first or second episode ( i cant really remember ), the story goes by that glee teacher wants to quit. i mean seriously. the show is called "GLEE" and obviously the teacher who is going to run and inspire the Glee kids is NOT going anywhere in the show. if he quits, that's like the end of the show. it's PRETTY LAME. hahaha. but on another note, matthew morrison is quite a charming man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUTMKJY8vI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fLLIf4p4Py8/s1600/mm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUTMKJY8vI/AAAAAAAAA7o/fLLIf4p4Py8/s400/mm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;apparently he was singing on broadway in "hairspray". haha cant imagine him as "Linc" as Zac Efron was "Linc" too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, i really really really really really really really hate the main lead. she is super duper annoying. she is so annoying that although her voice is really good, i hate her! she is super annoying and i dont understand why would any guys be interested in her. she reminds me of&amp;nbsp; a colleague who is always trying to be smart and friendly but is actually super lame. but that colleague of mine looked like "ugly betty". I am NOT kidding. she really is like "ugly betty" hahaha. even betty is prettier. anyway, the main lead is not that ugly but i think the pregnant cheerleader is much much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUUZ7Z8ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qo06Orl8-3Y/s1600/glee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUUZ7Z8ZSI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qo06Orl8-3Y/s400/glee2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pretty pretty right? im actually quite jealous and wish im as pretty or rather i have been more diligent in my diet and losing weight plans and have looked like that when i was in high school. sigh. i guess i kinda like Glee because it's like HSM. it has pretty boys and girls, with some lame storyline but inspiring moments where the boys and girls always break out into songs SUDDENLY. haha. which is pretty lame. imagine walking down the school hallway and then suddenly, this girl started out singing and dancing in front of you. if this happened in real-life, i would have burst out laughing. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, the main male lead is actually this guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUVN9cUuSI/AAAAAAAAA74/ojGNxfOreDw/s1600/cory-monteith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUVN9cUuSI/AAAAAAAAA74/ojGNxfOreDw/s400/cory-monteith.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to be honest, i dont think he's cute. i dont like it when he sings and dance. kinda dorky but then kinda cute. hahahaha. anyway, he's not that young. he's like 28 this year but he's acting as 18 or 17. but he does look young. anyway, i dont think he's cute. now, this is my guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUVg0KQgqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/q9d8-H0veQo/s1600/mark-salling-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUVg0KQgqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/q9d8-H0veQo/s320/mark-salling-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isnt he CUTE??? his looks and height are just PERFECT FOR ME. sigh. if only i can find someone in real-life. i mean seriously, he is sooooooooo cute. and not to forget, he's oh-so-sexy. slurrrp. i really really like this guy. everything about him. even his character in the show, my favorite. the bad boy who is actually good. i guess i am always into this kind of guys. he looks a bit like robbie williams ya? *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1230683447301015168?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1230683447301015168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-i-like-glee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1230683447301015168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1230683447301015168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-i-like-glee.html' title='Why I like Glee'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/TAUQ7tnrO6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/lBpyoPLMJU8/s72-c/cheerios.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5990738063526225454</id><published>2010-05-23T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:14:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i can still remember myself telling someone during the 2006 World Cup that i want to go on a holiday in South Africa in 2010 during world cup. time really flies. it's 2010 and World Cup is coming and where i am? gloomy and polluted Hong Kong. sigh. anyway, on CNN, they kept saying that they are counting down to the world cup. and to be very honest, i am very excited too. anyway, it's going to start on 11 June and the opening match is South Africa vs Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, i know soccer is more of guy's thing but trust me, i think it is beneficial for girls to watch as well. seriously, when will all the cute dudes of different nationalities gather together? who can resist the charms of Cristiano Ronaldo and Fabio Cannavaro? and how can we forget my favorite Frank Lampard and Fernando Torres? well, yes they play in the leagues BUT not in the same league all the time. so this is the time i can get to see all my favorite guys in one occassion. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;also, this is the best time to hang out at bars with friends. it is very shioks to drink beer and watch soccer matches with friends. but then again, i think i have no more friends left to watch soccer with me. maybe i can go hang out alone and meet new friends. hahaha. but i doubt so. most probably i would just not be able to wake up. haha. but there is one match that i have to watch. Brazil vs Portugal. i love both teams but i prefer Portugal more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway for some, this is the season to make $$$$. im sure many would be placing bets on all the matches and there will be different ways of betting. some will make $$$ and some will lose $$$. as for me, i have only bet once but i didnt really like it. haha i can still remember it's a game between England and Brazil. i would prefer England to win as i really like Frank but i know Brazil can win England easily. so i bet my $$$ on Brazil. during the game, i am torn between love and money. hahaha. at the end of the game, i won $$$ but it broke my heart to see my Frank so upset. sigh. anyway, this year, im putting my $$$$ on Spain. so it's good. i love Spain and so do i love $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i wonder if Singapore will ever play in the World Cup. hahaha. maybe we should just aim to HOST and not PLAY. more likely to succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5990738063526225454?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5990738063526225454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/south-africa-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5990738063526225454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5990738063526225454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/south-africa-2010.html' title='South Africa 2010'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6763388448531337634</id><published>2010-05-22T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:16:37.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;am not sure if people out there pretend to be somebody when they were young. have spoken to a few friends and we kinda exchanged our childhood dreams about what we want to be when we grow up. and very interestingly, many of my friends want to be this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_eY8Kjv2rI/AAAAAAAAA7A/F6rx7Y8CQ0w/s1600/cashier_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_eY8Kjv2rI/AAAAAAAAA7A/F6rx7Y8CQ0w/s200/cashier_web.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and interestingly when i asked why, the same reason was given. all of them like to play with the cashier machine when it goes " ka-cheng " and the drawer will spring out. hahaha. honestly, i think it's very duhz to actually like to be cashier because of the machine. haha even as a kid, i never wanted to be a cashier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the second most common job that my friends want to be is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_eaE2A405I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Df39e2WHQ5k/s1600/Chef-To-Go-Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_eaE2A405I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Df39e2WHQ5k/s320/Chef-To-Go-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahaha again, i have no idea why. and very interestingly, these friends are actually foodies. when they go travelling, they will be very very interested to go to different places to try to food and they are always talking to me about food (which i honestly think it's boring). well, we called it "masak-masak". these friends also told me that they will have real food to play with as their mothers or grandmothers will give them the unwanted food to pretend they are really cooking. haha pretty cute right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as for me, what do i pretend to be when i was young? when i told my friend what i always pretend to be, they all started laughing and said i was sooo serious. well, but this is seriously, what i always pretend to be when i was young:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_ebs4BlwyI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rG9jBRmU5Yk/s1600/ceo-barbie-c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_ebs4BlwyI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rG9jBRmU5Yk/s320/ceo-barbie-c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahaha! yes a very very successful CEO! i always pretend that i have a very big house, i drive&amp;nbsp;a very nice car and i have a very big office. everyday, my job requires me to sit in the office and sign documents and checks. then i will go have nice lunches and dinner and sipped wine and chill out at nice places. and i actually will use my mum's or uncle's unwanted check books or i will draw my own checks. haha then i will carry briefcase and go to work and sign important papers. to me, it is very interesting and it's my dream life. earning big bucks and having comfortable life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;now im wondering what my guy friends would pretend when they are young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6763388448531337634?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6763388448531337634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretend-pretend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6763388448531337634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6763388448531337634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretend-pretend.html' title='Pretend Pretend'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S_eY8Kjv2rI/AAAAAAAAA7A/F6rx7Y8CQ0w/s72-c/cashier_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-9004161859353935762</id><published>2010-05-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:43:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shen Qian Da Ji Hua!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i need to embark on this "da ji hua" of mine. it is very important that i start to save SERIOUSLY. i mean i have been saving but i have also been spending. the other day, i was being "scolded" by a friend who said i should be more serious and stop floating around. he doesnt want me to end up like "Carrie Bradshaw" - no money no house. that kinda makes me scared. i really need to start saving. so i have to embark on my 省钱大计划.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;one of the obstacles that i am facing right now is my "break-up friend". whenever i go out with her,&amp;nbsp; i have to spend at least HKD 500. this is A LOT OF $$$$. i have been telling her i need to save $$$ as i am going to Spain and I want to save $$$. she is earning almost 20% more than me (i think) and so she had that spending power which i dont have. when i go to the beach, i only need to spend HKD 50. i will bring my own water and food and i will go to the most accessible beach by bus. when i go to the beach with her, i had to spend HKD 300 - taxi ride to the most secluded beach, lunch, water, food, drinks, etc etc. i mean the secluded beach is nice because it's secluded BUT i do not want to spend HKD 300 just to go to that beach. i said i wanna go jogging on tuesday and she wanna join me. i said okay. then she said after running, we should do dinner. dinner with her will cost at least HKD 100. if i go home, i can just cook something for myself. and why would i want to go for dinner after perspiring? it's disgusting. therefore, i have to stop hanging out with her so often. i have to learn to say " NO ". i cannot afford to meet her every weekend because that will cost me a lot of $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what i am trying to do is to cook for myself. so i have to stop going out with people. for lunch, i have to spend at least HKD 50 per meal. this is because there is nothing cheaper in the area i work in. so, i have to save on my dinner and my weekends. i have bought some spaghetti and sauces, some instant noodles, bak kut teh mix, some canned food, etc etc. i want to cook as much as possible because it can really save me a lot of $$$.&amp;nbsp; and i am trying to stop buying things. thus far, i have been very successful. most of my $$$ is spent on food thus far.&amp;nbsp; so i should be able to save more $$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;talking about cooking, i have made my first bak kut teh tonight! so proud of myself. i have rice and soup and it actually taste quite nice. hee hee. take a look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S-a7VWnSB7I/AAAAAAAAA64/5_AB5MWfjws/s1600/IMG00005-20100509-1938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S-a7VWnSB7I/AAAAAAAAA64/5_AB5MWfjws/s320/IMG00005-20100509-1938.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-9004161859353935762?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/9004161859353935762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/shen-qian-da-ji-hua.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/9004161859353935762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/9004161859353935762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/shen-qian-da-ji-hua.html' title='Shen Qian Da Ji Hua!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S-a7VWnSB7I/AAAAAAAAA64/5_AB5MWfjws/s72-c/IMG00005-20100509-1938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8790763074283634350</id><published>2010-05-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:30:59.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-Up Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i am sure many people have gone into and out of relationships. it's very common and i believe it is happening all the time. and when people get into or out of relationships, they would always want to share with their friends. having said that, i personally feel that it's very normal for a person to want to share good news and bad news with friends but there is so much i can handle. of course, i am not saying that i dont share and i do want to share but i think one should always think about the other party when sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;of course, when it's good news, it's much easier to share and much easier on the other person. but of course, saying too much of " he's such a great guy " and " im so in love " can be a little annoying and torturing but still, at least it's good news. so good news is always something nice. therefore, i am pretty happy to hear such things from a friend. and of course, if such things happen to me ( which i dont think have ever happen to me ), i would do the same to a friend. however, no matter how inevitable it is and how i tried to embrace the fact that my friends would need to spend time with their new boyfriend/girlfriend, i still cannot help but think that it's very disgusting if my friend totally "ignore" me during that period. personally, i would give my friend an "expiry date". usually if my friend ignored me for like 1 or 2 months, i think it's very natural. anything more than that, i would think it's disgusting. this just goes to show much that friend actually value me as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on another note, when it's bad news, one would tend to want to share more and would want to have people always by their side. this, i totally understand, but again, i have a limit. and to be very honest, my patience for handling friends who whined and cried over break-ups is very very little. i totally understand why one would want to whine and cry and complain but seriously, there is a limit to how much one can handle the same issue/problem. i know it takes time for one to get over another. i know it's hard. i know it's easier said than done. i know all these but again, i cannot help but get annoyed with continuous whining and nonsensical thinking. it's even worse when it's a friend who "ignored" me the whole time he/she was attached and only come crying for my company when he/she got dumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, recently, i am "plagued" with this "disease". this friend of mine has just broken up with her boyfriend. she called me and cried and said she wanted me to keep her company. well, i dont mind and of course i said " ya, i will keep you company ". however, this is the beginning of my "nightmare". for that weekend, i have to keep her company for 3 FULL DAYS. she never goes to the beach. now she kept pestering me to go to the beach with her. simply because her ex likes to go to the beach. i told her " i am tired ", she kept pestering. after beach, she said to have dinner. after dinner, she asked to go out for drinks. i said ' i am sleepy ' she ignored me. and i dont like to go to a particular beach because it's inaccessible and troublesome and she insisted. fine, we go and there's no sun and it's cold. so i suggested going home. she said she couldnt go home as she would let her thoughts go wild. she would start to imagine her ex and another girl having sex. she would start to imagine her ex having fund with another girl in bali. SERIOUSLY, GET A LIFE. and whenever, we're out, she's always looking for him and asking me why did he want to break up with her. HOW THE FARK I KNOW? her ex sails and she's suddenly into sailing. she said it's soo fun. and she kept pestering me to do it. and i told her " i dont have money and i dont like it " then she kept saying it's nice and etc etc etc. and she kept asking me to hang out with her. i dont mind but it's boring hanging out with her because she kept talking about the ex and about boring stuffs. and even when at the beach, usually i would read a book or just chill. she wanted to keep talking. and the moment we talked, it's about the ex and why the ex doesnt want to be with her and what if the ex is having sex with another girl. SERIOUSLY, HOW THE FARK I KNOW?? and when i told her i need to go to my company's dragonboat practice,she asked if she can come along. i said im going to Spain with my friends, she asked if she can come along. is she THAT desperate? i am sure i am not her only friend. maybe not only am i her backup for boyfriend but im also the backup for her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mmm, maybe im selfish and maybe im a bitch but i really have enough of her. she's really pissing me off by just calling me! i told her i am not "Charlotte" from SATC and I will not tolerate her nonsense for long. i told her she had to stop dramatizing everything! it's really getting on my nerves. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8790763074283634350?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8790763074283634350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-up-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8790763074283634350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8790763074283634350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-up-friend.html' title='Break-Up Friend'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8184144040843751625</id><published>2010-04-19T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:52:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;went for 2 holidays already and im pining for my next holiday. argh. this sucks. why do i have to work? why cant i be "Hannah Hilton"? then i can just travel around the world. i should have been more determined to lose weight when i was younger and become and air stewardess and then i can travel around the world. argh. this sucks. im always looking saving $$$ and then i'll spend it holidaying. at this rate, i will never be able to save $$$. this sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, first destination is Langkawi. nice short getaway where i got a nice tan. hee hee. i miss the sun. havent seen the sun for a long time. went with a friend whom i met 2 years ago on my Israel trip. we went to mangrove swamps, eagle-feeding, fish farms, bat caves and we even dived. talking about diving, it's super duhz. we signed up for the diving thingy but we said we both forgot our license. when we signed up for it, they said we can speak with the dive masters/instructors and we should be able to dive. but on the day, we spoke with that dude and he refused to let us dived as we dont have our licenses with us and he said we can only do the beginner stuffs which is to dive around the boat. my friend was pissed as she's an advanced diver! haha. anyway we argued with the dude and then finally, some kind uncle said we can join them. yay! seriously, those who refused to let us dive were CRAZY. why would we lie that we can dive when we cant? who in the world would lie about diving??! i mean it's not like drinking. if you lie that you're above 18 to drink, that's fine.why would we lie that we can dive when we cant? we're not on a suicide trip!!! we were in langkawi to enjoy!! then we concluded that the malay instructor was lazy and didnt want to bring us down. hahaha. anyway, the 2 dives that we had was not fantastic. it's not clear and there's nothing much to see. sigh. but overall, it's a very chilled trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8su7Z2o-FI/AAAAAAAAA40/gF7lJEyPXWk/s1600/Mangrove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8su7Z2o-FI/AAAAAAAAA40/gF7lJEyPXWk/s400/Mangrove.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the mangrove swamp that we went. basically nothing much to see and so we camwhore a lot. and so there's not much pictures of anything else but moi. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8su0bPO6DI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OtlMhrcif08/s1600/hannah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8su0bPO6DI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OtlMhrcif08/s400/hannah.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;haha so this is me. and below is my friend and i. many commented that we look like sisters. but i always insist that im the younger and prettier one. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8svC6ea8yI/AAAAAAAAA48/3bymifjJhWk/s1600/H%26S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8svC6ea8yI/AAAAAAAAA48/3bymifjJhWk/s400/H%26S.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after this sunny trip,i made a trip to LONDON!! this is my first trip to London and my first trip to Europe. i was uber excited. i cannot contain my excitement. and my accommodation was free as my friend has just relocated to London. so it's AMAZING. i did all the touristy stuffs and i also did the local stuffs. i went to Oxford, Bath and Stonehedge. I hung out at the locals with british and hungarians. i drank almost everyday and i visited museums and took the underground. i even went to work for a day. oh, i also took a speed boat down River Thames, visited castles, went up the London Eye, and met up with friends in London. the only thing that i didnt do is to watch a musical. i decided to drink instead of watching. hahaha. i want to go back to London again. and guess what? i think i am. haha im planning my next trip to Spain and i have decided to drop by London and then to Spain. hee hee. oh, not to mention, i made new friends in London and they are such fun people to hang out with. they are forever drunk and hungover and so they are always wasted and funny. hahaha. and people always say the weather in london was gloomy and all. well, the 8 days that i was there, it was sunny and nice. oh and i didnt have a chance to sip english tea with the queen. think she's out of town. oh well, will do it another time. hahaha. ooh and i wanted to go MOS but everyone kinda said it's expensive and not worth and so i ended up in the locals ( this is what they call their usual drinking hangout ). i really hope my company can send me to London for like 3 months stint or exchange. that would be my dream come true. sigh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szP6xYxdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/N3XhX99ebJg/s1600/Hannah_TelephoneBooth02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szP6xYxdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/N3XhX99ebJg/s400/Hannah_TelephoneBooth02.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szdXfTcfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/z88Il9a6ikY/s1600/P4081895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szdXfTcfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/z88Il9a6ikY/s400/P4081895.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I so need to take these 2 pictures. they are the typical London things. right???? hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szsv6p2xI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8rszFCp6A38/s1600/London+Eye_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8szsv6p2xI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8rszFCp6A38/s400/London+Eye_01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the famous London Eye which our Singapore Flyer copied from. I actually took it on a sunny day and it's quite awesome. it's very pretty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8sz-lzyzwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/MFaJ269d-zk/s1600/Parliament+House_08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8sz-lzyzwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/MFaJ269d-zk/s400/Parliament+House_08.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the Parliment House. I wanted to see this badly as I remembered Harry Potter and gang flew past it in the latest movie. haha i asked if i can do the same and everyone kinda ignored me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s0bDzenUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/9VUUYHbp-vQ/s1600/P4031721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s0bDzenUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/9VUUYHbp-vQ/s400/P4031721.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the famous bridge of London. i always thought this is London bridge but i was told that this is Tower Bridge. London bridge is just a normal bridge. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s0t8BYc5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/Su-4rQGhKEo/s1600/P4051796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s0t8BYc5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/Su-4rQGhKEo/s400/P4051796.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i went to the Oxford castle. it wasnt what i expect it but oh well, it's still a castle. hee hee. my all-time dream to visit a castle. i need to start looking for suitable castles for my wedding. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1JUHC6hI/AAAAAAAAA50/3itscUkyV8g/s1600/P4041771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1JUHC6hI/AAAAAAAAA50/3itscUkyV8g/s400/P4041771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is Oxford. makes me feel like studying again. same feeling i got when i visited Princeton 3 years ago. haha i think maybe i should seriously consider studying but then again, i may&amp;nbsp; not be smart enough to get into these ivy-league school. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1grx4YyI/AAAAAAAAA58/3MlsDqU_myQ/s1600/P4081860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1grx4YyI/AAAAAAAAA58/3MlsDqU_myQ/s400/P4081860.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh went to Windsor Castle too. this is like the summer house of the Queen. too bad she's not around to have tea with me. but it's amazing. i love this castle. it's actually livable. haha. very very interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1u4PmG_I/AAAAAAAAA6E/9kNxU1Sw5HY/s1600/P4081869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s1u4PmG_I/AAAAAAAAA6E/9kNxU1Sw5HY/s400/P4081869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i finally see the guards!!!! they are sooo serious. and i wonder when they were marching and with all these tourists taking pictures and looking at them, what are their thoughts. if im one of them, i would definitely be very conscious of how i look and if i look fat and if my hat is crooked and if i would look good in the camera. and if there's some cute girls taking pictures, i would love to ask her for her name. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2GXwM8jI/AAAAAAAAA6M/9fTQl6nxj0w/s1600/P4081917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2GXwM8jI/AAAAAAAAA6M/9fTQl6nxj0w/s400/P4081917.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is at Bath. we went to the Roman Bath, which i thought wasnt great but the town itself or whatever you called it, is extremely pretty. i would love to retire in UK. but that is provided it's always spring time haha which is impossible. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2iiXimzI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UaOCPSo6TXg/s1600/P4081938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2iiXimzI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UaOCPSo6TXg/s400/P4081938.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2q3jd92I/AAAAAAAAA6c/VY7Mlxf6CEU/s1600/P4091955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s2q3jd92I/AAAAAAAAA6c/VY7Mlxf6CEU/s400/P4091955.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s3GM4SK3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/4FFVlagV-tA/s1600/P4091954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s3GM4SK3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/4FFVlagV-tA/s400/P4091954.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can i not go to the Stone Hedge? i forced my friends to go with me and i told her i NEED to go to this place. but to be honest, it's nothing much. haha just stones. i cant even go near them. they are like 50 m away. haha and all we can do is walked around it and take pictures and every other pictures look almost the same. i wonder why does it not look like the wallpaper. haha. guess i need a better camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s3w7BAxtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ocEzJdZ4FlM/s1600/P4092007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8s3w7BAxtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ocEzJdZ4FlM/s400/P4092007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my final attempt to have tea with the Queen. i went all the way to Buckingham Palace and was told she's at Windsor. argh. i think she's avoiding me on purpose. I wonder why. oh well, never mind. i will get in touch with her again. and too bad i missed the changing of guards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sigh, i need a holiday again!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8184144040843751625?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8184144040843751625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8184144040843751625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8184144040843751625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS...'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S8su7Z2o-FI/AAAAAAAAA40/gF7lJEyPXWk/s72-c/Mangrove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6393896862169168634</id><published>2010-04-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:59:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my Personal Space?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;have been wondering and thinking if i should delete my facebook account. maybe im just paranoid or maybe i am really too affected by my boss.i have people from my office who are my "friends" on facebook too. and so when i have updates or pictures uploaded or when i made comments, everyone can kinda see it. and somehow, some of the comments i made or updates that i made, according to my boss, can be misleading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;seriously, i was appalled. this is because i never put things like " i hate my job " or " i hate my boss " or " i wanna quit " something like that. things that i put on my FB are mostly personal. yes some of them are evoked from frustrations at work and it may be linked to that BUT it's not obvious, at least to me. unless you know me or are working with me or whatever.but even if it's obvious, DOES IT MATTER? this is my personal life and i am a human. whatever happen will affect me in some ways or another. agree? so why am i devoid of this right simply because i have work people on my friends list? this is absurd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i remembered there was this time, i said " i need to stop shopping" and my friend outside of work commented that i need not stop shopping as im earning $50,000 a month. now, this is a private joke between my friend and i as we always tease each other about how "much" we are earning. and my boss (who is also my friend) actually told me that this is very misleading because people might actually think that i am earning that much money (in hkd of course ) and that we are giving the wrong image to the other teams. SERIOUSLY, this is too much. i told him this is a private joke between friend and i. and he suggested to me to comment back to say i am earning $500,000,000 or some absurd numbers so that it's obvious that it's a joke. SERIOUSLY. isnt this too much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yesterday, im not sure what happened but i think there are some negative comments/gossips about me in Singapore. somehow, these comments/gossips kinda reached my global manager and i think she might have mentioned something to my manager. so my manager told me again that i must be extremely careful with my friends in Singapore. he emphasized again that they may appear to be friends but they are not friends. he again told me to be very careful of what i say to people in Singapore and i should really do something about my FB. seriously, FACEBOOK AGAIN??? this sucks. i was kinda frustrated and i almost deleted my FB account but there are many who arent my co-workers. i thought about deleting those co-workers but then i think it's not worth it at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this really pissed me off as i really hate it when my personal life is affected by my work life. anyway, have decided im going to keep my FB account and will block certain comments from those co-workers or maybe i should create a 2nd FB account. HAHAHAHA. but too much work for something that is personal. seriously, this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6393896862169168634?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6393896862169168634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-is-my-personal-space.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6393896862169168634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6393896862169168634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-is-my-personal-space.html' title='Where is my Personal Space?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8069345115277117164</id><published>2010-03-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:22:01.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Been quite a while since I last wrote.not that my life is unhappening but just that it's too random to be put into one post. but yet, all these small snippets actually made up my life. i guess my life story is a combination of millions of short stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, i think i just lost a group of old friends. all because i refused to be part of the bridesmaid team because i was not able to get the same dress. to be honest, it's very silly but i really dont know why i was so stubborn. basically, we were supposed to make bridesmaid dresses togets but because im not in singapore, they made the dress without me. but they did told me to give them my measurements and they will make the dress for me. i refused as i know it's not going to be a nice dress and all the shit. but honestly, it's not my wedding, i need not look the best. but still, i refused. i told them i am quitting and i dont see the point. and besides, im just part of the bridemaids team because i am conveniently part of the group. that pissed them off BIG TIME. and then to make matters worse, i didnt go to the dinner in the end. i chose to go to my uncle's dinner instead. the reason? well, i just feel that they dont want me to be there. i dont have the invitation card, i dont know what's going on, no one updated me, no one contacted me. so fine, whatever. haha. seriously, i think im very childish but i guess this is just how i really feels and thinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after taking on a managerial role, im dying from all the stress. it's NOT FUN at all to be a manager. in fact, it's so stressed that i have "collapsed" several times after i've taken on the role. SO NOT FUN. i couldnt control myself and i got personal. and i get pissed off very easily and it's really very difficult for me. i have a team which everyone is earning more than me and being more experienced. and it didnt help that my boss is a great manager and everyone's so used to his style and i cant do what he does. in the beginning, one of my team mates actually called me and told me that i need to be like my manager in order to gain respect from them. i was like " WTH". oh well, i guess im screwed? hahaha. anyway, i have just decided. i am going to give myself 6 months. by 2nd quarter of 2010, i want my team to adapt to my leadership style. by 1st quarter, i will stop being nice and friendly. i want to be more firm and get my instructions across. i will do my best to "protect" my team but i cannot do it the way my boss does it. so if my team thinks im useless, too bad. that's me. and by 2nd quarter 2010, i want them to respect me for who i am. i have the capability and i have the skills. so they have no right to despise me simply because im younger and less experienced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i want to go to the beach again. had great time in langkawi. sunny and i got a nice tan. not too burnt. just nice. swim, laze, dive and eat. shioks. but im going to london in april. shioks too. never been there. super excited. hopefully the weather is good. cant wait to go holidaying again. haha it's bad as everytime i go holidays, i lose my momentum at work. but oh well, i need to balance my work and personal life. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ooh, one of my good friend's sister is getting married and she asked me to be part of the bridesmaid. haha. i told her about my incident with my old friends. she told me " okay, i will give you all the details by june. " she's getting married in november. HAHAHA. i guess i was very direct and frank when telling her my story. and then she asked me to help her look out for dresses. so i started to google. and i fell in love with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S5kJ4J5tTcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Eu1Mij0CmM0/s1600-h/wedding_gown_vera_wang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S5kJ4J5tTcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Eu1Mij0CmM0/s400/wedding_gown_vera_wang.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;isnt the dress on the right so pretty? i love it sooo much that i am saving this picture in my hard drive. HAHAHA. and why is it so pretty? it's by vera wang. maybe i can ask her if she can sponsor me just like how she sponsor carrie bradshaw. i should start writing columns! hahaha. and no, i am not desperate to get married. in fact, i think i may never get married. i have commitment phobia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8069345115277117164?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8069345115277117164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8069345115277117164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8069345115277117164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-stuffs.html' title='Random Stuffs'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S5kJ4J5tTcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Eu1Mij0CmM0/s72-c/wedding_gown_vera_wang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5019366719841590516</id><published>2010-02-26T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:01:49.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;am back in Singapore for 2 weeks for CNY. it's a super long holiday. i like it and im dreading going back to HK to work. sigh. once back in HK, i may have my own privacy, my own house and all, but i also have my own laundry to do, my own house to clean and etc. sigh. over here, everything's done nicely for me. heh heh. i even got a "personal chauffeur". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, 1.5 weeks have passed. what have i been doing? 3 things - EAT, SLEEP, NUAH. hahaha. this is really life. i wish i can do that for the rest of my life but still get paid. sigh. but then again, by doing these 3 things, i am getting fatter too. so maybe it's not such a good idea after all. but then again, i really do not mind getting fat if i can get paid to bum around. anyways, i should stop dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;did some shopping with mum and friends. woah, there's a lot of new shopping malls in Singapore. huge and confusing. haha wonder why do they make it so confusing for shoppers to shop. also, some of the roads that i used to frequent has also changed. i have been getting lost on the roads for the past few days. i either make a wrong turn or didnt make a turn and ended up in some places that i have no freaking idea where i was. but thankfully, i still manage to find my way home. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;well, the good news is, im coming back again for work next week. YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5019366719841590516?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5019366719841590516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5019366719841590516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5019366719841590516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8898501962683217693</id><published>2010-02-07T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:57:10.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift..??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am very sure everyone know who is Taylor Swift. if one doesnt, then i think one has a serious problem. she's everywhere. on every award show, every prestigious whatever crap, country music, best newcomer, etc etc, she's always the winner. even on fashion police, she's the most well-dressed. seriously i dont understand why. is she that good? i mean she is decent-looking and quite pretty but not gorgeous, in my opinion that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27AYRmXOOI/AAAAAAAAA38/9WhK0AUd3j8/s1600-h/taylor_swift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27AYRmXOOI/AAAAAAAAA38/9WhK0AUd3j8/s320/taylor_swift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i mean how pretty is that? she is a typical blond chick if you ask me. and her songs, i dont even know what songs she sings. hahaha. apparently she's a songwriter too. and she's a country singer/writer. something like Shania Twain and Leann Rimes. but seriously, i dont think she is THAT great. i dont know why everyone kept gushing about her. and said she's the next big thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27CasHB4fI/AAAAAAAAA4E/m_K-WdKipck/s1600-h/taylor-swift-013110-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27CasHB4fI/AAAAAAAAA4E/m_K-WdKipck/s400/taylor-swift-013110-1.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;okay, based on the above dress, she was named the best-dressed in Grammy awards 2010. seriously. is it that beautiful? i mean yes, the dress is beautiful but i dont think she's that beautiful at all. i just dont like it that she's winning all the awards and getting all the praises when i really dont think she's that great. hahaha. or maybe she'll be like norah jones. win everything in one year, and then it's downhill all the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and did i mention, she was dating Taylor Lautner. yes yes, Jacob. THANK GOD HE WOKE UP AND REALIZED SHE'S NOT THAT GOOD. hahaha. okay actually i dont really care if they are still dating as i dont really like him as well. but seriously, he can definitely get someone MUCH MUCH MUCH better. they dont look good togets at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27D3OBd7zI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U0nu-AAUVWM/s1600-h/3652a_taylor-swift-and-taylor-lautner-dinnerp-date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27D3OBd7zI/AAAAAAAAA4M/U0nu-AAUVWM/s400/3652a_taylor-swift-and-taylor-lautner-dinnerp-date.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a good-looking couple would be the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27FKQFTV-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/qa3TrmB5lHY/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-and-selena-gomez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27FKQFTV-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/qa3TrmB5lHY/s400/taylor-lautner-and-selena-gomez.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;see, this is what i mean by a good-looking couple. Selena looks soooo much better with Taylor. Swift looks too boring for him, agree? or personally, i prefer this couple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27EajZCLGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hHBfKIiLLco/s1600-h/Zac-Efron-Vanessa-Hudgens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27EajZCLGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hHBfKIiLLco/s400/Zac-Efron-Vanessa-Hudgens.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahahaha yes, im a little biased but oh well, i just think zac and vanessa look sooo good together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, back to Taylor Swift. i really have nothing much to say about her. haha because i dont even want to know her. when i googled "Taylor Switft", to be honest, there arent many fansites at all. maybe one or two. i mean if she's taht popular and talented and all the shit, shouldnt there be more fans out there making fansites for her? or maybe her fans are just her own family and friends. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8898501962683217693?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8898501962683217693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8898501962683217693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8898501962683217693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/taylor-swift.html' title='Taylor Swift..??!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S27AYRmXOOI/AAAAAAAAA38/9WhK0AUd3j8/s72-c/taylor_swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2767642659314598985</id><published>2010-02-03T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:24:02.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;just moved into my new house. actually not just just but it's been almost a month since i moved here. didnt update anything for so long because i just got my internet up and running. the stupid internet and cable tv thingy was not working in my building and so it took a while. anyway, everyone's kinda bugging me for pictures of my new house. and so here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is my bedroom. very simple. as the name suggests, i can only put a bed there. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDhW-LTII/AAAAAAAAA30/Ow9h6cbe2Lc/s1600-h/House7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDhW-LTII/AAAAAAAAA30/Ow9h6cbe2Lc/s320/House7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the other room. it's more like a "walk-in wardrobe". but it's kinda messy. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDflXzvfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/24g2BoKSSjM/s1600-h/House6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDflXzvfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/24g2BoKSSjM/s320/House6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the view of the 2 rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mCxfMOjTI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5PZsqTeIZbQ/s1600-h/House1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mCxfMOjTI/AAAAAAAAA3E/5PZsqTeIZbQ/s320/House1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the living room....which is just next to the rooms and it's not exactly a room. maybe i should call it "living area". haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDePQhTqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nIXDlzyx9Zg/s1600-h/House5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDePQhTqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nIXDlzyx9Zg/s320/House5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my shoe cabinet and dining area. actually they are all near the living area. i didnt even have to move myself. i only need to stay on the same spot and turn. hahaha. that's my vacuum cleaner at the side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDcmEHDQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/O5OvldyUJc8/s1600-h/House4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDcmEHDQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/O5OvldyUJc8/s320/House4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the kitchen. it's very bright and cheery. unfortunately, i really dont cook. i think i need to learn some easy cooking so that i can save $$$. good idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDG7ynSjI/AAAAAAAAA3M/M_hOOp0fr2s/s1600-h/House2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDG7ynSjI/AAAAAAAAA3M/M_hOOp0fr2s/s320/House2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDJGKo0qI/AAAAAAAAA3U/tLi6YfUayf0/s1600-h/House3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDJGKo0qI/AAAAAAAAA3U/tLi6YfUayf0/s320/House3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;well this new house is much bigger than my previous one. this is 500 square feet and it's in the mid-levels. tihis means that im nearer to town and work and the rent is very expensive. so im sooo broke now. i really wish i can meet someone who is handsome, rich, generous, kinda, smart, humorous and loves me like crazy and will pay my rent and everything for me. heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2767642659314598985?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2767642659314598985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2767642659314598985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2767642659314598985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-home.html' title='New Home!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/S2mDhW-LTII/AAAAAAAAA30/Ow9h6cbe2Lc/s72-c/House7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8112779356552491212</id><published>2010-01-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:14:24.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today is the 7th day of 2010, and so many things have happened. actually i exaggerated a little. haha. but within the first 2 weeks of January, i have to do sooo many things! but then again, i also have no idea why i have so many things to do. haha i guess i am just exaggerating again. maybe my new year resolution should be to stop exaggerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, i have decided to move and i have found my new house. it's bigger but also more expensive. sigh. but it's going to be in a better location and i can actually walk to work. so hopefully, my transport expenses will reduce dramatically. just paid 3 months' rental and i am sooo broke now. and im moving this weekend and so i have to pack now and then over the weekend, i have to clean and unpack. and my mummy is not around this time. *sob sob* but i have to learn to be independent. another new resolution: to be an independent woman!! but i have heard many said that i am TOO independent. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh i am officially "promoted". *smilez* now, i am a team leader and i am "managing" a team of 6, 3 in HK and 3 in TKY. this means that i can go to tokyo VERY OFTEN. hahahaha. so happy. but seriously, it's stressful. now i have to think and strategize and help the team to push for sales and to bring in revenue. now i dont have individual revenue but team revenue. and guess what? i have only done this job for a year and so everything's extremely new to me. but i have much confidence in myself and i trust that God will bless me and give me the strength and whatever to help me to succeed. hallelujah. only bad thing is, the increment (if any) will only come at the end of the year. sigh. this is how my company works. never mind. i'll gain in other ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh well, i spent my new year's eve in Vietnam. shioks. have taken some pictures but will not be able to post till i have moved. as i think i have packed my wires and all into one of the boxes. haha. oh well, talking about boxes, i need to pack again. *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8112779356552491212?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8112779356552491212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-entry-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8112779356552491212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8112779356552491212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-entry-of-2010.html' title='First Entry of 2010'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-609377279961031127</id><published>2009-12-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:38:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzdkhXqVUdI/AAAAAAAAA20/1I3kks4zYRA/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzdkhXqVUdI/AAAAAAAAA20/1I3kks4zYRA/s400/sherlock_holmes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hee hee, this is really my new man. i cannot resist a smart, cunning, analytical, sexy man like this. even Edward Cullen had to take a step back let this man take the first place in my heart. to be honest, i enjoyed Sherlock Holmes more than Avatar. I have no idea why. i was still not feeling well when i watched it but i didnt fell asleep and i was kinda excited about it. and i liked it when Sherlock explained all the theories behind everything. AMAZING. and Robert is sooooooooo sexy. couldnt take my eyes off him. but of course, other than my man, there's another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzdlUyQJ-0I/AAAAAAAAA28/V2ewmtMy0aE/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes_ver2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzdlUyQJ-0I/AAAAAAAAA28/V2ewmtMy0aE/s400/sherlock_holmes_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;equally handsome. but i prefer Sherlock as he's more spontaneous and more crazy and more random. haha. i guess i just like quirky guys. i dont really like the kind that i can bring home to mummys. but that doesnt mean that i wanna date criminals. anyway, i am digressing. i just wanna say, i think Jude Law did a very good job as Watson and i personally prefer Jude Law as Watson than Robert Downy Jr as Sherlock. simply because Jude Law has a stronger british accent. HAHAHAHA. i was kinda disappointed that Robert didnt manage to do a british accent but of course, he's still very gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with regards to the movie, it's alright. some funny scenes. some interesting scenes. but i find that they speak a little too fast when they are talking about what they have discovered, especially when were talking about chemicals and all the stuffs. ARGH. i didnt catch it at all. maybe i was not a science student BUT i really want to know. and the chinese subtitles are CRAP as they are being translated into cantonese and not mandarin. annoying like hell loh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-609377279961031127?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/609377279961031127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/609377279961031127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/609377279961031127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-man.html' title='my new man...'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzdkhXqVUdI/AAAAAAAAA20/1I3kks4zYRA/s72-c/sherlock_holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5012400718234891219</id><published>2009-12-23T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:35:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's talking about Avatar, WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at this moment, "Avatar" is even more popular than "New Moon". well, to be honest, it's kinda expected as "Avatar" is directed and written by James Cameron. it should be good as a lot of $$$ has been invested into it. and usually movies with a lot of $$$ invested into it will be deemed as good. and it has been in production since 1994. seriously, this movie takes 14 years to produce?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyway, i managed to catch the 3D version. which is good as the special effects were really awesome BUT it makes me giddy. haha and because i have to wear my glasses and the 3D glasses, it's very heavy and therefore, i actually had to hold my glasses towards the end. well, i was not sure if i was tired or sick or the movie was boring. i actually fell asleep in the beginning. HAHAHA. everyone was like " this movie is GREAT" but to me, the only great part of this movie is the special effects. the storyline is normal and predictable. the main characters are kinda ugly as they are Na'vi and blue and scaly and doesnt wear clothes or shower or anything.and they have BIG and FLAT nose. like me. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzIdHjXyEQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LErm44uOlFs/s1600-h/avatar-navi-blue-photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzIdHjXyEQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LErm44uOlFs/s400/avatar-navi-blue-photo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but to be honest, i really like the fact that the real person can somehow be "transformed" into the blue person. i think that is extremely smart and creative of James Cameron. however, the storyline is too predictable and boring. i was not awed by it at all. and besides, the movie reminded me of many other movies such as "star wars", "harry potter", "lord of the rings", "narnia" and "matrix". as i watched, i was like " eh, very very familiar ah! ". and this is why i didnt think "Avatar" is that great. BUT, it's still worth to watch lah. because of the special effects and all the big fighting scenes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok lah, actually the main leads are quite good-looking. but too bad, they were not in this form throughout the show. it must be really tough to do this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzIfTcGMEmI/AAAAAAAAA2s/MCKIyOWTR10/s1600-h/zoe-saldana-sam-worthington-avatar-japan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzIfTcGMEmI/AAAAAAAAA2s/MCKIyOWTR10/s640/zoe-saldana-sam-worthington-avatar-japan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5012400718234891219?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5012400718234891219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyones-talking-about-avatar-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5012400718234891219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5012400718234891219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyones-talking-about-avatar-why.html' title='everyone&apos;s talking about Avatar, WHY?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SzIdHjXyEQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LErm44uOlFs/s72-c/avatar-navi-blue-photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2697623780990367810</id><published>2009-12-19T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:05:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"O Holy Night.. The stars are brightly shining... It is the night of the dear Savior's birth..." This is my favorite Christmas song. i looooooove this song. really love. i have been humming this song ever since 12/01/09. since it's the season of giving, i have decided to give myself something. this is what i got for myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Syul2f8JfqI/AAAAAAAAA18/eu_96-96nDk/s1600-h/PC171369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Syul2f8JfqI/AAAAAAAAA18/eu_96-96nDk/s400/PC171369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, this is what i bought for myself. i have no idea why but when i saw this, i fell in love with it. and with the constant instigation from 2 colleagues who went with me to the shop, i couldnt resist it at all. and so i called my mum, hoping that she would discourage me but guess what? she kinda encourage me too. HAHAHA. this is BAD. very very bad. now i am sooo broke that i have to look for sponsors. i need to stay at home and hibernate and not spend any more $$$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;more pictures of what i have bought for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumZr_J3mI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TvxwZK5-bR4/s1600-h/PC171370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumZr_J3mI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TvxwZK5-bR4/s400/PC171370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumddaVP5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/abuiLwM9Nzk/s1600-h/PC171371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumddaVP5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/abuiLwM9Nzk/s400/PC171371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Syumg5eHsDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/BeGRgY1Vfpg/s1600-h/PC171372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Syumg5eHsDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/BeGRgY1Vfpg/s400/PC171372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumlPjXMiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/c-JrgCc8nXc/s1600-h/PC171373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SyumlPjXMiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/c-JrgCc8nXc/s400/PC171373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i know it looks very normal but trust me, when i carry it, it's sooooo pretty. it's very very classic and i can imagine myself carrying it till my last day on earth. seriously. and it's really huge and it's really chic. well, when i saw this, i was deciding if i should get a Balenciaga or a Chanel or this. After much thoughts, i've decided to go with this because (1) the brand name, (2) there are not much imitation, (3) it's not common and (4) i love it!!!! and also, the salesperson who sold this to me is kinda cute. hee hee. and he has a master in fashion marketing. i wish i had gotten his number and maybe i can date him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i am a happy and broke girl now. *smilez* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2697623780990367810?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2697623780990367810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2697623780990367810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2697623780990367810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to Me!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Syul2f8JfqI/AAAAAAAAA18/eu_96-96nDk/s72-c/PC171369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4945478322563097104</id><published>2009-12-08T22:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:18:29.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FARK! i've been twilighted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMG! after reading "new moon" and complained non-stop about how boring and how lame it is, i proceeded to read "eclipse". and guess what? i actually liked book 3. hahaha why? because they are actually fighting. but the only thing that i really detest? they are fighting for bella. seriously, what is so good about bella? she's super annoying and she wanted the best of both worlds. BIATCH, GET A LIFE. anyway, after "eclipse", i need to read "breaking dawn" because i need to know the ending. i NEED to, really need to. and so instead of asking around who has the book ( yes, i was that cheapskate and i am not willing to buy that book ), i simply went online and started reading it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;guess what? do i love or hate the book? i dont know. it's VERY lame, seriously. bella kept wanting to have sex with edward? what's wrong with her? but honestly, i dont mind too. not because i want to do it with edward ( okay, maybe i do ) but i want to try it with a vampire. it's really funny. the way the author described the whole thing. like edward got all violence and started destroying things but yet they can still make love? super weird and kinda freaky. and then when bella become vampire, she cant wait to have more sex with edward. what has this become a porn book? hahaha but seriously, the author is giving false hopes to the teenagers out there. real sex is NOT like what she described AT ALL. real sex is more like porn, in my opinion that is. so teenagers out there, STOP FANTASIZING, EDWARD IS NOT REAL. HE'S TOO PERFECT TO BE REAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyway, so i was reading on how bella got married to edward, had sex, gave birth, turned into a vampire and all the shit. and guess what? i actually dreamt that I BECOME A VAMPIRE! seriously, i actually dreamt that i become a vampire. i have no idea how but in my dream, i was hunting with edward! hahaha seriously, we were running through the forest and we were chasing a lion, my favorite animal!!!! and then we were jumping and leaping and running. and in my dream, i kept saying to myself " OMG, I AM A VAMPIRE " . seriously, i think i am going mad. seriously mad. and to think that i hate the Twilight Saga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can someone tell me what is wrong with me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4945478322563097104?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4945478322563097104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/fark-ive-been-twilighted-argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4945478322563097104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4945478322563097104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/fark-ive-been-twilighted-argh.html' title='FARK! i&apos;ve been twilighted!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5155144044323876160</id><published>2009-12-04T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:44:37.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRESTLING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;was watching "Mummy Returns" and one of the actors was a wrestler - Dwayne Johnson. He is also known as "The Rock". he's not exactly good-looking but he has a cute smile. he smiled crookedly and it's kinda cute. anyway, he always say " do you smell what the rock is cooking? " before he made his grand entrance for his fight. wonder why did he say this. this is how he looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfjU3n1Q4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/t2rNknZmvKU/s1600-h/the_rock%28jagdish-1.blogs.com%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfjU3n1Q4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/t2rNknZmvKU/s320/the_rock%28jagdish-1.blogs.com%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this reminds me of my love for wrestling when i was younger. i was always watching wrestling with my brother and i would actually discuss it with my classmates ( boys , of course ) and get all excited over who will win the royal rumble and whatsoever tournaments.and so one of the famous and popular wrestler is this guy, Ultimate Warrior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfkylV14jI/AAAAAAAAA00/19lkoO-UIT8/s1600-h/UltimateWarriorArmTassels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfkylV14jI/AAAAAAAAA00/19lkoO-UIT8/s320/UltimateWarriorArmTassels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;funnily, when i was 12 years old, i thought he's darn good-looking and cool. but when i was googling for his pictures, i wasnt able to find a good-looking man at all. haha i guess my tastes change or maybe i was just infatuated with him. i guess beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. and how can we forget the ever-so-famous Hulk Hogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxflGKo1nHI/AAAAAAAAA08/WdhW6-bbYmM/s1600-h/hulk-hogan-word-heavyweight-champion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxflGKo1nHI/AAAAAAAAA08/WdhW6-bbYmM/s320/hulk-hogan-word-heavyweight-champion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, he was like the MOST POPULAR WRESTLER of all time for a long period. to be honest, i wasnt a big fan of his as i find that too many people like him. but i really enjoy his wrestling sessions. he always have grand entrances with fireworks and he always have his signature moves before and after the fight. love it when he tore his shirt apart. but then again, his shirt is almost torn anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shawn Michael and Bret the Hitman Heart are 2 pretty boys. They are really pretty hot and pretty cute and they belong to the "good side". however, one thing that i totally cannot understand is the hair. i mean if you're in a fight and you have long hair, wouldnt it be easier for the opponent to pull your hair and hurt you? but somehow, every wrestler has long hair. i wonder why. and when they perspire, the hair turns wet and it looks gross. anyway, here's Shawn and Bret, honestly they are really quite cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfmDqeZRJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/no_LpdM27G8/s1600-h/7909_shawn+michaels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfmDqeZRJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/no_LpdM27G8/s320/7909_shawn+michaels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfmH6hXGCI/AAAAAAAAA1M/HCJOjHdf4mQ/s1600-h/bret_hart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfmH6hXGCI/AAAAAAAAA1M/HCJOjHdf4mQ/s320/bret_hart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you guys think that these 2 pretty boys are my favorite, you're sooo wrong. my favorite is this guy: UNDERTAKER. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfnAdgRv9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ObPj9Xfv2ws/s1600-h/undertaker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfnAdgRv9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/ObPj9Xfv2ws/s320/undertaker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, i love this guy. he's always so mysterious and his manager, Paul Bearer ( which sounds like Pallbearer ) always carry an urn which seems to have this magical power. like when he's losing his energy or power, by looking at the urn, he will suddenly regain power and become strong again. haha. super silly. but i dont like him during the WWE time. during WWE, he somehow lost that mysterious air around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh well, other than the "good guys", there's also the "bad guys". one thing that i noticed is that the "good guys" are always half-naked. they usually have very simple clothes and usually they're distinctive in terms of colors. but the "bad guys" have very very distinctive features and they always have a lot of clothes. For example, Randy Savage is always flamboyant. British BullDog has the distinctive British logo all over and the Million Dollar Man has big blings blings. see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sxfn6p_hhkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nrnsQZ7O4DU/s1600-h/machoman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sxfn6p_hhkI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nrnsQZ7O4DU/s320/machoman1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sxfn-Sfs7BI/AAAAAAAAA1k/U8_f1GLIiZo/s1600-h/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sxfn-Sfs7BI/AAAAAAAAA1k/U8_f1GLIiZo/s320/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfoB_OYa7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/bNeLdEnt5YM/s1600-h/MillionDollarMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfoB_OYa7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/bNeLdEnt5YM/s320/MillionDollarMan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyway, i dont know when did i lose interest in wrestling. maybe it's when WWF becomes WWE. World Wrestling Federation becomse World Wrestling Entertainment. i guess they decided to change to "entertainment" so that they can truly emphasize that all the wrestling matches are just pure acting and pure entertainment. but sometimes, i heard from my brother, some of the wrestlers will get injured really bad and might even lose their lives. that is so scary, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh well, did i mention that my 27-year old brother is still watching wrestling? he is still spending like hours on youtube just looking at WWE matches. super lame. he knows they are all fake but yet he gets all excited. ask him why. his reply " this is what i called CLASSIC ACTING ". my brother is really kinda lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5155144044323876160?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5155144044323876160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrestling_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5155144044323876160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5155144044323876160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrestling_04.html' title='WRESTLING!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxfjU3n1Q4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/t2rNknZmvKU/s72-c/the_rock%28jagdish-1.blogs.com%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2156820297989637524</id><published>2009-11-29T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:32:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight vs Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, "new moon" has premiered and "eclipse"  is being filmed now. on the other hand, "harry potter and the deathly hallows" will be split into 2, first to be released on 19 Nov 2010 and second on 15 July 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on HP, i have finished reading HP books and i must admit i have re-read it at least 5 times for each book. haha yes, im a BIG HARRY POTTER fan. i can remember almost every spell and i can re-read and re-read and re-read it again and again and again.  as for the movies, i can also watch it over and over and over and over again. i just dont get bored at all. but to be honest, the first HP movie is still the best. the rest are not as good as i want them to be. also, the actors are kids and not that cute,  but i still love the HP series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxJtDv9dxMI/AAAAAAAAAws/P4XyMSfykS8/s1600/harry-potter-782972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxJtDv9dxMI/AAAAAAAAAws/P4XyMSfykS8/s400/harry-potter-782972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409506013606692034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these are the 3 main characters. when you compare them to the Twilight Stars, they are NOTHING. in fact, they pale in comparison and are kinda ugly. haha. although to be honest, i think Emma Watson is farking hot and so much more attractive than Kirsten Stewart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxJySpQBBGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZUneoIIs988/s1600/new-moon-after-party-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxJySpQBBGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZUneoIIs988/s400/new-moon-after-party-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409511767061628002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, the 3 main characters of Twilight Saga. the guys are sooo smoking hot and i really wish i can date both of them. now, there are 2 teams - Team Edward and Team Jacob. Edward is the vampire and Jacob is the werewolf. personally, i have no preference at all. in terms of the character, i do not like either. they are just so in love with Bella Swan that i get annoyed. in terms of looks, i think i am more of the Edward type. hee hee. but if i were to choose, i would rather be a werewolf. at least i can see the sun and i can eat. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when TS first got popular, i kinda didnt bother. however, after watching 'twilight' on the plane, i decided to read the books as the movie sucks. oh well, it has always been the case anyway. books are always better than movies. however, the TS books sucks as well!!!! okay, to be fair, i have not finished reading all 4 books of the TS and so maybe it's too early for me to make that judgement. but i have finished 2 out of 4 and i really dont feel like reading it anymore. it's soooo boring. okay to be fair, maybe my expectation is wrong. i was hoping to read more about the werewolves and vampires and all the fighting and what-nots. but i was sooo wrong. Twilight Saga is PURE TEENAGE ROMANCE story. *yawnz*. this really explains why i was soo not interested in the books. if i wanna read romance story, i may as well read Julie Garwood or likes where at least it's erotic in some sense. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh i havent watched the movie but i did saw some special program on E! for "new moon". those clips that i saw on E! seems to be the summary of the book. there are 24 chapters in "new moon", now im at chapter 20. and everything that i have read, the clips said it all. so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i guess both have some similarities. both has caused sensation among kids, teenagers and adults. books are bestsellers and movies are hollywood hits. both has created some smoking hot stars (Robert Pattinson, Emma Watson, Daniel Radclife, Taylor Lautner)  and both revolves around fantasy, magic and whatsoever. both has teenagers falling in love but it's much more obvious in TS. maybe that's both attracts fans from all walks of life. i guess most of us are still looking for PURE LOVE. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2156820297989637524?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2156820297989637524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-vs-harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2156820297989637524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2156820297989637524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-vs-harry-potter.html' title='Twilight vs Harry Potter'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SxJtDv9dxMI/AAAAAAAAAws/P4XyMSfykS8/s72-c/harry-potter-782972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2051803182225045717</id><published>2009-11-22T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:04:48.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gym members do the darnest thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure if i have mentioned before, but the members in my gym seriously do the darnest thing! every time i was in the gym, i will see the most amazingly weird stuffs. and trust me, it's not just weird, it's amazingly weird. so weird that i always wonder why. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, to start with, i am always seeing naked women in the gym toilet. well, it's normal for women to be naked after showering and between changing BUT, these women are M-A-D. seriously. for some reason or another, most of these women think that the gym public area is their private bathroom. they will shower, walked out of the shower with the towel wrapping their hair and the body is fully exposed. women of ALL AGES do this. so i have actaully seen old and young, bushy and bare, kept and unkept pussies. on top of that, i have seen big, small, saggy, firm, perky tits. you named it, i've seen it. not that i want to see it but they were just strutting about the gym's toilet and as if they are victoria secret's models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, there was this time, this lady was doing her breast self examination right in front of everyone. she was basically standing in front of the mirror and examining her breasts. pressing here, pressing there, looking for lumps or whatsoever. seriously, what's wrong with her? cant she do this at home? in her own private toilet? why is she doing that in public? mmm, maybe she is some doctor and is trying to tell the rest of us that it's VERY important to do this examination everyday. a friend commented that those are new breasts and so she's admiring them. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and there was another lady, she showered, walked to her locker and took her towel off to wipe herself dry. after that, she put on her undies. well, under normal circumstances, one would think that she's going to put on her bra but guess what? this is not normal. she started to wear her shoes. and yeah, so there she was, in her undies, putting her pair of shoes. did she think that it's super sexy to be doing that? and seriously, whatever she has, we all have. who is she trying to seduce. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, guys are equally weird. and NO, i did not have access to the guy's toilet. but i do see guys in the workout area. there was this time, i was doing sit-ups at some sit-up bench. and then suddenly i heard some noises. it sounded like when a guy was having sex and almost cum-ing. seriously, im not lying. in my mind, i was like " WTH, is he masturbating or what? " but when i turn to look at the guy next to me ( who was making those noises ), basically, he was just doing sit-ups like i am. omg, didnt know doing sit-ups can give you orgasm. hahaha. i was trying so hard not to laugh that i just finished it and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another time, there was this guy. he was staring at himself at the mirror for like a whole 5 minutes. basically, he was observing his nonexistent muscles. i have no idea what was he admiring about. his triceps? his biceps? his whatever-ceps? it's really funny. i was trying so hard not to laugh. and after admiring himself, he stepped up to the machine and started exercising his abs. and as he exercised, he was still staring in the mirror. i guess he was looking at where he should exercise more and if he was exercising the right part. it was really hilarious. i mean seriously, i know you have to look at yourself while exercising but this guy was admiring himself. he gave out the vibe that he believed he had the BEST body and is working now to maintain it. seriously, it's NON-EXISTENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, so far, these are some interesting thing that i have seen during my time spent in the gym. i must say, everyday, i learn something new about people. maybe there are some people out there who thinks that im super weird and kept staring at them. but seriously, i CANNOT help it.  *smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2051803182225045717?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2051803182225045717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-gym-members-do-darnest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2051803182225045717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2051803182225045717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-gym-members-do-darnest-thing.html' title='my gym members do the darnest thing!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6766503828167441691</id><published>2009-11-20T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:07:52.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper's Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, i am such a tv junkie. ive been in front of my tv NON-STOP. from reality shows, to sitcoms, to hk drama, to variety shows. anything that is watchable, i'll watch.  other than the amazing hk drama that i am currently following closely, i've just finished this thriller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadIwSNX7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/lj8xjIf8wLI/s1600/harpers_island_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadIwSNX7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/lj8xjIf8wLI/s400/harpers_island_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181176430649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funnily, when i googled it, it seems that the viewership was not good. i wonder why. it only took me 1 day to finish 13 episodes. not only is it short, it is super exciting. you will have to guess who is the killer and in every episodes, there are people getting killed and clues are given. basically, the story is about a group of people who went to this island to attend a wedding. and slowly, one by one was killed and everyone was paranoid and wonder who was the killer. and honestly, i was quite accurate in guessing the killer. HAHAHA. although i swayed a little, but i actually suspected the correct people. wonder if it means i have the mind of a serial killer or a detective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, not to forget, everyone's cute on that show. to show that i am not just boy-crazy, i think these 2 ladies are so sexy and pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadP1uNODI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GGZSYcLv7og/s1600/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadP1uNODI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GGZSYcLv7og/s400/abby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181298149341234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this the main character in the show. her name is "Abby Mills" in the show. real name is "Elaine Cassidy". to be honest, never heard of her but i think she's pretty. she has the kind of pretty as Kristen Stewart. personally, i prefer her as i never really like Kristen. and no, im not jealous that she has Rob Pattinson as im not a big fan of him. personally, both of them did not bring out the Twilight characters as i have imagined them to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJ_uLVKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/02Oxw_vSP3U/s1600/trish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJ_uLVKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/02Oxw_vSP3U/s400/trish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181197754356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is the bride. i think she is soooo pretty. her name is "Trish Wellington" in the show. her name is Katie Cassidy. funnily she and "Abby" has the same surname but they are both not related at all. "Abby" is married and has a kid and lives in Greenwich. "Trish" seems to be the daughter of famous people. well, i didnt have the patience to google more but from wikipedia, i deduce from the links her parents have. well, you need to be famous to have a page in wiki right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJsC6L9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/g5bJhorkSDw/s1600/sully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJsC6L9I/AAAAAAAAAwU/g5bJhorkSDw/s400/sully.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181192472604626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously think this guy is sooo good-looking. he's "Sully Sullivan", real name Matt Barr. No idea who is he but i think he is very gorgeous. well, after googling, apparently he was in "American Pie Presents Band Pie" as Brandon Vandecamp. I've watched this show a few times as i really like the idea of the frat thingy and i always thought the guys are really cute. OMG, he's one of them. no wonder i find him cute. slurrrrp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJWISdfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/hYMLfid75CY/s1600/jimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJWISdfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/hYMLfid75CY/s400/jimmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181186589586930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of all the guys, this is my favorite. dont ask me why. somehow, i think he reminds me of Johnny Depp and a little of Milo Ventimiglia. his name was "Jimmy Mance", real name is CJ Thomason. nothing much about him from google or wiki but apparently he's a model. can believe why he is as he's soooo smoking hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJGcBkYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_GgHTNOY3zQ/s1600/henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadJGcBkYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/_GgHTNOY3zQ/s400/henry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406181182377398658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally, the main lead - "Henry Dunn", real name Christopher Gorham. again, no idea who is he but he has this dreamy look. from the internet, he seems to have acted in several tv shows but i have never watched any of them. haha. guess he's not very famous but oh well, he's delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, this mini series is actually full of suspense and it's really worth watching. maybe i should have changed my job and become a tv shows reviewer. my main job is to write reviews of tv shows. haha. so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6766503828167441691?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6766503828167441691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/harpers-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6766503828167441691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6766503828167441691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/harpers-island.html' title='Harper&apos;s Island'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SwadIwSNX7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/lj8xjIf8wLI/s72-c/harpers_island_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5831734603769712561</id><published>2009-11-09T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:23:19.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宫心计</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really have to tell the world about this. i think i have practically told EVERYONE about this but still i feel the need to tell the world about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here is my latest craze:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgrL_6dzKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8KDFz8cS6Vo/s1600-h/000000718868_1255150244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgrL_6dzKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8KDFz8cS6Vo/s400/000000718868_1255150244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402115238166121634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is currently showing on the local tv in hong kong. it's farking amazingly good! well, someone said it's very much like da chang jin but I DONT CARE. that korean show was soooooo slow and sooooo not interesting. if this is very similiar to that korean show, well, i think this show is soooooo much better. the costumes, the actors, the actress, the plot, everything. farking amazing. just cant explain how much i love this show. and seriously, the costumes are sooo nice that even i want to wear them. the hair, the make-up, the dresses, simply love it. i wish i was a princess in the dynasty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtA878vRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zGUt40fCQQI/s1600-h/king+and+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtA878vRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zGUt40fCQQI/s400/king+and+queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117247411731730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at the king and queen. damn chio lah. everything is so grand and all loh. to be honest, of all the pugilistic shows that i have seen, HK always produces the BEST. just look at the SG quality. pui.  so ugly. see, the picture below is so crappy and the costumes are disgusting. pui pui pui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgvCuKguII/AAAAAAAAAvk/v5JeqL31iVo/s1600-h/Return+of+the+Condor+Heroes+%281998%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgvCuKguII/AAAAAAAAAvk/v5JeqL31iVo/s400/Return+of+the+Condor+Heroes+%281998%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402119476829272194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtAhHfUpI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3FgLpYLtAOg/s1600-h/2+concubines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtAhHfUpI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3FgLpYLtAOg/s400/2+concubines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117239943942802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 2 concubines. sooo pretty lah, the costumes. i wish i can wear them. although it kinda remind me of Queen Amidala! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgwSso5gbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/CZCVXehpa0o/s1600-h/SU-327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgwSso5gbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/CZCVXehpa0o/s400/SU-327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402120850809389490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtAS-sC7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/E6fnCVn-YKU/s1600-h/000000718880_1255150252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgtAS-sC7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/E6fnCVn-YKU/s400/000000718880_1255150252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117236148931506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, sooo pretty right? eventhe men's top is nice with all the dragons and whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgrnRMeRJI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AHnBlFPeeOM/s1600-h/000000713941_1254995003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgrnRMeRJI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AHnBlFPeeOM/s400/000000713941_1254995003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402115706661520530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even the servants have such pretty clothes. dont you wish you can wear those clothes and just spend your time moving around the palace and amusing yourself in the garden? okay, maybe the servants dont get to do it BUT, still, they can wear very pretty clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, whoever is into hong kong drama, this is a MUST-WATCH. and for those who are not into hong kong drama, this is also a MUST-WATCH. bascially, it's a MUST-WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MUST-WATCH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5831734603769712561?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5831734603769712561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5831734603769712561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5831734603769712561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='宫心计'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SvgrL_6dzKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8KDFz8cS6Vo/s72-c/000000718868_1255150244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1757033580424454577</id><published>2009-10-22T22:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:00:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how should i reward myself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;time really flies. yes cliche, but it's true. i have been in hong kong for 1 year 2 days. my "anniversary" is 10/20. at times, it seems like i have just moved here. at times it seems like i have been here for ages. it's weird.  anyway, it's almost year-end. i know it's premature and i may not even get a good bonus or increment ( super sad ), i am thinking of getting myself a "present" to reward myself. what's the reason for this reward? well, to be honest, i dont think i need a reason to reward myself. haha. so i have been doing some serious thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCAsUs3XNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DwPtROaAx5E/s1600-h/chanel-classic-large-flap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCAsUs3XNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DwPtROaAx5E/s400/chanel-classic-large-flap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395453852549340370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i have been thinking about this for a year. at times, i have the urge to just go in and buy it. but then at times, i find that it's way to expensive for me. BUT i really want to have a chanel bag! I mean it's expensive but it's classic and never goes out of trend. i can carry it when im 28, 38, 48, 58, 68, 78 or even 88. and i can share it with my mum too. although if i really buy it, i would most probably bring it to me to HK and so technically, if my mum wants to carry it, she has to come to HK or i have to be back in SG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCAs18ibAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fN4kAdKcOvI/s1600-h/balenciaga-city-bag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCAs18ibAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fN4kAdKcOvI/s400/balenciaga-city-bag3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395453861473446914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, i have seen many Balenciaga and i kinda like it. because it's big and there are different colors. BUT some friends have told me that it's too "bonia-ish" and that it's too common and there's nothing special about it. but i really think it's chic and there are so many hollywood stars carrying them. and besides, this will be half the price of a chanel. so it's actually more "affordable" as compared to the chanel. and this purple is soooooo pretty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCIMwvRIdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OeY-r5TuXTQ/s1600-h/rolex_datejust-ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCIMwvRIdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/OeY-r5TuXTQ/s400/rolex_datejust-ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395462106412818898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am not really a watch person as i like to have different kinds of watch and i tend to get tired of my watches very easily. but another colleague of mine has the intention to buy a rolex and so i have gone wtih him a few times to look at rolex watches. and somehow, they are appealing to me. i mean i have no intention but i wouldnt mind getting a rolex for myself.  the one that i kinda like looks something like this and it cost slightly more than the chanel. again, if i were to buy this watch, i can wear it when im 28, 38, 48, 58, 68, 78, 88 and even bring it to my grave or put it in my will for my descendants. haha but the only "issue" that i have is that i am not very particular about my watches. currently, i have watches that range from SGD 12 to SGD 500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCPG4tlfXI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JyL6Q9Wq4Wg/s1600-h/flag_of_the_united_kingdom_ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCPG4tlfXI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JyL6Q9Wq4Wg/s400/flag_of_the_united_kingdom_ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395469702055427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCPGqyNkuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Oc5NMA6YHWg/s1600-h/flag_of_spain_7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCPGqyNkuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Oc5NMA6YHWg/s400/flag_of_spain_7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395469698316735202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i have been planning to go to Spain for like 2 years. it was never successful as there were many changes. anyway friend and i have confirmed that we are DEFINITELY going to Spain this year. so maybe i should save my money for a good Spain trip. also, i have kinda decided that i want to go to London next year and another friend has promised to go with me. woohoo. so maybe, i should not buy anything and use that money for these 2 trips. which means, if i were to go Spain, i can get my balenciaga, mango and zara. and when i go London, i can go to topshop and H&amp;amp;M. woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmm, it seems like my choice is pretty obvious. so why am i still thinking about the chanel bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1757033580424454577?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1757033580424454577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-should-i-reward-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1757033580424454577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1757033580424454577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-should-i-reward-myself.html' title='how should i reward myself?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SuCAsUs3XNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DwPtROaAx5E/s72-c/chanel-classic-large-flap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5922423431732664189</id><published>2009-10-14T23:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:43:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-O-K-Y-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to tokyo for business during the first week of october. one word - SHIOKS. business class ticket, 5-star hotel, free meals. SHIOKS. i wish i can go back more often. am asking my boss to relocate me there. but i guess it's just a request that is never going to be answered. but then again, one will never know. in my company, seriously, change is the only constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, first time in tokyo. been planning to go tokyo for holiday for the longest time but somehow, it never happen. always thought it's expensive. actually it IS expensive. went shopping a bit and didnt get anything at all. they are sooo expensive. even their ah lian clothes are expensive. went to this mall called 109 in Shibuya. basically japanese ah lian clothes. OMG, a skirt cost USD 80. seriously, i dont know how these young ah lians can afford to buy clothes in japan. went to their so-called normal shopping malls. nothing is below USD 100. seriously, not my place for shopping. wanted to go mount fuji, cant even see it from my office. okay it's a little bit too far but many told me if it's a really clear sky, i can see it. anyway, not the season to go. disneyland and disneysea - wanted to go but it's super lame to go alone. another place i wanna go is kyoto, didnt go. japanese fish market, couldnt wake up. basically, i did nothing during this trip. haha. wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;best thing that happen to me is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXuPCThGzI/AAAAAAAAArk/vzpY3I8wwFE/s1600-h/8423_151659153058_553543058_2772867_912371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXuPCThGzI/AAAAAAAAArk/vzpY3I8wwFE/s400/8423_151659153058_553543058_2772867_912371_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478070930217778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i was zipping through tokyo in this baby. of course i didnt rent it and neither did i buy this. a very nice client of mine offered to give me a tour of tokyo over the weekend and so this is his convertible. it's AMAZING. when the ferrari went really fast, it was an amazing feeling. it's a mixture of fear and excitement. fear because my client doesnt seems to be a good driver. excited because it's really fast and the vroom-vroom sound is solid. couldnt stop smiling when i was in the car. got many attention too. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvWbyzmvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ltHcF5NnHYI/s1600-h/8423_151660188058_553543058_2773014_7405893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvWbyzmvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ltHcF5NnHYI/s400/8423_151660188058_553543058_2773014_7405893_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479297543052018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the view of the tokyo tower as we drove past it. because it's a convertible, i could just snap it while sitting down. an advantage of owning a convertible, heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvSubPrhI/AAAAAAAAAss/nBlfl7duZ6c/s1600-h/8423_151660133058_553543058_2773006_835835_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvSubPrhI/AAAAAAAAAss/nBlfl7duZ6c/s400/8423_151660133058_553543058_2773006_835835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479233825025554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a beautiful view of tokyo. took this when i was on the roof-top of my client's apartment. NOPE, i didnt go to his apartment. it was very kind of him to check with his security about the roof access and he got me there. amazing view. and yes, he's FILTHY RICH. and nope, he's like an uncle to me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvP01WF8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yj9lhfc4XKc/s1600-h/8423_151660093058_553543058_2773001_7206269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvP01WF8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Yj9lhfc4XKc/s400/8423_151660093058_553543058_2773001_7206269_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479184005502914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the tokyo tower in my hands!! remains me of the japanese drama that i used to love - "OVERTIME", staring my favorite sorimachi takashi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvMt8EiTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/z9Q-eyGMkKU/s1600-h/8423_151660078058_553543058_2772998_5755526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvMt8EiTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/z9Q-eyGMkKU/s400/8423_151660078058_553543058_2772998_5755526_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479130615056690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another city view of tokyo. actually it seems like im on the empire state building in NY. i can basically see tokyo. so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvJWzVpQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ai7Csj8CIwU/s1600-h/8423_151659858058_553543058_2772965_7447333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvJWzVpQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ai7Csj8CIwU/s400/8423_151659858058_553543058_2772965_7447333_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479072864806146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is Shinjuku. i dont know why but i was dying to go there and when i reach there, it's just another shopping area. maybe i didnt explore enough. not enough time. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvGSRQGAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/50Yoh7eE-lk/s1600-h/8423_151659738058_553543058_2772948_5569042_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvGSRQGAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/50Yoh7eE-lk/s400/8423_151659738058_553543058_2772948_5569042_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392479020108486658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaah, this is Shibuya. the famous cross junction that is always seen in Japanese drama or movies. on the first night that i was there, i didnt know this was it. i always thought it's in Shinjuku and so i was searching for it in Shinjuku. only when my colleague told me it's in Shibuya then i realized i have actually crossed it. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvCP-DBGI/AAAAAAAAAsE/v9BydqPX428/s1600-h/8423_151659698058_553543058_2772941_4882002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXvCP-DBGI/AAAAAAAAAsE/v9BydqPX428/s400/8423_151659698058_553543058_2772941_4882002_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478950771590242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure where is this. cant remember. and no i was not drunk. it's just that i realized all my pictures look pretty much the same. guess tokyo looks pretty much the same everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu-FIsS7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/_z1TPB2tawc/s1600-h/8423_151659408058_553543058_2772902_1053695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu-FIsS7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/_z1TPB2tawc/s400/8423_151659408058_553543058_2772902_1053695_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478879143971762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aah was at a temple and happened to see a wedding ceremony. everyone looked so grand here. but to be honest, the colors make it look more like funeral than wedding. haha. but then again, it's the culture. maybe im just so used to having red during weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu6iXZkWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UGt1x1J9Qno/s1600-h/8423_151659378058_553543058_2772899_306553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu6iXZkWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/UGt1x1J9Qno/s400/8423_151659378058_553543058_2772899_306553_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478818270810466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was so excited when i see this group of ladies. they were all wearing kimono. sooo pretty. this was in harajuku. wanted to take pictures of some cosplay but unfortunately, i didnt see any. but anyhow, pretty kimonos are good enough. BUT, only the kimonos are pretty. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu3psLq-I/AAAAAAAAArs/XS-Dh3gtpBU/s1600-h/8423_151659208058_553543058_2772875_1905876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXu3psLq-I/AAAAAAAAArs/XS-Dh3gtpBU/s400/8423_151659208058_553543058_2772875_1905876_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478768697420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure where is this. i think it's probably Ginza. again, this was taken when the car stopped at the traffic light. see, no reflection from the glass windows. another advantage of having a convertible. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXxUgAMm2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/uL6w7x3wlM0/s1600-h/8423_151659868058_553543058_2772967_1870688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXxUgAMm2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/uL6w7x3wlM0/s400/8423_151659868058_553543058_2772967_1870688_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392481463336475490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very very very famous band - SMAP. known them since i was 12. thought this poster was rather cute. if only i actually bump into them in person. haha. would have fainted on the spot. but then again, i prefer sorimachi takashi ANYTIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am now "begging" my boss to let me go tokyo again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5922423431732664189?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5922423431732664189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-o-k-y-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5922423431732664189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5922423431732664189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-o-k-y-o.html' title='T-O-K-Y-O'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/StXuPCThGzI/AAAAAAAAArk/vzpY3I8wwFE/s72-c/8423_151659153058_553543058_2772867_912371_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8750659222058244214</id><published>2009-10-12T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:14:42.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIBEH PEK CHEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super duper pek chek. so pek chek that i just want to drop everything and not do anything and go home and sleep. i wanna scream and kill someone. the more i type, the more pek chek i get. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the morning, this friend told me he doesnt want to break up with his gf but yet he cannot forgive her gf over something. i asked him what and was expecting something like " she cheat on me with my best friend " but guess what he said? he said " she made a silly mistake and i really cannot forgive her as she didnt ' consult ' before doing that thing " and i go " DUDE, you are an idiot. and this is not a valid reason. you know you have other reason for wanting to break up with her and you're just finding excuse for yourself for not being a jerk to break up with her. " he denied of course. and i told him i am not going to say anything to him about this as he is a farking idiot and i think he's being super lame for telling me such a thing. fark. why do people get so blind when they are in love. if i am the gf, i would have dumped him when he told me the reason before allowing this idiotic jerk to dump me. *pui*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then 2 hours later, a friend who had been staying with me over the weekend sent me a message to tell me that he broke something in my bathroom. i was FARKING pissed. reason being, he broke something which is not in a "breaking stage". i have been living in my rented apartment almost a year and i have not broken anything and he came just one weekend and he broke the thing in my shower? i was seriously farking pissed. he told me that it can be fixed by the superglue but he cant do it for me as he has no glue. WTF. go to the nearest supermart, buy one and fix it. dont give me such shit. he said he is very sorry for being so clumsy and if the landlord demand compensation, he will pay for it. FARKING HELL, of course you're paying for it. you broke it, idiot. i am really pissed. i am very anal when it comes to such things. i really do not mind friends staying with me BUT dont mess up my house. i totally hate it when they try to act smart and boil water for me. I DONT NEED YOUR HELP TO BOIL WATER. i can boil my own water and i have my personal preference and routines. dont come and try to be helpful and act like you're taking care of me. if you need to drink water, freaking buy a bottle of mineral water from the supermart. maybe i should stop housing people in my apartment. i shall make sure they pass all my criteria before i agree. anyway, guess what? i came home, i bought superglue and i tried to fix the thing, it's NOT FARKING FIXABLE. so i messaged my friend immediately: "hey, it cannot be fix. i have no idea how you broke it as it's not even on the verge of breaking. i have no idea what the landlord will say." am seriously so pissed that i cannot sleep and am penning this down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another idiot just completed the 3rd strike. i have this client, he's a retard. apologies, he's worse than a retard. he is annoying and dumb. for the past few weeks, i have been trying to sell hm something. and they were almost buying. every day, he would call me and pester me for at least 30 mins on the pricing methodology of our products. i have explained to him a million times but this retard just cannot get it. and he's always asking for EVERYTHING to be in black and white in the contract. i asked if his legal team asked for it, he would replied " i havent passed to them yet but i know they will ask for it " to which i replied " no, pass it to them and if they have questions, i will get them to talk to my legal team " and this retard simply refused. he's been pestering me so much that i was really annoyed by him that there was once, after i hung up, i shouted " farking idiot " and everyone around me was like " woah, are you alright? " seriously, i have no idea why his manager is still keeping him as an employee. anyway, after so weeks of tolerating with this retard, this retard told me that due to change in business plans, they would not need the service from us but they would take it at the global level. fine. no $$ and i have to put up with this idiot. and this retard then asked me for the contracts that were signed at the global level. i told him i have no idea as those are handled out of NY and he said " could you help me to check? " and i said " I CANT. i have no freaking information at all " and he pestered me for another 30 mins, telling me why he needs the contracts and all the lame excuses. i told him to look for his NY counterpart to get it. and he said " if you send to me, i can check with them. " and i said " but i have no (farking) idea which contracts are you talking about. " and he said " why dont you send whatever you have to me and i'll check wtih them. then i told him " look, i dont have the contracts. i will ask my contracts team for it. " and finally, he hung up. after that call, he sent me an email, demanding that i send him the executed contracts by tomorrow. FARKING RETARD. well, so i simply put in a request to my contracts team to ask for the executed contracts. and guess what i got? this contracts manager asked me " why would a local rep need an US contracts " WTF! i cannot even view executed contracts? as i was too farking pissed to get back to this guy, i have not replied him yet. tomorrow, i am going to ask " are you saying that local rep is not allowed to view global contracts? " FARKING HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PEK CHEK! PEK CHEK! PEK CHEK! PEK CHEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8750659222058244214?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8750659222058244214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sibeh-pek-chek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8750659222058244214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8750659222058244214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sibeh-pek-chek.html' title='SIBEH PEK CHEK!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3676396099887961473</id><published>2009-10-06T22:46:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:05:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Great Wall Climber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstZF4MnpDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MMF5wEfnYOQ/s1600-h/Beijing_GreatWall_Hannah_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstZF4MnpDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MMF5wEfnYOQ/s400/Beijing_GreatWall_Hannah_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389499336598463538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a very proud me! i am officialy a Great Wall Climber. okok , maybe i didnt climb the whole wall but i did climb lah. and seriously, it was TIRING. it didnt look very tiring but it was. trust me. i was huffing and puffing and huffing and puffing.  and in the temperature of like 18 Degrees Celsius ( i think ) , i was perspiring. a pity it's kinda misty and so cant see the wall properly but it was huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstaecuwxeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/2ZQuwFF7mLU/s1600-h/P9190934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstaecuwxeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/2ZQuwFF7mLU/s400/P9190934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500858233832930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstaM-_fx7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/knVWMtCjRMI/s1600-h/P9190927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstaM-_fx7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/knVWMtCjRMI/s400/P9190927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500558193182642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstZ_rgHDUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x0SrA_pS9vk/s1600-h/P9190918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstZ_rgHDUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/x0SrA_pS9vk/s400/P9190918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500329622965570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess the pictures spoke more than my words. yes the pictures are very nice because it was misty and maybe i am not a good photographer but hey, it's quite a wonder how this wall is built. so hurrah to the Chinese! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh when i arrived in Beijing, it coincided with the final rehearsal for the Chinese national day and guess what? they sealed up the WHOLE TOWN! not only do they close the roads, they close the pedestrain walkway too. they do not allow anyone on the street, not even to catch a glimpse of the rehearsal. WTH. pissed like crazy. and so me and friend just stayed in the hotel ( thank god the hotel is a good one ) and slept really early to get ready for our Great Wall adventure! okay, maybe not adventure but we really need to get up super early to have breakfast and to be picked up by our local tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about the local tour, friend and i pleasantly surprised that the tour guide's command of english is good. we can understand him very well and he explains all the historical stuffs to us pretty well. and his name is kinda interesting. his name is " Forest  Song ". haha i am so paiseh to call him "Forest" as i know i might just burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh our tour also consist of the Ming Tombs. Basically we went to visit one of the tombs of one of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. Apparently, there are 13 tombs and only 2 are opened up. mainly because we cannot afford to open all up until our technology allows us to open it without harm. accordingly, when the tomb was opened up, as air gets in, everything gets destroyed.  and this tomb was opened up because the emperor was not very good and so the chinese dont mind having the stuffs destroyed. haha. and besides, it seems that a lot of things got burnt and destroyed during the cultural revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SsthvH0QsvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IyS2D9QxLto/s1600-h/P9190877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SsthvH0QsvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IyS2D9QxLto/s400/P9190877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508841258922738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SsthkeELZBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/QepRfts01rc/s1600-h/P9190878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SsthkeELZBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/QepRfts01rc/s400/P9190878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508658252702738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing much from the Ming Tombs. all the pictures didnt turn out nice. anyway, the big red box is the coffin and the small boxes are the jewellery.  and the 2 empress were buried with the emperor as they both died before him and so they could be buried togets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, a trip to beijing will not be complete with the tour of the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace.  although i have visisted the forbidden city previously, but i still want to revisit it. it's kinda of like going home. hahaha. after my previous trip to the forbidden city and after i confessed to my friends that i feel bad for the maids and servants who had to travelled on foot to all parts of the palaces, they started calling me "princess" or rather " ge ge" . hahaha.  but to be honest, it's soo huge that after a while, everything kinda looked the same. friend and i just go " oh i thought we saw this just now? " and we realized that the emperors, empresses and concubines loved to entertain themselves in the gardens. so friend and i tried to entertain ourselves in the garden too. didnt turn out to be that entertaining.  and i still pity those servants and maids for having to run around the palaces. friend think that they are only dedicated to one area and only need to know one area well and so they need to pass messages. maybe she's right. and friend made a very interesting comment. she said if she had a summer house and a house, she wouldnt make both of them the same. but apparently, in the olden times, only one design. haha. well, as evidence, i have uploaded some pictures from summer palace and some from forbidden city. and they all looked like they are from the same area! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstmnT_obcI/AAAAAAAAArc/ydZFBQDYkdM/s1600-h/P9201100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstmnT_obcI/AAAAAAAAArc/ydZFBQDYkdM/s400/P9201100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389514204647026114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstmABfR0II/AAAAAAAAArU/np3zMIBoa7Q/s1600-h/P9201075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstmABfR0II/AAAAAAAAArU/np3zMIBoa7Q/s400/P9201075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389513529664589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstlqG7jiXI/AAAAAAAAArM/fKP3-g5zGDc/s1600-h/P9200990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstlqG7jiXI/AAAAAAAAArM/fKP3-g5zGDc/s400/P9200990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389513153168247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstldURePpI/AAAAAAAAArE/bvMreV4OCs4/s1600-h/P9201048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstldURePpI/AAAAAAAAArE/bvMreV4OCs4/s400/P9201048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389512933411536530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstlDqKDwTI/AAAAAAAAAq0/zHaibz8XaFo/s1600-h/P9200982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstlDqKDwTI/AAAAAAAAAq0/zHaibz8XaFo/s400/P9200982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389512492609421618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sstk2pQe7cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/v1oEOSqzHtE/s1600-h/P9201046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sstk2pQe7cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/v1oEOSqzHtE/s400/P9201046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389512269029633474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think we both look darn pretty here. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3676396099887961473?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3676396099887961473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-great-wall-climber.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3676396099887961473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3676396099887961473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-great-wall-climber.html' title='I am a Great Wall Climber!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SstZF4MnpDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MMF5wEfnYOQ/s72-c/Beijing_GreatWall_Hannah_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4368688826503787336</id><published>2009-09-25T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:45:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurd Phone Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picked up one of the most absurd phone calls i have received this year. i wonder if the caller thinks that i am crazy or just trying to be funny. but seriously, i think she's retarded. here's the whole conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: Hi, can I speak to Mr Bloomberg please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: Can I speak to Mr Bloomberg please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Eh,this is Bloomberg, the company. Who are you looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: Mr Bloomberg please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Why are you looking for Mr Bloomberg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: In my database, I have Mr Bloomberg registered under this telephone number. I would like to sell an apartment to Mr Bloomberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Oh, Mr Bloomberg is not in Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: When will Mr Bloomberg be back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Mr Bloomberg is the mayor of New York. He's not going to be in Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caller: Oh, thank you. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the above conversation was 100% true. i didnt make it up. my office number is registered as Mr Bloomberg in some property agent database. it really baffles me on how did that happen. seriously. on hindsight, im pretty retarded too because i was actually talking to her when i could have just said " wrong number ".  my colleague told me that i should have told her i am Mr Bloomberg's daughter and then see which apartment she's trying to sell. i told him i dont want to see the apartment as i might fall in love with it but i wouldnt have money to buy/rent it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4368688826503787336?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4368688826503787336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/09/absurd-phone-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4368688826503787336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4368688826503787336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/09/absurd-phone-conversation.html' title='Absurd Phone Conversation'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3662983612365642528</id><published>2009-08-29T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:11:48.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have been wondering recently abut the different situations that a person can be in, for no reason at all. haha guess i am trying to make myself think more. but it turns out, when i do that, i think of stupid things. haha. i guess im just super lame and super boliao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, WHAT'S WORSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...having a female boss or having a male boss who behaves/thinks like a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personally, both are equally bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...having greasy hair or pimply skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rather have greasy hair. at least i can wash them and they shouldnt turn greasy immediately. so i would have non-greasy hair at least 2 hours a day, assuming i wash my hair twice a day. pimply skin, it will take ages to clear up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...being a nerd or being a bimbo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely bimbo. but i believe some would rather be a bimbo. at least bimbos are popular, in some sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...dying from an accident or being paralyzed from an accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would die, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...losing your legs or losing your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again, both are equally bad. cannot imagine losing my limbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...being fat and tall or fat and short? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one will be called a giant or wrestler if you're the former. if im the latter, people would probably just called me round. which sounds cuter. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...being a brat or being a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personally, i dont know. maybe being the bitch is worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...having body odor or having bad breath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;equally BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...having no friends or having enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being lonely is definitely much better than being hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...having a handsome but dumb boyfriend or having an ugly but intelligent boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i guess i would be able to accept the latter in the long-run. but in the short-run, i should prefer the former. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...not being able to swim or not being able to cycle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely swim.  i loooove water sports!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess im really lame. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3662983612365642528?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3662983612365642528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-worse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3662983612365642528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3662983612365642528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-worse.html' title='What&apos;s Worse?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-464130968356171251</id><published>2009-08-21T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:42:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/So6frsxEpGI/AAAAAAAAAps/vxeNXyANR7U/s1600-h/1138381994_angrybaby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/So6frsxEpGI/AAAAAAAAAps/vxeNXyANR7U/s400/1138381994_angrybaby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372406978599756898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this picture is soooo cute right? i wonder who took this picture and what makes the baby so annoyed. to be honest, im not a big fan of babies but this picture is really pretty cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i wanted to complain about how inconsiderate hong kong-ers can be. it's farking annoying. i was sooo annoyed by the fact that they can be sooo inconsiderate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on one occasion, i had dinner with some colleagues - 3 locals and 1 singaporean. this singaporean was actually in HK for holiday and decided to meet up with us for dinner. this guy is an indian-sri lankan but somehow, he can speak mandarin. accordingly to him, he picked it up in army. anyway, these 3 locals were soooo farking annoying. they were speaking in cantonese! seriously, yes this guy understands mandarin but he is NOT a chinese and why and how can he understand cantonese? they were conversing totally in cantonese right in front of the poor guy. i mean come on, he CANNOT understand what they were trying to tell him at all. i had to kept saying " hey, english please ". i really have no freaking idea why they kept speaking in a foreign language. so inconsiderate! what is wrong with these people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another evidence that the locals are inconsiderate is when they refused to move their big fat butt after their meal during the busy lunch hours. on several  separate occasion, i had to wait for some idiots to finish their nonsensical chatting ( i assumed they were talking about rubbish after lunch ) even though they had finished their food and drinks and were just sitting at the table chatting. God gave them eyes to see and they should be able to see that there was an extra long queue of people waiting to get a table so that we could all have our lunch. seriously, this is PURE COMMON SENSE and these people did not have it at all. i am so annoyed at them!! if they wanted to chat, go to a coffee house where it's meant for chatting and chilling and dont hog the seats at the busy restaurants/cafes/eateries where hungry people were waiting for their chance to fill their stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argh. hate these farking idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-464130968356171251?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/464130968356171251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/464130968356171251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/464130968356171251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/So6frsxEpGI/AAAAAAAAAps/vxeNXyANR7U/s72-c/1138381994_angrybaby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3346926335195253725</id><published>2009-08-19T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:22:14.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woah, almost 2 weeks since i last updated this thingy. am pretty too lazy to do it and also basically nothing exciting was happening to me. sad but true. work is as usual. the same old shit. social life is as usual. the same old plain white piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, went back home for a short holiday over the national's day weekend. nope, i am not a patriotic person. a friend/colleague's wedding is the reason. the wedding was pretty nice and simple. met up with friends. good catching up session. also a good drinking session. managers were drunk and started dancing, jumping and talking non-stop rubbish. hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh met up with my primary school friends. yes, havent met them for freaking 16 years. was afraid that it would be awkward as i was never close to them or all the shit. just started chatting with one of the guys as he has a bloomberg and so we can ib chat. then was kinda chatting with the other guy over msn. and the other rest, over Facebook. to be honest, facebook has brought back many friends for me. anyway, met up with them in st james, after the wedding. was kinda wasted and so i was totally crazy. they couldnt stop laughing and kept saying im crazy. oh well, after 16 years, this is the "new me ". haha! anyhow, it was pretty awesome. we chatted and did some catching up and i forced them to have supper/breakfast with me. haha! anyway, it was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, also met up with secondary school friends. was chilling at some place in katong and then we decided to continue at the KTV. amazingly, everyone's kinda wasted as well. drinking and singing from 2am to 530am. super sleepy and all. but again, it was good fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, one of my secondary school friends is getting married next year. super excited. cant wait. going to be the bride's entourage. we were discussing about the colors, the materials, the style of the dresses that we're going to wear. apparently, the day color is either fuchsia or turqoise. night-wise, the ever-classic black. anyway, i have told them i will do a one-shoulder thingy. hee hee. something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SowjFZt35bI/AAAAAAAAApk/u2lRQaAPIMU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371707031255770546" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SowjFZt35bI/AAAAAAAAApk/u2lRQaAPIMU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, this is for the day. as for the night, i am still googling. but then again, this is one of my idea. i really really like this dress. but then again, maybe i just like the "green". haha im a green freak. anything green , i will like. anyway will continue to look for ideas. and i really need to lose weight. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, a friend is coming to HK to visit me and we are going to Beijing. woohoo! cant wait man. i kinda miss travelling with her. we were supposed to go Spain and it has been 2 years since we have started talking about it. we even took spainish lessons togets so that we can speak simple spainish when we go to Spain. BUT..now we have forgotten everything and we have still not been to Spain. actually i can remember a bit. ? como estas? yo soy bien. ?y tu? that's about it. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, talking about marriage, another good friend of mine is getting married and im SUPER EXCITED. why? because she has always said that she doesnt want to get married so early and omg, she's getting married end of next year!!! and she was dating her boyfriend for only a year BUT i know she's super happy with him and she knows he is the one for her. seriously, when she told me on Tuesday, i couldnt stop my "OMG". i was " OMG-ing" for like almost 10 mins. my colleagues thought i have gone mad. HAHAHA. and guess what? she has asked me to be her bridesmaid!! YAY!! this is my FIRST time being a bridesmaid. i cant wait man. therefore, i really really really really really really really really really need to lose a lot of weight. SIGH. i have been exercising rather regularly but i need to change my diet but i am too greedy. haha. anyway, i have gotten another "personal trainer" at work. this new guy who joined our team is such a health freak. he was talking about nutrition and health and fitness and gyming and everything for an hour. amazing. and he said he is willing to help me. niceeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, this is basically what's been going on. nothing interesting. *yawn* i need to get a life. just realized, i am not going out enough. but then again, i am lazy. and also, i realized, i really do not really need friends. am i a freak? maybe. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3346926335195253725?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3346926335195253725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3346926335195253725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3346926335195253725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SowjFZt35bI/AAAAAAAAApk/u2lRQaAPIMU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6136462970005703478</id><published>2009-08-04T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:45:54.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Really Changed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently a friend told me that ever since i move to HK, i am not the same. she said i was not as jovial and as happy-go-lucky as i used to be. she said i have become emotional, reckless, rude, snappy and jaded. she said she feel that whatever i said or do, i never really think through it and i just say or do it. and im more rude and come across as unfriendly. she was even afraid that my thoughts and doings would be warped by my current boss ( who is not very well-liked by some and seriously misunderstood by many ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i asked a few others if they think i am like that. some said that i am not so happy now and i seemed to be more tired but they believed it's due to work. some said i am still the same, crazy and laughing all the way. some said i have become more bad-tempered. some said i have matured. some said they cannot comment and some said not very sure or i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i do think i have changed. for the better or for the worse, i cannot comment. to be honest, i agree that i am more jaded and bitter now and i believe it's because of the work that im doing, the environment that im in and the responsibilities that i have, and maybe the people im hanging out with. i choose to believe that i have definitely matured and i have learn how to take care of myself in some ways or another. i have learn to deal with loneliness and also to deal with shits and everything. I also believe i have seen more and learnt more about life and the real world during my 7 months in HK. it has shown me reality and i am kinda jaded because ideals and reality does not gel and i finally get it. i think. to be honest, i am learning a lot from my boss. he may have the weirdest ideas and the worst personality or whatsoever, he has shown me how to play mind games in the right way, how to work smart and not work hard and all the nitty-gritty which can never be learnt via textbooks, lectures, trainings or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, i feel that it's not just me who has changed. i feel that now, i can handle more "big' stuffs while this friend of mine is still in her eggshell, protected and skewed. if she's afraid that my thinking and logic will be warped by my boss, i am afraid that her boss is not doing any justice by being fake and nice to her and allow her to think that everything's and everyone's nice and perfect. she told me that at times, we can and we should take on some losses because we might get something better in return. I told her i agree but not in every cases. we cant just take on the losses in every single cases or situations we faced. that's too stupid.  at least i think it's not being very smart. maybe i have really grown and she has stayed stagnant and i kinda feel unfair that she's comparing herself to me. maybe i have become more haolian that i think she is in no position to be compared with me. maybe, i really have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i am whatever you say i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6136462970005703478?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6136462970005703478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-really-changed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6136462970005703478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6136462970005703478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-really-changed.html' title='Have I Really Changed?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-707960389850632536</id><published>2009-07-28T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:01:53.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hao Lian! *pui* -  part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after i've shared my experienced about the 2 haolian girls that i have met in my life, i realized i have forgotten 2 more haolian-ers whom i've met recently. seriously, i really do attract a lot of haolian-ers. HAHAHA. wonder why. maybe i am too easy-going and so haolian-ers think that im actually impressed with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, recently, i got to know this auntie. she is also a fellow singaporean who got married to Hong Kong. so we were basically chatting over MSN over nonsense. and then suddenly, she starts to haolian to me about how filial she is to her parents. she was telling me that she bought BUSINESS class SQ tickets for her parents to fly from Singapore to Hong Kong. she was telling me she brought her dad out to wherever he wanted to go. she was telling me she cooked really nice food for her parents. she was telling me her dad bought her a tv but she refused to accept because she wanted her dad to keep the money for himself.  seriously, do i look like i care? i mean i know you're filial but you dont have to prove to me that you are really filial. filial piety is not meant to be used as a tool for showing-off. and occassionaly, she will sms me just to tell me what she has just done for her parents. when im bored, i'll reply her. but most of the time, i ignore. i mean i do like her as she's really kind and nice but i dont have to know how filial she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, just realized this other guy at work is SUPER haolian and whiney. he complained NON-STOP. and when i said non-stop, i was not exaggerating. everyday, when i start a conversation with him, he would start complaining. and to make matters worse, his complaints were always the same.  and in his complaints, he's always whining about how much work he had to do, how stupid the sales people are, how annoying the clients are, how no one was helping him and all the shit. seriously, initially i was okay to hear those shit from him. but then his shit got repeated over and over and over again and it's the same old shit. come on, we all know that you're doing a lot of shit and etc etc and we really empathize with you on your work BUT seriously, do you have to complain non-stop? he started with complaining about the workload. then he moved on with how horrible the other teams are and how uncooperative and inefficient they were. and then he moved on to lashing out at the salesforce for not doing their job.  and guess what? not only did he complain to me and my team, he complain to the other teams as well, regardless if it was the first time they have met. seriously, that is not very professional. all of us have our own shit and we know our own shit. the fact that your shit was not moving as smoothly as you wanted it to be, it didnt give you the right to lash it out at us. and today, he seriously cross the line. we had a meeting with our global manager and it was a sales meeting. i asked him to speak at the meeting about his recent successes and all the shit. but guess what? he ended up complaining. and i can hear from the other line ( it was a teleconference ) that my global manager is pissed to the max. seriously, grow up and stop complaining! and when he complained, it's full of arrogance and it could get rather annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to add on to this, he's also super haolian. first, he commented that 2 of our team-mates are not proactive enough to be in sales. and i told him " dude, look. they have their way or working and they know their shit. you not seeing them proactive doesnt mean they are not sales-y enough. "  and guess what? this guy, on certain occassion, tried to act like sales and started to 'sell" our products when his job was to implement the service. this really pissed off one of my colleague. seriously, we know you're good at what you're doing and we know you're a good salesperson, but at this moment, you're not a salesperson and so dont do what we were hired to do! and there was once, we went out for lunch. and he started lashing out at my team for not selling a certain product which was easier to implement. he was rattling on and on about how certain companies need our service and why were we not selling them. i said " seriously, do you know why? because this is not the solution for them. why do we want to sell them something that doesnt work? " and he said " so we're just going to let these money go? " and i replied " that is why we have different products. and we sell those products to these people. " then he kept quiet. OMG. he knows nothing about what we do and the products and he had the cheek to "criticize" me and my team for not selling? guess what? his manager actually support him. DUHZ. another stubborn cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the recent saga was that he was on a call with the client. and the client told him something which the current service that was sold to the client was not compatible. without a hesitation, he started to lash it out at my colleague for selling the wrong solution to the client. seriously, how can you trust a client? even if the client was right, how would it make us look in front of the client if we were on the opposite side? and so, my manager has to mitigate the whole thing. trying to make him see that client may not be always telling the truth and we need to find out the real reason and etc etc. seriously, i thought it was pretty common sense!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funnily, yesterday he was complaining to me about the NY team. he said he was on the phone with them till late on Friday evening to hear them argue over senseless stuffs. and he said that he could finish what they want to give them in one day or even half a day. but because he was sooo busy with all the shit on a daily basis, he didnt have time. but because he's so "efficient", he would do it and send what they needed from him so that it would showcase his efficiency. well, when i started talking to him, he had already started doing the shit. 3 hours later, i asked if he's done, he said " this is taking longer than i expected.  it's not tough but it's manual and takes time to put things together " at that moment i was like " HAHAHA, so you're not exactly that efficient, arent you? " he really think he's that efficient and good that everyone else but him suck. so i said " eh, i thought you said it's pretty easy? " and he said " oh well, im giving them more than what they're expecting and so.." i was sooo tempted to say " ya right " but i didnt. all i said was " oh, good luck. " *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a side note, another team-mate of mine commented that she's cool with him. i told her that you're cool with him because you know nothing and so she could only pass it to him and trust him to do the job. and she argued that she really thinks that he's good. i argued back that i didnt deny the fact that he's good but seriously, he should stop complaining. she still insisted that he's good and she's cool with him. seriously, she thought everyone's cool with her. that's not the case. wanted to tell her but i know she'll deny. and so, never mind. save my breath for breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-707960389850632536?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/707960389850632536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hao-lian-pui-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/707960389850632536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/707960389850632536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hao-lian-pui-part-2.html' title='Hao Lian! *pui* -  part 2'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4230316853405172618</id><published>2009-07-19T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:03:51.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SmM1uBfA5GI/AAAAAAAAApc/62_lhUC83Dc/s1600-h/1165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SmM1uBfA5GI/AAAAAAAAApc/62_lhUC83Dc/s400/1165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360187046289794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does this only happen in dramas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was sharing a cab with another colleague the other day. i like him. i prefer to call him my friend instead of colleague because i really like him. anyway, we were just chit-chatting. he asked me " so have you found any more new friends? " and i was like " eh, nope! how sad is that? but i think i have lost my zeal to make new friends. i just find it too tiring. sometimes, i just do things alone. can be lonely but anyhow, i'll get over the loneliness. " he then replied " i think you're spending too much time concentrating on friends at work. so you dont have time and energy to do it outside work. just my analysis "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now that really sets me thinking. am i just tired of making friends or am i just interested in making friends at work? to be honest, i have no idea at all. sometimes, i am really tired of making friends. i hate the whole process of going out and meeting new people and wonder if they will become my friends. i am no longer in high school where making friends is part and parcel of life. but again, to be honest, i do feel lonely at times in Hong Kong. because i have no friends, i got to stay at home and watch tv.  not that i am grumbling but sometimes, i just want to be out but there's no one to go out with. but then again, i think i am really getting used to this sporadic loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at work, i wouldnt think my team-mates are my friends. yes we hang out at work and sometimes after work but mainly because there's business to be done.  i dont mind hanging out with my team-mates or my boss but sometimes, i just dont want to see them again after sitting near them for 10 hours at work. maybe this is what tires me out. seeing the same people over and over again but yet not wanting to make an effort to meet new people. what a contradiction. i seriously have no idea the difference between friends, colleagues, good friends, best friends, acquaintances or whatsoever anymore. now i think my train of thoughts are all messed up. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking back, when i was in SG, i usually spent my weekends at home too. although i have friends in SG. i mean most of my friends are in SG but i usually just spend it at home, nuahing and watching tv. so then again, maybe im just getting nuah. haha. actually to be honest, although i seems like an extrovert and can make friends easily, i am not really that extroverted. i prefer to think i am an introvert, forced to be an extrovert. i dont tihnk i make friends that easily because i dont really trust friendship. it's just that somehow, i am always conforming to the social perception of me being the friendly one. no idea how it all started. but honestly, i think i am not friendly, im just easygoing, too easygoing if you ask me. i want to change this but it's not easy. but i am trying. actually not really. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4230316853405172618?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230316853405172618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4230316853405172618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4230316853405172618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SmM1uBfA5GI/AAAAAAAAApc/62_lhUC83Dc/s72-c/1165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2333024610648952225</id><published>2009-07-11T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:51:48.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a chinese. i am not ashamed that i am a chinese. but i dont like it when people said im a china-chinese. i didnt mean to generalize or to be rude but i seriously think the china-chinese sucks. they are rude, arrogant and uncivilized. they think the world of themselves when they are actually very unsightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, i had a very very bad experience with a group of annoying, ugly and disgusting china-chinese. i was on the plane. when i got to my seat, i was like " WTF, chinese ". i was seated in the midst of a huge group of chinese. they were noisy, rude, rowdy and they think the plane belongs to them. they were playing "musical chairs" throughout the whole flight. one moment, ugly chinese woman sat next to me, next moment, ugly chinese man sat next to me, the next moment, ugly chinese woman decided to ask the ugly chinese man to sit somewhere else so that she can put her legs on the seat. WTF. they even asked if i can take the window seat instead of the aisle seat. i told them with a firm " NO! " then i plugged into my music ( thank god for music )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;halfway through the flight, the chinese woman next to me was flipping through the magazine and decided to buy the ugliest watch inside that catalog. trust me, there are many nice things inside but the chinese woman has to choose the ugliest watch i've ever seen. it's the kind of watch only 2 persons in the world would like : the designer and the stupid chinese.  anyway i was sleeping and was woken up by the racket ABOVE and BESIDE me. apparently, chinese woman decided to pay with credit card but then changed her mind and wanted to pay with cash and etc etc. so chinese woman and another chinese woman was discussing with the air stewardess RIGHT next to me. WTF. they were going on and on and on. simply because the stewardess' english is not good and the chinese' english was bad. they were arguing about something very simple. and a few times, they actually hit my head accidentally. i went " HEY WATCH IT " and they just ignored me ( well, the stewardess apologized ). they were haggering around me for a good 30 mins and i got so pissed off, i stood up and went to the toilet.  super annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank god, they finished when i was back from the toilet. but as i was still annoyed, i decided to be as irritating as they were. i pushed my seat ALL THE WAY DOWN so that the chinese behind me will feel uncomfortable. he had accidentally grabbed my hair a few times and also kicked my chair non-stop. and then i kicked the chair in front of me continuously so that he can feel how his fellow friend had been doing to me. HAHA. and when the plane landed, i refused to stand up and allow them to take their stuffs. and then i stood up to get my stuffs and then i sat down again. HAHA. i can so see their kiasu face, all worried and annoyed. but i didnt care. i was really really pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again, i do not want to generalize but most of the time and most of my friends agree that chinese-chinese are a disgrace! *puke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2333024610648952225?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2333024610648952225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-chinese.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2333024610648952225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2333024610648952225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-chinese.html' title='Ugly Chinese'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5336076173624672203</id><published>2009-07-06T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:56:14.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist &amp; Selfish! *pui*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was talking to this friend of mine. actually am not sure if i can call him a friend. but anyhow, it doesnt matter. so this friend and i was just chatting. we were talking in general about people who play the field and about people who are super-duper committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i personally respect the players as i feel that they have the guts to play and the guts to admit that they are players. at the very least, they never give anyone false hopes and lead them on to think that there will be happily everafter. on the other hand, i also respect the super-duper committed kinds. i salute them for being so committed that they can do anything for the other half. it takes a lot a lot a lot of effort and energy to do that and not everyone has that kind of energy. but that doesnt mean i despise the rest. generally i guess it depends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So..this is the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: so would you rather have a committed relationship or would you rather play the field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he:  i want to be neither. i want to have committed sex relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: huh? what do you mean by that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he: well, i dont want to bear the commitments of being a boyfriend but i want to have a sexual relationship with just one partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: eh you mean a sex buddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he: kinda but not really. i dont want my sex buddy to sleep around though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: huh? what kind of relationship is this? you want to have sex relationship with this girl but yet you dont want to bear any responsibility and yet you dont allow her to sleep around. WTF. isnt that selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he: well, sorry but i am kinda racist. can you imagine screwing someone who has just been screwed by an indian? maybe an ang-moh is still alright, but not an indian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: WHAT? you mean you will never screw someone who has been dating an indian? and you would only date a chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he: yup! correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: WTF. that is soooo racist and soooo selfish. you cannot promise the girl anything but yet you expect the girl to be with you ONLY. and you think you're superior to other races just because you're chinese? who do you think you are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he: well, i have no lack of girls if i want to sleep around. so the fact that im committed to just one girl sexually, that's quite a thing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: seriously, good luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be honest, im very disgusted by his thinking and all. how can anyone be sooo racist and so selfish? seriously. *puke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5336076173624672203?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5336076173624672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/racist-selfish-pui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5336076173624672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5336076173624672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/racist-selfish-pui.html' title='Racist &amp; Selfish! *pui*'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5887887838922988774</id><published>2009-07-01T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:18:39.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hao Lian! *pui*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i have no idea why. i seems to be able to attract " hao lian " people to talk to me.  basically " hao lian" means arrogant and show-off. i have no idea if it's my face, my responses or my attitude that made these hao-lianers think that i am actually interested in the stuffs that they are hao-lianing to me. so werid. to date, i can only remember 2 such person who like to hao-lian to me for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember in secondary school, when i was 13/14, i have this classmates. she was FOREVER haolian-ing to me about how she only buys branded goods and how guys are mesmerized with her. seriously, to start haolian-ing, i believe one needs to be of a certain standard. i am not saying that this classmate of mine was sub-standard BUT seriously, i wasnt sure if she was haolian-ing or lying. with regards to branded goods, the only branded stuffs that i've seen on her are t-shirts. seriously, how branded was that??!!! okok maybe to a teenager, it was. BUT seriously, she didnt need to call me EVERYTIME she bought a new Versace, D&amp;amp;G or DKNY t-shirt. do i look like i really care? as for guys, she wasnt exactly a beauty, not even average-looking. she's kinda huge and has very fair skin ( not the nice fair but the white fair and it made her look sick ). so whenver she haolian-ed that her boyfriend was very good to her and etc etc, she could only show me the picture of a guy. period. 0r there would be times, when she haolianed to me about how this ang-moh tried to pick up her at her estate and this ang moh was drop-dead gorgeous. till this day, i had never seen that ang-moh. interesting. but seriously, i hope to meet up with her again. i wanna see what she is doing now and how is life treating her. tried googling her and fb-ing her but nowhere to be found. still trying. wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then recently, i kinda make a new friend at work. she covers the taiwan  market and so do i and so we happen to have dinners and lunches a few times in taipei. and while having lunches and dinners, we kinda need to chat right? and so we chatted. well, initially, i was just trying to dig out more information about herself and so i was asking general questions. but at times, her answers were pretty interesting. i remembered, i once asked her " so do you get pick up by clients a lot? " in fact, i have asked this questions to many sales reps in my office and 99% of them would answer " aiyah, this is just a number game. and it doesnt really matter loh " but this friend of mine replied " of course i do get picked up, in fact several times. but of course i didnt accept their invitations to dinners and all.... " and she went on and on about how to reject clients nicely and how not to whatever whatever. SERIOUSLY, i am not interested to know how your clients picked you up. it was just a conversational question. another time, we were talking about school. so just talking about general stuff in school. she said " actually i wanted to keep a low profile in school but somehow, it's not that easy. i was always being noticed by people in school. in fact, im kinda like the high-flyer in school. i can study quite well and i excel in sports and stuffs " mmm, what did she expect me to say? all i said was " orh " . period. i didnt even praise her or anything but every now and then, she will re-emphasize that she is a high-flyer in school and she's darn popular with guys and etc etc etc. so haolian right??? *puke* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT.....on one occassion, i managed to "overturn" her haolian-ness. she was once haolian-ing to me that she and the Asia sales manager are kinda closed as he was the one who helped her to relocate to HK ( oh she's a fellow singaporean who relocated to HK around the same time as me. however, she is alawys faking the taiwanese accent which gets on my nerves . argh!).  she mentioned that whenever the sales manager is in HK, they will definitely sit down and have a nice long chat. so one day, while having lunch, she mentioned " finally it's friday and the HK manager is not around. yay! " and to that i replied " oh, but the Asia manager is in HK right? " and she gave a very shocked look and said " really? he's in hk? i thought he has left. are you sure he's in HK? " and to that i replied " yup, im absolutely sure. just saw him before i left for lunch. mmm, you mean you havent spoken to him yet? thought you guys will always chat when he's in HK? " to that, she kept quiet and changed the topic. HAHAHAHA. that was my happiest moment of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5887887838922988774?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5887887838922988774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hao-lian-pui.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5887887838922988774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5887887838922988774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hao-lian-pui.html' title='Hao Lian! *pui*'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6585312994284633920</id><published>2009-06-27T03:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:00:00.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weird things i've done in this week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, just before a client's meeting, i just decided to name my blackberry "Peter". and i demanded my colleague to say "hi" to "Peter". she didnt. she said im freaky. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, i have been asking guys a very interesting question. " have you ever wonder if you like men instead of women? " 90% was " No, what are you talking about? ", 5% was " Are you crazy? " and the last 5% went " Are you a lesbian? " HAHA. seriously, i did wonder if i like girls in that manner, i tried, but i couldnt. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;throughout the movie " Transformers", i kept telling myself: Optimus Prime is sooo handsome that I wanna marry him!!! to be honest, this kinda freaked myself out. but then again, is Optimus Prime a man or a woman? looking at his pictures, i think it's a "she". why? apparently he has boobs and no dick! haha! so maybe i am a lesbian afterall.  look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SkUnBXOsFNI/AAAAAAAAApU/osyXMk6KEPw/s1600-h/Optimus-Prime-905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SkUnBXOsFNI/AAAAAAAAApU/osyXMk6KEPw/s400/Optimus-Prime-905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351726636568679634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been asking for help to fulfil one of my fantasies - to direct a pornography. yes, i really want to direct a porn movie. i want to watch it live and to see how it goes. havent really found anyone who is willing to partner with me on that. but then again, i dont think this might even happen. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im actually flirting with one of our IT guys in Singapore. super weird. it all started when i messaged him to ask him some work-related questions. he asked when will i be back as he wants to bring me out for dinner ( so weird. we've never even gone out for lunch!! ). i said august as i got a wedding to attend. he asked me when is it my turn. typical me replied " whenever you're ready to marry me " and then he started his ideals about not getting married but having committed fun and typical me go " im cool with that arrangement " and it went on and on and on and now, we're actually chatting quite regularly. mmm, i do think he's kinda cute. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6585312994284633920?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6585312994284633920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-weird-things-ive-done-in-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6585312994284633920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6585312994284633920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-weird-things-ive-done-in-this-week.html' title='5 weird things i&apos;ve done in this week!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SkUnBXOsFNI/AAAAAAAAApU/osyXMk6KEPw/s72-c/Optimus-Prime-905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6185372924826718201</id><published>2009-06-21T20:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:37:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my family, Father's Day is not as celebrated as much as Mother's Day. I guess the reason is because my grandfathers are no longer around. in fact, i have never met my grandfathers but i was told by my maternal grandmother that my grandfather doted on me like crazy. i would love to meet him, seriously. and i've also heard stories of my grandfather via my uncles. i think he's a really cool grandfather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as for my own father, thinking back, i havent seen him since October 2008. Before i moved to HK, he moved to South Africa to work. he didnt even managed to go back to Singapore during CNY. i wonder if he missed us. i know he does call home quite often as my mum will tell me about it. i only recieved his sms once or twice. and i only managed to talk to him once. the thought of calling him to wish him " happy father's day " didnt cross my mind until my friend asked me just now " so have you wish your father? " darn. im not a very good daughter ya? to be honest, i wont say i miss him but i wont say i dont miss him. it's a mixed feeling. i do miss him. my father really dotes on me too. ever since young, i know he treats me better than he treats my brothers.  guess that's why the term " daddy's girl " is actaually reflective of reality. however, my father has some very bad habits which i really hates. i've scolded him before with regards to that and i did quite a fierce job, even my brothers were surprised. *grins* anyway, no matter what, i still love my dad because no matter how horrible he is, he's still my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was asked how would i define a "perfect" dad, i would say i want my dad to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4nEtI9SHI/AAAAAAAAApE/gEaatbCaxuk/s1600-h/george_clooney_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4nEtI9SHI/AAAAAAAAApE/gEaatbCaxuk/s400/george_clooney_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349756369152854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as handsome as George Clooney *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4mtrEVENI/AAAAAAAAAo8/eGDKoNOFklQ/s1600-h/warren_buffett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4mtrEVENI/AAAAAAAAAo8/eGDKoNOFklQ/s400/warren_buffett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755973459579090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as smart as Warren Buffet *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4meCUF5PI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UEQM-l6BCeU/s1600-h/bill_gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4meCUF5PI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UEQM-l6BCeU/s400/bill_gates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755704821802226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as rich as Bill Gates *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4mJRU7IZI/AAAAAAAAAok/SX0rnJhTQ9Q/s1600-h/jesus-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4mJRU7IZI/AAAAAAAAAok/SX0rnJhTQ9Q/s400/jesus-christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755348074570130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as kind as Jesus Christ *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ook i think im dreaming but well this is why it's called a "Perfect Dad". no one in the world is perfect, no one. so i think it's fair enough for me to dream about having a father like that, nothing more, nothing less, just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6185372924826718201?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6185372924826718201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6185372924826718201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6185372924826718201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-fathers-day.html' title='Today is Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4nEtI9SHI/AAAAAAAAApE/gEaatbCaxuk/s72-c/george_clooney_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2269047429371972000</id><published>2009-06-20T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:00:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my semi-extended family visted me 2 weeks ago. i was very happy to have them here but yet i was also very tired bringing them around to places im not very familiar with. HAHA. yes im not a very good guide lah. there are many places which i myeslf havent even visited. but anyhow, i believe they still managed to have a good holiday - eat, shop, sleep, eat, shop, sleep, eat, shop, sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for accommodation, it is impossible to house all 7 of them in my tiny house. if they were to stay with me, we can only stand, no other movements is possible! but they did visit my small and cosy house. so i rented a service apartment for them in Sham Shui Po but it's still too small. HAHA. it stated on the website that it has 3 bedrooms. well, considering the fact that 5 of them are going to stay in that house, we all assume that it's enough. unfortunately, we forgot that it's hong kong. the house was decent but the beds were sooooo small. my brother had to sleep on the sofa and he was complaining that he paid $388 to fly to hong kong to sleep on the sofa and demanded that i give him back his money. HAHA. like i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but because they were here, i managed to visit Lantau Island and also Disneyland. i have always wanted to visit Lantau Island but was always too lazy. but finally managed to do it. it's pretty and nice. one could feel a sense a peace when one's there. not sure if it's because there arent tall buildings and the air is fresher up on the hill or because it's a buddhist place. anyhow, it was pretty pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4S2oe-KnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IZ7076jiN0w/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_Lantau_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4S2oe-KnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IZ7076jiN0w/s400/Hong+Kong_Lantau_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349734137152285298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took the cable car up. pretty scary at some areas. wind was pretty strong too. the cable car shook. mum was scared. grandma was excited. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SxJEhxoI/AAAAAAAAAns/dEzm5fYFgqc/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_Grandma_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SxJEhxoI/AAAAAAAAAns/dEzm5fYFgqc/s400/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_Grandma_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349734042820527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandma doesnt have the strength to climb up the stairs. so she could only take a picture from the bottom. a very pretty picture of my grandma. wonder if i would look as pretty as her when im old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SrWXMVpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/d-SXFWncgVU/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Temple_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SrWXMVpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/d-SXFWncgVU/s400/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Temple_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733943309260434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not sure if im allowed to take pictures but i snapped this while a group of ang mohs were busy snapping. i guess i was hoping no one realized that i took one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4Sjld5qrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/U2HrnD5XxUU/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4Sjld5qrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/U2HrnD5XxUU/s400/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733809924975282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the BIG BUDDHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SdMv6qMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LU66XRl-ktw/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4SdMv6qMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LU66XRl-ktw/s400/Hong+Kong_Lantau_Big+Buddha_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349733700210436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the big Buddha closed-up. basically at the bottom of the Buddha is like a resting place for the dead. Anita Mui's ashes were there and there were soo many offerings at her picture. cant take a picture though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had another good day at DisneyLand. it's really small. you can finish the whole park in one day. as compared to the Anaheim, it's really very very tiny. but i like the fact that it's tiny. so i can finish everything in one day and wont have to make a 2nd trip.  but it's a little bit tooo expensive. the entry ticket cost HKD 350 bucks!!! too much for such a small park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4YadMRzOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rL2reEA-EUw/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4YadMRzOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rL2reEA-EUw/s400/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349740250154519778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4YRf0a8FI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bza5VzCaTXw/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_Hannah_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4YRf0a8FI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bza5VzCaTXw/s400/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_Hannah_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349740096240939090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's me jumping. this was my 2nd or 3rd try. it was soo hard to capture a nice jump shot. but somehow, i managed to do it. haha my mum attempted too but failed. so funny. but seriously, it's very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4XkFblU_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DB1w6VON85o/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_Hannah_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4XkFblU_I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DB1w6VON85o/s400/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_Hannah_8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349739316063327218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to share this picture because i thought i look quite pretty here. HAHAHA.  but i think the credit has to go to my brother's gf who took this picture for me. hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4XPvTLfzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/FuUsNMgKiRQ/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_WholeFamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4XPvTLfzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/FuUsNMgKiRQ/s400/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_WholeFamily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349738966525116210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;family portrait!! very pretty right. everyone's looking happy and good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4W0Ajq-OI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z0QLFlHPRlA/s1600-h/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_HSM_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4W0Ajq-OI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z0QLFlHPRlA/s400/Hong+Kong_DisneyLand_HSM_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349738490121353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they actually have this HSM thingy going on. i was pretty excited and forced my family to wait for them to come out. however i was utterly disappointed. i mean i know they are not the real cast but seriously, the hk cast is ANNOYING. the girl on the left has the MOST annoying voice ever and she kept sprouting in cantonsese " go wildcats" argh. i feel like telling her to shuddup and go home and sleep. and i think they should have learnt the dance steps of HSM instead of dancing their own ugly ones. *puke* but i still stayed for the whole show as i really like HSM. so lame right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, next time when my family is here again, we can go to the outskirts of Hong Kong or maybe Macau. didnt manage to visit Macau this time ( although it's in the plan ) because my grandma is kinda too old to walk so much. oh wells, maybe next time, we can just do a Macau trip and so it wont be so tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2269047429371972000?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2269047429371972000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2269047429371972000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2269047429371972000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-time.html' title='Family Time!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sj4S2oe-KnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/IZ7076jiN0w/s72-c/Hong+Kong_Lantau_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2441961344458103575</id><published>2009-06-10T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:04:51.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Si_ALAxI04I/AAAAAAAAAnM/4r0DY5RwVA4/s1600-h/stress2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Si_ALAxI04I/AAAAAAAAAnM/4r0DY5RwVA4/s400/stress2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702578129261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like this? i believe everyone has their stressful moments every now and then. stress is something which is inevitable. it is something that we have a love-hate relationship with. something we would not want to have but yet we cannot live without. i am not exactly feeling stressed now but yet i am stressed. not physically but mentally, emotionally and financially. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone's always financially stressed. even when you have 1 billion in your account, you will be stressed about when will you make your next billion. and when you made that next billion, you will be stressed over the next billion. vicious cycle. it will go on and on and on and on. i think the only time is when you're almost dying. HAHA. personally, im financially stressed as usual and as always. i always say i need to save and etc etc but the next moment, i'll book myself a tour to Bali or buy myself clothes and bags. HAHA this is bad, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physically stressed to me is when someone or something was physically by your side to stressed you. i am not exactly experiencing this stress although at work, i am sitting next to my boss. he doesnt strees me physically. sometimes, but rarely, he would be at my side, looking over my shoulders and watching what im doing or asking me to do something. very seldom i get such stress. ( thank God for that ) although at times, he would ask me where i am going or what im doing but usually he just let me go after that question. think he's just kaypoh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...my boss is very very good at giving me mental stress. i dont know how he does it. but when he's stressed, im naturally stressed. it's like he need not even turn to me and say " i need this, i need that, i blah blah blah " seriously, i have no idea how he did that. and when i said to him " STOP STRESSING ME OUT " and he would go " i didnt. you give that stress to yourself " . come to think of it, he's right in some sense. either he's very influential or im very impressionable. hmmm, i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i havent gotten the chance to be emotionally stressed. my love life is still ONE PIECE OF WHITE PLAIN PAPER. everyone asked me why and i really have no idea. everyone said im choosy but i really dont think so. maybe i am emotionally stressed when the person i like is not liking me back? but then, the person i like is usually NOT going to like me in return. haha how can i expect Tom Cruise to love me in return? sigh. and in reality, i dont know if  it's because im not ready or im really choosy but i always seems to give out the " im not interested " signal when actually, im kinda interested. maybe im really choosy. maybe im shy. maybe im not really. i dont know lah. my grandma is forever hinting to me to get married. aah, actually i am feeling the emotional stress! yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im so stressed that im kinda mad. my colleague always say im mad. but i really dont think im mad. im just normal. very very normal. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2441961344458103575?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2441961344458103575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stressssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2441961344458103575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2441961344458103575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stressssssss.html' title='Stressssssss'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Si_ALAxI04I/AAAAAAAAAnM/4r0DY5RwVA4/s72-c/stress2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4365838755211392840</id><published>2009-06-03T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:31:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think many people know i looooove boys. yes, boys, not men. not that i am a pheodophile but i really wonder why are they soooo good-looking and if i see them along the road, would they even look at me and think " wah, this auntie is hot! " actually i doubt so. besides, dont think i would even meet them in person. ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, ZAC EFRON. yes, many said he's gay. many said he's ugly. but to me, he's oh-so-charming. look at this. those eyes, the hair, the face, everything. slurrrrrrrps! and not to forget, he can sing and dance pretty well too. sooo talented. if i have a son next time, i would want him to look like this. if not, i dont know if i still want my son. *gasps* im so shallow. haha! i've watched almost everything that has him in it. HSM, Hairspray, 17 Again. i think i watched everything that has him. and i can watch and re-watch and re-watch these shows over and over and over and over again! i think im just 5 cm away from being obesessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaQlmV7KNI/AAAAAAAAAms/pE_AkMutDXo/s1600-h/zac.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343116983543736530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaQlmV7KNI/AAAAAAAAAms/pE_AkMutDXo/s400/zac.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, guess who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaUxNySUqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KLCbpi4u958/s1600-h/goblet_of_fire30.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121581156749986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaUxNySUqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KLCbpi4u958/s400/goblet_of_fire30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is Cedric Diggory in "Harry Potter - Globets of Fire". does he look familiar to you? or does he not? when i found this picture, i couldnt believe that it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaVNVJjihI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wOZ8WloxcAk/s1600-h/twilight_movie_poster_character_one_sheet_edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122064169732626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaVNVJjihI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wOZ8WloxcAk/s400/twilight_movie_poster_character_one_sheet_edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, stark difference. Rob Pattinson has grown up and is now oh-so-charming and sexy. sluuuuurrrrp. he's not exactly a pretty face nor does he has exceptionally nice features but he exudes sexiness. he's like Johnny Depp, oh-so-sexy. however, i hated the movie. am reading the book now, much better. but still, too much loveeee and too little fighting and blood and vampires. but then again, it's supposed to be read by teenagers. but i hope it gets darker. only at the first book now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not to forget, my all-time favorite boy - Daniel Radcliffe. I really like him. sooo cute and soooo charming. he has really grown. even had a post just on him. Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2007/07/expelliarmus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. if i were to run a search for the words " harry potter " in my archive, i think i can easily find at least 10 entries on that. that is how much i love harry potter. cant wait for the Half-Blood Prince in July. anticipating anxiously. and again, he has grown. actually, to be honest, he's not good-looking. but somehow, he is attractive in his own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaZDiN8ZdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/j6_OfwnA9wA/s1600-h/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343126293925619154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaZDiN8ZdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/j6_OfwnA9wA/s400/daniel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these boys are sooo cute. i really wish my sons, if i have any, will look like them. then i'll be a very very proud mother. mmm, i think it means i have to marry an ang-moh? and do i have to marry a handsome ang-moh to get such handsome sons? what if i give birth to a daughter and she looks like one of them.*yucks* okay, i think im thinking wayyyy too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4365838755211392840?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4365838755211392840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4365838755211392840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4365838755211392840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/06/boys-are-back.html' title='The Boys Are Back!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SiaQlmV7KNI/AAAAAAAAAms/pE_AkMutDXo/s72-c/zac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-918826832121172555</id><published>2009-05-31T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:53:14.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was a short week, i only had to work for 3 days. because it's a holiday on Thursday ( DragonBoat Festival ) and I was sick on Wednesday. i was really sick, didnt fake it before the holiday. got a mc from the doctor. down with flu, normal flu, not swine flu. fully recovered already. supposed to go to a rave party on Wednesday night, didnt go. luckily another friend bought my ticket. went to Stanley Beach to catch the dragonboats. there were more people than boats. in fact, i think 99% of the population in Hong Kong was at that beach. apparently, it's not the boats that people were after. it's the after-party they were after. didnt stay that long. too tired. went back home and watched tv ( as usual ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went a rave party on Friday night. Above and Beyond. OMG, the club was soooo cheesy. i felt like i was back in Sparks/Canto. very ah bengish and ah lianish. but still, it was good fun. music was really good. had light sticks and did my ah lian dance. HAHA. the dramatic friend brought her boyfriend who brought another friend. i didnt like that friend. he's touchy. always holding me and trying to rubba with me. DUDE, it's trance. you dont rubba. anyway, friend got drunk. very weird as well. she didnt drink that much. not that i know of. oh, a guy picked me up. HAHA. he's quite decent, not too "hum sup". was gentleman enough to send me home as well. called me the next day and today. let's see how things go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drama friend was being drama AGAIN. told me over and over and over and over and over and over and over again not to tell anyone about her new boyfriend. okay, fine. i wrote about it here but i didnt use any names. so i asked her " eh, who can i tell to? " she replied " dont tell your boss lah " OMG. like my boss cared and was interested. she explained that her management do not encourage office relationships and it's a very sensitive period as the whole drama just happened. anyway, so i kept my promise, i didnt mention to anyone. during Friday party, she asked me not to tell the boyfriend' friend. so i kept that in mind. but they didnt behave. the moment the friend was out of sight, they started behaving like bf/gf. i warned her. she said " ooh apparently he knows already " fine. you and your boyfriend told me to keep it a secret but you guys went around telling people. contradictory!!!! anyway, doesnt really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, i had locals telling me that i sound very very very gentle, unlike many girls. they liked my voice. they kept saying i had a nice voice and i talked very gently. weird. gentle? never a word anyone used to describe me. actually, i dont think it was a compliment. i dotn like "gentle". it seemed to me as a "weak" word. i dont like to be seen as weak. although i maybe weak, but i prefer to be seen as strong. HAHA. anyway, i think a hong kong friend once mentioned that i should be a DJ. guess the locals really like my voice. to be honest, i HATE my voice. i would prefer something deeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i mention i've finally finished "Prison Break S4". loved the ending. then i "moved on" to "Grey's Anatomy S4". and guess what? i still love this show. McDreamy and McSteamy, ever so dreamy and steamy. i wished i was a sexy nurse. Lexie Grey, Meredith's sister, was super hot but super annoying. I HATE HER. she's an idiot. i wish they can just "kill" her off in the show. she even slept with Karev, whom i like very much, in the show. ANNOYED. okay, im being an idiot here. but aiyah, it's just me to get "excited" over shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-918826832121172555?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/918826832121172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/snippets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/918826832121172555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/918826832121172555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/snippets.html' title='snippets'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1182792223509252260</id><published>2009-05-28T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:07:51.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have many friends/acquaintances in life. some remain, some move on, some disappear, some reappear, etc etc. of course i have some very good friends whom i will always keep and remember. but there are also some friends whom i am not sure if they will be my friends always but for now, i want to remember and keep this friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once he was typing to me via instant chat about how horrible his day had been. he was typing for almost 1 min, describing in details what had happened and how bad he felt and etc etc. and in return i typed " tell me about it " and guess what? my friend got into a rage. he replied " WTF??! i just told you everything and you still ask me to tell you about it. cant you read? " i burst out laughing and couldnt stop for at least 2 mins. i told him that "tell me about it" is a phrase that people used to express that they share the same sentiments. he told me " come on, dont use your singlish on me now " OMG. it was soo hilarious that i couldnt stop laughing. when i told him it's not singlish but american english, he didnt believe me. so we went around asking a few american colleagues and only then, was he convinced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love this friend of mine. he's always giving me nicknames. first, he started calling me "wrestler". it started because he wanted me to donate money to UNICEF and i said i am already donating to WWF. and he went " why are you donating to the wrestling federation? are you a wrestler? " and i go " dude, it's WORLD WILDLIFE FOUNDATION and not WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION " and he was like " wrestler!! " and since then, im the wrestler. and it didnt help that i kinda look like one! then another time, i met him for a quick dinner around my place. so i was dressed in t-shirts, shorts and slippers. he saw me and said " why are you dressed like a filipino now? im so ashamed to be seen with you " i was sooo bewildered by his comments that i forgot to get angry. finally, i got back from phuket with a nice tan ( in my opinion, it's nice ) but he didnt like it. so he started calling me " thai farmer ". this guy is hilarious! now i told him im going to bali, he said " oh my god, you're coming back as an indonesian now. god. dont come near me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another time, we were talking about going to church togets to look for boyfriend/girlfriend. we were actually chatting about the different ways of getting to know more people. so i went " dude, dont go up to a girl during service and introduced yourself. that's too embarassing " and he went " ooh, that's quite a good idea. imagine, after service, i go up to this girl and say " hi, my name is xxxx. this is my first time here in church. how about you? wanna grab lunch? " good right? " again, i couldnt stop laughing. he was sooo serious about this and he actually showed me in person how he was going to do it. seriously, he was getting out of hand. told him again that he would be "banned" from the church and he went " come on, you know im joking " seriously, i had no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it may not seemed that hiliarious when i penned it down. but seriously, at the moment when it happened, i laughed sooo hard that i started to tear. i really love this funny friend of mine. he made my stay in hong kong more enjoyable!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1182792223509252260?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1182792223509252260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1182792223509252260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1182792223509252260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-friend.html' title='funny friend'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3437951000270268373</id><published>2009-05-25T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:04:41.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop the drama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cannot believe that my friend is oh-so-dramatic!!! i mean we are almost 30 years old but she's acting like she's in high school. not that im complaining or anything, but she is sooooo drama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on saturday evening, i recieved a call from her. she asked me where i was and what i was doing. told her im at home because it's raining. then she started to sob and asked if i could drop by her house. i was very concerned and i wondered what could have happend. did she get fire? did she get rape? did she get cheated? so i bathed and took a bus to her house. upon reaching her house, she's on the line. she's talking to another friend and semi-sobbing. in my mind, i was like " this must be serious " so i waited for her to hang up. however, calls came one after another and i got a little bored. i mean seriously, i dont think she told me to go over to her house just to see her talk on the phone right? anyway from her little conversations here and there, i kinda know what's the issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP GONE WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, in my mind, i was like "CHEY. BIG DEAL??!!" haha. anyway it turned out that this colleauge of hers (A), whom she hung out with very very often, told her last monday that he liked her. and then she realized that she liked him too. and it seems that A had a very possesive and jealous GF who made a big fuss over this when A told her that he was going to leave her for my friend. and then this GF went to speak to another colleague cum friend of my friend and this other girl started to hurl abuses at my friend, calling her a slut and saying that she had betrayed the trust. now seriously, tell me, how complicated was this issue? NOT AT ALL. but my friend dramatized it by saying that her reputation is gone, she's afraid that the GF would appear in the company and kick up a fuss, she's afraid that people would gossip about her and called her the slut, and she's very upset that the supposedly friend was angry with her without knowing anything, etc etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH MY GOD. how high school is that? seriously, this is a very simple situation. handle it with professionalism and maturity. If someone kicked up a fuss, just be matured. If people started gossiping behind your back, maintain your professionalism and maturity but not responding to those nonsense. if she really liked A, then get A to speak to the GF, be firm, closed taht chapter and then move on. WHAT'S SO DIFFICULT? okay maybe it's easier said than done, but seriously, it's not THAT drama. so i told my friend " eh, it's very simple. why are you dramatizing it? " haha she said most lawyers are so drama. mmm, are they trying to be like "Alley Mcbeal" or "Boston Legal"? whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i have no idea what's the ending of this drama as i wasnt very interested. most probably, the GF will threaten to commit suicide but A would be firm and be with my friend. Then the GF will move on and A would be with my friend and the other girl, was not in the picture at all. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yawnz* why dramatize such a simple issue? waste of time and effort. seriously. i would rather spend it watching Prison Break. that's real drama. 2 more episodes and im done with season 4. kinda boring. hope there's no more season 5. cant take that drama anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3437951000270268373?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3437951000270268373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3437951000270268373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3437951000270268373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-drama.html' title='stop the drama!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8555248494681834975</id><published>2009-05-18T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:11:31.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfied, hate, pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kinda like "Angels &amp;amp; Demons". watched it yesterday. not as bad as "Da Vinci Code" but of course, the books are still better. they explained the whole plot and it made more sense. but anyhow, for someone who didnt read the book, it's pretty exciting. and Ewan McGregor is amazing. but funnily, i couldnt name it throughout the whole show. HAHA i was like " duhz, i know this guy. what's his name? " so i had to stay to read the credits and i went " ahhhhhh, ewannnnnn " but it's a good movie. next one that i so need to watch - "Duplicity". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt know i have an extremely dumb colleague. was having lunch with 2 of them on sunday after church. one of them (K) was talking about asking for approval to work out of the London office. so the other colleague (Y) asked her why does she need to that. so K explained that she wanted to visit her friends in London (she used to study in London) and she wanted to stay longer by taking a week off and working in the London office for another week. so Y told her to just take 2 weeks off as the management will never approve. besides, we're of different time zone and there's no reason for K to work in London. K argued saying that she is working on some special projects with London colleagues and she's not asking the company to pay anything but just allowing her to work in London. and then Y argued back saying that her manager is constantly on the phone with the London folks but we dont see him visiting London office at all. and K had the cheek to say that our company is so unreasonable to not allow an employee to work in a foreign office at their own expense. OMFG! is she stupid or what? so i told her to wake up her ideas and stop being so idealistic. yes, we protrayed ourselves as flat and flexibile but in reality, it's not always the case. and she still aruged that this is not reasonable and she didnt understand why she couldnt get the approval. i lost my patience and told her to go freaking screw herself up and asked. if she succeed, do let me know so that i can ask for the same approvals too. GAWD, I HATE STUPID PEOPLE. she can jolly well eat shit and die. our earth's natural and precious resources are depleting and we have an idiot here using up all oxygen, water, and etc etc. NO IQ, NO EQ. kill her please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my boss' dog died over the weekend and i think he's sad. so i ask if he was okay and he said he's fine. so fine. then another colleague of mine ( who also happened to be boss's good friend and happened to be in taipei ) kept texting me to ask me how is boss and if i can hang out with him during the weekend. WARRAU. do i look like a geisha to you? seriously, she and boss are good friends and so i understand why she would want to make sure he's alright. BUT, dont ask me to do things on behalf of you just because you're not around. and besides, it's so farking fake. i mean to be honest, yes i know he's sad but do i look like i care that much? NO! she kept asking me if i managed to go out with him and if he's alright. i told her to leave me and him alone. then when she's back in HK, she asked me again if imeeting him and i told her to meet him herself since she's back and she said she's too tired. WTF. i really think it's too much. i cant take it. then today, she told me that we shall take turns to have dinner with him. warrau. what is this? yes he's sad and all but im not a friend of his, you are. dont drag me into such shit. pissed. dont wanna be a geisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8555248494681834975?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8555248494681834975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/satisfied-hate-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8555248494681834975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8555248494681834975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/satisfied-hate-pissed.html' title='satisfied, hate, pissed'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2313636391406422046</id><published>2009-05-10T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:16:43.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ami James was/is in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what? i think i am really in luck. i bumped into one of my favorite celebrity!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SgZ5woDu6zI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8k3Ajan6h-c/s1600-h/ami-james--large-msg-123856565961.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334084684960688946" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SgZ5woDu6zI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8k3Ajan6h-c/s320/ami-james--large-msg-123856565961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am SOOO SERIOUS, NOT LYING at all. was walking back from a client's place with my colleague on Thursday. was talking to my colleague while my eyes are roaming ( as usual ). then i spotted a bald guy and started checking him out. saw that his hands are all inked and i was like " wow ". then while my eyes moved upwards, i saw a buddha tattoo on the side of his neck and it suddenly dawned on me. OH MY FREAKING GOD. IT'S AMI JAMES FROM MIAMI INK. so immediately, i went " OMG, isnt that AMI? " not sure if he heard me but his friend heard me for sure because his friend turned to look at me. HAHA. and my colleague was like " HUH?" and i was like gasping for air and kept saying " OMG" continously for 1 min. i was soooooo stupid. i could have run up to him and said " hi " and invited him to a drinks at LKF after work. ARGH. sooooo stupid. but seriously i was soooo stumped and shocked that i dont know what to say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so given his character, i would assume he would be hanging out at LKF. so on Friday and Saturday, i forced my friend to prowl LKF with me. HAHA but alas, no luck at all. one of my colleagues' boyfriend owns a few bars on LKF and she texted his "crew" to keep a lookout for Ami and to inform us as soon as they spotted him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and on my side, i started googling to see if he's travelling. i didnt manage to find anything but on his myspace page..this is what i got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SgZ9Y5ZfGqI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sSRwWdQ0sgg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334088675344980642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SgZ9Y5ZfGqI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sSRwWdQ0sgg/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AMI IS REALLY IN HONG KONG! i cannot believe my eyes. I wanted to message him to ask him out for a drink(haha) but i have to be his friends first. ARGH. i hope that he will stay in HK for a few more months and that i will bump into him more and more and more and more and more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2313636391406422046?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2313636391406422046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ami-james-wasis-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2313636391406422046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2313636391406422046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ami-james-wasis-in-hong-kong.html' title='Ami James was/is in Hong Kong'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SgZ5woDu6zI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8k3Ajan6h-c/s72-c/ami-james--large-msg-123856565961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-7462604895414986510</id><published>2009-05-04T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:18:34.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooong Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my first long weekend in Hong Kong. many asked me why didnt i go back to Singapore. I forgot there's a long weekend and so i didnt plan. when i realized that, it's too late. all the cheap tickets have been booked. hahaha. stupid me. anyway i had quite a good weekend. quite eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday night, i got invited to a friend's bbq. it's quite fun but yet boring. fun because i havent bbqed for a long time and we did this on a rooftop. it's boring becuase they tend to speak cantonese and i need to concentrate to understand them. sighz. my brains are tired lah. and i think it's pretty rude because there was an ang-moh there. so i tried my best to translate whatever i can to him lah. there was food and booze, very very good chilling-out section. played some stupid games and made people drink. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, i went to get my facial done. need to look good mah. haha wanted to do massage but then not enough time as i had plans to watch "17 Again" . yay! zac efron! he is soooo good-looking. all 5 of us, working adults were like gushing when zac wore the white t-shirt, with jeans and jacket and walked out of his R8. amazingly handsome! hee hee overall, it's an alright moive, nothing to rave about but nothing to complain either. had dinner and went off because i had plans to visit Macau the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, supposed to go Macau. but because HK has its first confirmed case of swine flu, my friend's mum and herself got paranoid and decided to cancel the trip. sigh. i was very very disappointed but i dont want to upset them. i was also annoyed because they were like " oh my god, the govt is taking it very seriously. they are quarantineing everyone from the hotel. " WTF. this is the BARE MINIMUM to be done. agree? i mean seriously, if there's a confirmed case, that is what the govt should do. contain and control. actually the govt is kinda dumb. they should have moved that group of people to the designated quarantine village where there is more air and everything. then clean and disinfect the whole hotel. apparently, the guests were complaining now as the chambermaids did not clean their room for the past 3 days. YUCKS. brainless. anyway, so no macau, i spent my day cleaning my house with dettol! haha and then i took a trip to Stanley market and Stanley beach. quite shioks i must say. i have found my beach to suntan. but i am sooo surprised the beach is sooo freaking small and littered with people. amazing. here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75Ve9rYHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WRuIQb2d3Tk/s1600-h/IMG00143-20090502-1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973156337574002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75Ve9rYHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WRuIQb2d3Tk/s320/IMG00143-20090502-1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973008393542258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75M31EmnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TaWO7rndUQ0/s320/IMG00142-20090502-1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75AHrgG6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/4v1S2shQhxU/s1600-h/IMG00140-20090502-1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331972789310069666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75AHrgG6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/4v1S2shQhxU/s320/IMG00140-20090502-1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i went to church. a friend invited me to listen to this sermon. i thought it was really really really good. i really really really liked it and i think i want to go back to finish the whole sermon. the pastor is teaching on the book of Ruth and it's amazingly heavy but yet light-hearted. after that, i went to play mahjong. hee hee. super shioks! my friend cooked for me lunch and dinner! i miss home-cooked food and we played mahjong, the shenzhen style. haha. i had a few winning games but i also had my fair share of losses. in the end, i lose HKD 30! it would be a much happier ending if i had won money but oh well, it's good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite happy with my long weekend. another holiday coming end May. i am wondering if i should travel to anywhere. but i have one issue. M O N E Y! darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-7462604895414986510?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7462604895414986510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/loooong-weekend_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7462604895414986510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7462604895414986510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/loooong-weekend_16.html' title='Loooong Weekend!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Sf75Ve9rYHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/WRuIQb2d3Tk/s72-c/IMG00143-20090502-1549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6298375125219620388</id><published>2009-04-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:02:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started and ended with "L"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L U N C H - that's how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt know how, when and why he started talking to her. she couldnt remember and she didnt bother to. it all started with lunch. he talked to her, she responded. he asked her out for lunch, she said yes. one lunch led to another. another lunch led to dinner. somehow, she and he started hanging out together more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one day, she and he went for dinner. she didnt feel like going home early. he didnt feel like going home early too. hung around and chatted. she and he getting bored. he suggested going to his house to chill as he had some dvds. she said "ok" because she didnt want to go home. on the way to his house, he tried to hold her hands. she didnt let him. reached his house. she picked up "Juno". he agreed with that. he put the dvd into the player and went to the couch. he sat extremely close to her. she felt strange but didnt care. he started to hold her hand and inched closer. she wondered if she should let that happen. she's feeling a little excited. he started to come closer. she didnt move away. then he kissed her. she kissed back. one kiss led to another. another kiss led to more kisses. she made out with him. she enjoyed it and he enjoyed it. she asked him " why? " he said " no idea. " she asked " you like me? " he replied " yeah, if not why are we doing this? " she smiled and he smiled. the next day, she and he went shopping. he held her hand. her heart beat really fast as she's shy. she wondered if that meant anything. he didnt say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first quarrel happened when she told him that she wanted to hang out with a friend when she had promised to catch a movie with him. she told him " i want to go out with friend after our movie. " he went "oh, just go ahead with your friend. we can watch the movie another day. " she replied " no, we can watch it today and i can go out wtih my friend after that. im going for my holiday this weekend, the movie would be gone by the time im back." he argued " no, just go out with your friend. i dont want to watch the movie anymore. " she's baffled and asked " why? why are you pissed off? " he just said " im not. just go with your friend. " she was a little sad and replied " fine, if that's what you want. " so she went out with friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while out with friend, he texted her " didnt have a chance to say bye to you today. have fun and enjoy your trip. " she ignored him. just before she left for her trip, he called her to say " goodbye and take care. " she said " goodbye and take care " too. during the trip, she texted her once. he texted her back. she totally enjoyed the trip and was looking forward to share with him all the experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, he seemed to have changed when she's back. he's no longer interested in her. he stopped chatting with her. he stopped having lunches with her. he stopped walking her to the bus stations. she's feeling sad. she wondered why. she asked " hey, what happen? " he went " nothing. what could have happened? " she's very very confused. she couldnt figure out why the change in attitude. then she realized. he's now interested in friend. he was having lunches and dinners with friend. she's shocked. all it took was 1 week for him to have a change in attitude and heart. they told her to let go. they told her he's a jerk. they told her that she should just ignore him. but she wanted to find out why. she just wanted to know the truth. she asked him " are you dating friend? " he replied " no,why do you ask? " she asked again " then why did your attitude change towards me? " he said coldly " it didnt change. " she asked again " yes it did. now you're not spending time with me " he didnt reply. she gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks later friend told her " im dating him. " she went " really? when did it start? " friend said " we started hanging out 3 weeks ago. " she realized he had actually asked her out the day she left for her trip. she felt disgusted. she's wondering if she should tell friend about she and he. she didnt want to be the shit stirrer. she thought he would be man enough to tell friend. so she left it as it was. she still talk to him but he's not that friendly anymore. she still keep in touch with friend. they told her to hate him. she told them she didnt want to spend time hating someone who was not worth her time. she told them she had move on and they didnt have to worry. she even hung out with him and friend. a little awkward but she could still handle that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he and friend dated for 10 months. broke up because friend was extremely unhappy with him. she talked to friend to make sure friend's alright. friend was fine. during conversations, she mentioned about she and he. friend was shocked. friend didnt know. friend asked her why didnt she told friend. she told friend that she thought he would have told her and so she didnt. besides, she didnt want to be the shit stirrer. friend was extremely shocked. friend confronted him. he told friend " OMG, i forgot! " friend told her. she felt nauseous. was she that forgetable? it meant nothing to him at all? she wanted to kill him badly. she felt so unworthy and cheap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he texted " sorry, im truly sorry, i forgot to tell friend about us. " she told him " your sorry came too late. " he said " im really sorry. " she told him " it doesnt matter now. " he said " im truly sorry. i can explain. let's meet and talk . " she wondered what kind of excuses would he come up with. she agreed to meet him for the talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she and he met. she could see that he was trying very hard to start the conversation. she felt that he's pathetic and so she said " so, why didnt you tell friend? " he said " i was confused. " she probed. he said " everything happened too fast and i was confused. " she demanded a better explanation. he said " i kinda started talking to friend and realized that we can connect at a certain level. so i started to fall in love with her. but i wasnt sure if friend felt the same. i was really confused. so when friend agreed to be my gf, i put in everything for her as i really want us to work out. " she questioned " why didnt you speak to me earlier? i tried talking to you. you ignored me. " he paused. he said " im sorry, i should have spoken to you earlier. i was really confused and didnt know what to do. im sorry. i didnt know you were trying to talk to me. i was sooo confused. " she asked " what's so confusing? " he paused for 1 minute and said " anyway, nothing will come out between us. we're too different. after that night, i was feeling confused and bad. i didnt know what to do. so sorry. " she replied " fine. but why didnt you tell friend? i thought you would be truthful to her. " he said " i forgot. we only talked about our past once and i was so shocked about hers that i forgot to tell her. " she rolled her eyes at this answer " what the hell? was it that unforgetable? and why should you be shocked about friend's past. from our conversations, you know about her. doesnt make sense at all ." he just kept quiet. had no more explanation. she told him coldly " you should be thankful that i handled this whole thing in a very calm and mature manner. if i had kick up a big fuss, would you even have the chance with friend? besides, they told me to hate you. i told them i am not going to because i dont think it's worth the trouble at all. " he kept quiet. then he said " im really sorry. i was sooo confused that i didnt know what to do! " "DUDE! what was soooo confusing? " she shouted. he kept quiet. she went on " you know, let's forget about it. we're good now. so let's move on. although i do not accept your explanations, i do not want to pursue further either. let's move on. dont be so childish. " he nodded. she walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L A M E - that's how it ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6298375125219620388?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6298375125219620388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-started-and-ended-with-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6298375125219620388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6298375125219620388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-started-and-ended-with-l.html' title='It started and ended with &quot;L&quot;'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3361043670869628796</id><published>2009-04-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:03:10.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars &amp; Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally manage to watch what i wanna watch on Sunday. it was an impromptu decision. was surfing the internet at 420pm and decided to catch F&amp;amp;F4 at 540pm. although i havent heard good reviews about this show but it's a MUST-WATCH for me. i love the cars used in this show. not that i know a lot about cars but they are sooo pretty and so fast. and i simply love the ways the drivers drove at full speed even when reversing and all the drifting and shit. in this movie, there are a lot more other cars than the usual fast cars. and a lot more american muscle. some of them looked really nice and sexy but some simply looked ugly. yes i only care about the looks and not the engines and what-nots of the cars. however, i am EXTREMELY happy to see my skyline again and to see Vin Diesel. he's sooooooooooo macho and manly. in terms of storyline, it has none. haha! but im 200% sure they will be coming up with Fast &amp;amp; Furious 5! cant wait to watch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8z7HFgZLI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8qk_ZlPOxsw/s1600-h/fast-and-furious-4-movie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327533974810027186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8z7HFgZLI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8qk_ZlPOxsw/s320/fast-and-furious-4-movie-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; isnt the skyline chio???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8zl0viCsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xFW6_wVvEmU/s1600-h/fast-furious-4-movie-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327533609108769474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8zl0viCsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xFW6_wVvEmU/s320/fast-furious-4-movie-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sooo suave!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8zX8mbY3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/dTpnSzD5nrE/s1600-h/fast-furoius-4-dom-car-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327533370699899762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8zX8mbY3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/dTpnSzD5nrE/s320/fast-furoius-4-dom-car-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; super cool mustang! love it to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then on tuesday evening, i decided to "expose" the arty-farty side of me. i bought a ticket to watch the play "Equus". not sure if anyone has any impression but this is the play which Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) went nude for. unfortunately, the play running in Hong Kong does not have him but still, i wanted to watch. it's at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hkfringe.com.hk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fringe Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and it's quite an arty-farty place. the theatre is really small and the props are minimum BUT the play is AMAZING. no wonder there were so much hpyed about it when Daniel Radcliffe took on this role. It's reallya very very good play. It explores religion, social status, passion, sexuality and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoophilia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zoophilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. as i watched the play, many many thoughts ran through my mind. it's like every single movement, every single act, definitely is more than what im seeing. i believe everything has a metaphor or a pun. it definitely meant to express another side of things and how the writer/producer or whatever you call him is trying to inform the audience. i believe it even has a stinge of homosexuality. i really really enjoy it a lot and i recommend EVERYONE to catch it if it's playing. on a sidenote, the boy who played the role which daniel radcliffe played looks a bit like daniel himself. HAHA. maybe i was imagining him to be daniel, but anyhow, please go watch it if possible. i would like to discuss this play with anyone who has watched it, i feel like going back to an english literature class! why didnt we study this during school time? sighz. not sure if it helps to rouse any interest but look at how toned harry potter has become! sexxxxxxxxxxy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se83xEoTMdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RM3qV1S2S1M/s1600-h/radcliffe_equus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327538200398475730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se83xEoTMdI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RM3qV1S2S1M/s320/radcliffe_equus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i must say the play is rather disturbing. but still A W E S O M E!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3361043670869628796?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3361043670869628796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cars-horses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3361043670869628796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3361043670869628796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/cars-horses.html' title='Cars &amp; Horses'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/Se8z7HFgZLI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8qk_ZlPOxsw/s72-c/fast-and-furious-4-movie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-7524654975658814630</id><published>2009-04-16T00:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:49:19.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYLw4jYrLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/678kkRa6JMQ/s1600-h/Phuket_Night_Hannah_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324956543854619826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYLw4jYrLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/678kkRa6JMQ/s320/Phuket_Night_Hannah_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, i got tanned!!! yeah, just got back from another sun-filled holiday. hee hee. after i got back, many told me this " wah, you are very tanned now " and some told me this " i think you have enough sun for the next 3 months " and i have some who saw me and said " oh my god, you look ilke a farmer! " HAHAHA. anyhow, i am happy with my tan. i havent gotten a tan for a loooooooooong time. seriously. it's about time. i like it no matter how much people said i am wayyyy too tanned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, this trip is a mixture of fun and boredom. initially, this is a trip for 5 of us but 2 of my friends bailed out because their other halves dont allow them to go. SERIOUSLY, they are losers. we offered to ask the other halves to come along, they refused. i dont understand why would they disallow and one word from the other half and my friends just bailed out? i am speechless. and so i was stuck with a couple, in the honeymoon stage. was a little hestitant about this but what the heck, i paid almost SGD 700 for my tickets and so i am so going to go! anyway, i am pretty alright with this couple. both of them are my friends but seriously, i've never seen a couple who laughs SOOOO MUCH. they were laughing out loud EVERY OTHER 5 minutes. seriously, sometimes, i feel kinda left out and i just walked on my own. and this is where the boredom kicked in. i mean i wanna do activities and the couple didnt stop me BUT..it's boring to do it alone. and so for the whole trip, i literally parked my BIG FAT ASS on the beach. sighz. no diving, no snokelling, no clubbing or anything. at times, i feel so extra and just felt like going out to venture on my own but yet, i dont feel safe. sighz. anyway, it's not that bad because there were moments where the 3 of us can just chill over beers. hahaha. well, i wont say i wont go travelling with them again but if i were to go with them again, i MUST and i WILL bring my own partner! on a happier note, i've never seen my girlfriend so happy with a guy before and so i really feel the love that she's getting and all. so im all good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not much pictures taken but here are some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYN77UAwcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/29ei7h1GZIc/s1600-h/Phuket_Night_Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958932597260738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYN77UAwcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/29ei7h1GZIc/s320/Phuket_Night_Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you see the girls dancing? they basically only have 1 move. HAHA. but i kinda feel sad for them. i see many young and pretty girls ( or boys ) along the street picking up very old and sleazy ang-mohs. in fact, while i was getting my pedicure, i overheard one girl picking up her customer. she said to him " you can book a room. you, me, my friend, your friend can all stay together for 3 days but you have to pay for everything " never seen such a direct approach before. way to go! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYN2d9QV3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/dCqD5gLqiv0/s1600-h/Phuket_Night_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958838817838962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYN2d9QV3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/dCqD5gLqiv0/s320/Phuket_Night_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;supposedly one of the most happening (and sleazy) places in Phuket. wanted to club but the sleaze factor is so high that i lose all the interest to even step into any clubs. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNrVofJFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yjEVubt6_Ww/s1600-h/Phuket_Beach_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958647604683858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNrVofJFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yjEVubt6_Ww/s320/Phuket_Beach_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNn3pDsjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ibsRFICKqzI/s1600-h/Phuket_Beach_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958588014408242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNn3pDsjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ibsRFICKqzI/s320/Phuket_Beach_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNkNXpTvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RhvDGhwuxEY/s1600-h/Phuket_Beach_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958525127479026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYNkNXpTvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/RhvDGhwuxEY/s320/Phuket_Beach_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the place where i park my ass. HAHA. basically my hotel is like 10 m away from the beach. i only need like 5 seconds to walk from my hotel to the beach. hee hee. if only i have a house by the sea like that. BUT..just imagine, 2 years ago, the tsunami hit the town, RIGHT HERE. on an interesting note, there were many ang-mohs and not much asians along the beach. and many ang-mohs are actually nude tanning. and i spotted some old ladies doing that. the hilarious thing is...i couldnt differentiate their boobs from their tummies. HAHA. sorry i know im mean but the boobs are sooo saggy that they dont looks like boobs anymore. and i feel that Phuket has become more expensive. wanted to do parasailing and i offered 700 Baht. NONE of them wanted to do my business. they are asking 1000 Baht from the stupid ang-mohs who think that a price from 1200 baht to 1000 baht is a good bargain. ANNOYED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i want to go back there. but this time, i wanna go diving and island hopping. no more parking. hee hee. anyone interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-7524654975658814630?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7524654975658814630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/phuket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7524654975658814630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7524654975658814630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/phuket.html' title='Phuket!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SeYLw4jYrLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/678kkRa6JMQ/s72-c/Phuket_Night_Hannah_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2028421120541239611</id><published>2009-04-04T21:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:18:24.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANYA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to Hainan-Sanya (China) for holiday last week. although it's ah tiong land, the beach is really good. and the weather is sooo good. it was soo sunny that i got burnt like hell. HAHA. but seriously, other than the fact that it's ah tiong land, it's really a good short getaway!! let me explain why it's so duhz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) fashion sense sucks!!! seriously, i have no idea what is wrong. they have no fashion sense at all. on the beach, most people would wear nice bikinis (for girls) and board shorts (for guys). but when i was in Sanya, the girls are wearing tankini (nothing wrong) but they will have very very retro patterns, like HUGE flowers or polka-dots in the most obiang ways. HAHA. and to make matters worse, they will have a little skirt to cover their bottom. soooo old-school. as for the guys, they will wear swimming trunks! haha and it's the speedo kind. so it's quite duhz. one man was even wearing a white or rather translucent swimming trunks. friend and i dare not look when he got out of the water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) the girls DO NOT SHAVE! yes, they do not shave AT ALL. looking at them, they're usually quite slim and fair. but the moment they raise their arms, OMG!! it's hairy and long. it's super disgusting. but like what my friend said " they are being natural. we shave and we're artificial. give them credit lah " but seriously, it's yucks and double yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(3) everyone spits everywhere! seriously, what is their problem? do they always have to spit. they even spit on the beach. so i dare not walk around bare-foot, fearing that i will step on the disgusting spit. but some of them are better. after spitting, they will use the sand to cover up. haha so it's not that bad. some just ignore. yucks, yucks and triple yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4) public shower rooms have no doors! i was shocked actually. when i stepped into the shower rooms to rinse myself, i only see naked women! and the shower rooms have no doors. so while waiting for my turn to step into the shower, i have to stare at the naked woman showering in front of me. seriously, if the woman is sexy and all, it's kinda like free porn. but like i have said, they usually dont shave and they always spit, it's kinda disgusting. and if i dont look at them, it's super weird if i look at the other ladies who are equally naked and waiting in line. if i look down, it's weird as well. and i need to make sure no one cuts my queue. and so for 10 mins, i have to stare at this middle-age woman showering in front of me. quite an experience. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(5) all taxi drivers are annoying! the moment you board the cab, they will start asking if you wanna do any touristy stuffs and they can give you special rates and etc. SUPER ANNOYING. i almost wanted to tell them to shuddup. i mean sometimes, i didnt respond and they keep on talking. i was pisssed a few times that i just told them " i already told you i am not going to do whatever you've suggested. just bring me to the place i wanna go. thanks" and then i started talking to my friend in english and ignored the driver. super disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, here's the plus points of Sanya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842670819115490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdduN9PqAeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/WVEydsz3P3Q/s320/Sanya_Da+Dong+Hai_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; look how beautiful the beach is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoPhxqfsSI/AAAAAAAAAic/PHwQqSEplDU/s1600-h/Sanya_Yalong+Bay_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582982633337122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoPhxqfsSI/AAAAAAAAAic/PHwQqSEplDU/s320/Sanya_Yalong+Bay_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; so pretty right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoRFjkd5ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/kJpsLYlNvU8/s1600-h/Sanya_Yalong+Bay_On+the+Way.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584696836875666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoRFjkd5ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/kJpsLYlNvU8/s320/Sanya_Yalong+Bay_On+the+Way.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; even the grass is greener!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoR96sdhAI/AAAAAAAAAis/U2IVhT_yrp0/s1600-h/Sanya_Bing+Lang+Gu_Woodern+Barn_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585665117094914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoR96sdhAI/AAAAAAAAAis/U2IVhT_yrp0/s320/Sanya_Bing+Lang+Gu_Woodern+Barn_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to visit an ethnic group and this is their storage huts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoS5rffFGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/44a7K-pTJrU/s1600-h/Sanya_Bing+Lang+Gu_CuteGirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586691828290658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoS5rffFGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/44a7K-pTJrU/s320/Sanya_Bing+Lang+Gu_CuteGirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this girl is soooo cute. she thought i was korean and spoke korean to me! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoT1wfgH3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/sVRDMrqEbQ4/s1600-h/Sanya_Eadry+Resort_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321587723962687346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoT1wfgH3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/sVRDMrqEbQ4/s320/Sanya_Eadry+Resort_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; what a beautiful sunset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoTNRaz5fI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1N2iJuv-KAU/s1600-h/Sanya_Fish+Therapy_Hannah.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321587028426745330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdoTNRaz5fI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1N2iJuv-KAU/s320/Sanya_Fish+Therapy_Hannah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me trying out fish therapy. it's soo itchy! *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2028421120541239611?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2028421120541239611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sanya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2028421120541239611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2028421120541239611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sanya.html' title='SANYA!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SdduN9PqAeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/WVEydsz3P3Q/s72-c/Sanya_Da+Dong+Hai_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2422040293507825330</id><published>2009-03-22T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:06:35.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strip Club"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, i havent been to a real strip club. but seriously, if i dont think i would even need to go. i have just joined a gym in Hong Kong. and funnily enough, in the changing room, &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE STRIPS&lt;/strong&gt;! i am soooo serious. i am really fine with them stripping but i just dont understand why they can walk around naked when it's a public changing room. okay, if someone just stripped and changed outside, fine. this is what i do too. but there are some ladies, they stripped in front of the locker, walked to the toilets to pee, then walked back to their lockers to take some stuffs, then walked to the bathrooms. basically they walked here and there in their birthday suits. seriously, i am not a pervert but i couldnt help staring. i would look to see if their boobs are sagging (HAHA) and i will also look to see if they wax and what is the color of their pubic hair (HAHAHA). it's kinda gross to see a middle-age ( say 50 ) woman naked. and it's kinda interesting to see an ang-moh naked. they really have perky breasts and the pubic hair is golden-brown. HAHAHA okok now i sound like a pervert. anyway, i asked my colleague who joined the same gym if the guys stripped too. and he said " YES! " so now you know. if you wanna go to a strip club but am shy, join a gym! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2422040293507825330?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2422040293507825330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/strip-club.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2422040293507825330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2422040293507825330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/strip-club.html' title='&quot;Strip Club&quot;'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-6770219956361280700</id><published>2009-03-18T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:17:50.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love but miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been almost half a year since i moved to Hong Kong. there are things that i love about Hong Kong and there are things that i hate about Hong Kong. there are things i miss about Singapore and there are things that i dont miss at all. but i have to say, i didnt regret moving to Hong Kong and i thank God for this amazing opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love HK for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) amazing team: not that i hate my previous team but seriously, my new team is quite amazing. i get along well with everyone and everyone is very nice and sweet to me. they invite me to join them in their activities as they know i dont have many friends in HK. they bought me flowers on my birthday. we help each other at work and there's absolutely no back-stabbing. one of them actually partied with me to celebrate my birthday after finding out about it via FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) experiences: after moving to the HK team, i have been exposed to different people and culture. it has definitely broaden my horizon. this is something which i can never learn from school or from other people. it has to be experienced personally. and i am blessed with this opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(3) vibrancy (not sure if there's such a word. haha ): basically, HK is forever vibrant. people go out at 12am to party. shops dont close till midnight. central is always bustling with people and activities. i can go to the suburbs to see hong kong in a different light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss Singapore for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) food: yes, the food in HK is good but food in SG is equally good. i miss food like char kway teow, ban mian, roti prata, chai tau kway, laksa, hainan chicken rice, ice kachang, bak chor mee, etc etc. sigh. i wish someone from Singapore can open a shop here and sell the authentic food at reasonable prices!!!! also, i miss home-cooked food. i do try to cook at home but they are usually instant stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) family: i do miss going home and seeing people at home. now, everyday i reach home, it's only me, myself and i and the TV. although i call home every friday, i still miss seeing my family. just last friday, i called home and spoke to my grandma. gawd, that was sooo awful. the moment i hear her voice, i wanna cry. i realized i really miss going to mygrandma's place every week. she told me that she went to the market the other day and the pork seller asked her if she wanna buy pig's kidneys ( she always buy them and cook them for me ) and she replied that im not in singapore and so she doesnt have to buy them. OMG! that really brought tears to my eyes. and i miss disturbing my brothers. and i miss talking to my parents. but of course, im still alright but just that sometimes, i miss them and feel lonely. i kept asking my mum and grandma when are they coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(3) friends: although i still keep in contact with my friends via email and msn, i still miss hanging out with them physically. i miss partying with them, having dinner with them, chilling out with them. in fact, i also miss my piano lessons. i know i can make new friends in Hong Kong but it's different. some of these friendships were fostered 10 years ago and they are still going strong. it's irreplaceable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i have no idea if i will be here for only 2 years or forever. personally, i would love to go back to Singapore because it's afterall my home! but then again, i really dont know what's my future's going be like. would i get married and settled in Hong Kong? or maybe i will move to another country? who knows. let's see how things go. for now, i'll enjoy whatever i have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-6770219956361280700?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/6770219956361280700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-but-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6770219956361280700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/6770219956361280700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-but-miss.html' title='love but miss'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5606179484048682905</id><published>2009-03-06T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:13:11.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is he sooo rude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont understand why some ang-mohs are so rude. so what if they are ang-mohs? so what if they are from USA? so what if they dont have black eyes and yellow skin? they are working and living in Asia and so please show some respect. this ang-moh in my team is farking annoying. when i said "farking annoying", im not lying. he's been such a pain in the ass that i actually made him hate me. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incident #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's working in the Japan office and was in HK for work. We were given a list to call for prospecting one morning. In the afternoon, he came by my desk " so how many calls have you made? did you do anything useful today? why havent you started calling and make yourself useful?" WTH???!!! who the hell is he? my boss? N-O. N-O. N-O. so i told him " why are you asking me this? go away. i want to do something useful now " and he wanted to continue and i went " shut up. i need to call the client NOW " and i just picked up the phone and ignored him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incident #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a colleague asked me for help on some limitation on his computer. not very sure, i asked the experts on some global chats which we have. i used about 5 mins to ask some very simple questions and i just passed this information on. a very simple and easy gesture of kindness right? then this stupid idiot rang me up. he went " why are you wasting your time on an internal client when you can spend the valuable helping a real client?" seriously, that caused me to flare up! firstly, i was doing something and was really concentrating. secondly, all i did was ask some questions and pass on the info. is that so hard to do for a colleague? thirdly. WHO THE HELL IS HE TO ASK SUCH QUESTIONS? he is NOT my boss. my boss told me " i dont care what you do. just bring in the money". seriously. WHAT IS FARKING WRONG WITH THIS STUPID ANG-MOH? DOES HE REALLY THINK HE'S MY BOSS? so i told him " dude, seriously. it's just a small favor. i only had to spend 5 mins. not as if i spend 5 hours doing that. and what's wrong with helping a colleague. and finally. why are you even asking me this. i dont wanna talk to you anymore. bye " and i hung up. HAHAHA. then i said out loud in the office "farking idiot" and everyone around me went " woah. are you alright? " HAHAHA. see how much he pissed me off. then after a while, i thought i was kinda rude and so i called him back. before i can even say anything, he said " do you hung up on a client who ask you questions? i dont want to talk to you " and he hung up. RUDE ASSHOLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incident #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today he asked a question on our common team chat and so i told him the answer and shared with him what i know. then he disagree and said that im wrong. well, fine. so i showed him where are the documents and which emails indicate that im right and i checked with another colleague and he agreed with me. suddenly my phone rang. so i picked it up and without even a "hello", this farking ang-moh went " you better get your facts right!" WTFH. he is soooo wrong and he still dare to tell me to get my facts right? i mean seriously, even if im wrong, he doesnt have to be that rude. who the hell he think he is???!!!! the things that he asked is VERY VERY basic and VERY VERY common. it's not something that we should or even get it wrong. the fact that he got it wrong means that he's a FARKING DUMB ASSHOLE. and he's still so full of himself. i was soooo farking pissed. i was kind to share with him what i know and all i got was " you should get your facts right " when he's the one who got it wrong. after which, i believed he went to check with other colleagues and realized that IM SO FREAKING RIGHT and he's SO FREAKING WRONG. not a single word of apology nor acknowledgement that im right and he's wrong. FARKING DUMB BASTARDIC ASSHOLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean seriously, yes he could be a trader previously and he's an ang-moh who can speak a little japanese and whatever. SO? does that make him more superior than me? does that make him smarter than me? he's such a sneaky snake. always doing things to "impress" the boss and all. but when it comes to the most basic and simple stuffs, he's SOOOOO dumb. dumb to the extent i cannot believe that he doesnt know the simplest of the simple facts. seriously, i didnt want to be his nemesis but can he not be so farking rude when he doesnt even have anything to be proud of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he once said singaporean girls are the most boring girls he ever met. i told him " maybe singaporean girls are so not into you that they are trying to tell you to get lost? " A S S H O L E! he can kiss my arse and eat shit! the worst ang-moh i ever met! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5606179484048682905?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5606179484048682905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-he-sooo-rude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5606179484048682905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5606179484048682905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-he-sooo-rude.html' title='why is he sooo rude?'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3675079570646949677</id><published>2009-02-22T20:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:05:25.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bei Jing Huan Ying Nin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFZptqOnLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lBFAOHKZ1hQ/s1600-h/BJ_GrandHyatt_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305620409185377458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFZptqOnLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lBFAOHKZ1hQ/s320/BJ_GrandHyatt_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful right? just got back from Beijing on Wednesday. went there for 3 days. business trip. it was snowing slightly. niceee. i really like Beijing. no idea why. compared to Shanghai, i think Beijing is more cool. however, i still do not like the ah tiongs. haha so rude and so disgusting. i still see them spitting on the ground. YUCKS. why are they dirtying a wonderful city like Beijing? yucks yucks. totally hate it. and the drivers, they drive like they owned the roads. so scarry. i was crossing but yet i can see them coming towards me, NOT slowing down at all. no wonder the government need to have this sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFK7NqZQQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GllP9AGQ5eI/s1600-h/BJ_FunnySign.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305604217159368962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFK7NqZQQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GllP9AGQ5eI/s320/BJ_FunnySign.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Translation: When a car gives way to a pedestrian, it's safety. When a pedestrain gives way to a car, it's civilization. When a car gives way to a car, it's harmony. very creative if you ask me. i was so amazed that i stopped in the middle of the pavement and took this picture. am very sure all the other people must be thinking that im super crazy. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, had some time to do some sight-seeing as i flew in on a sunday. so i literally dropped my luggage in the hotel, bathed and ran out to visit the famous "Forbidden City" or they called it "Gu Gong". it was sooooo huge. i only went in one direction and it took me 3 hours to walk in and out! but it's really worth the effort. however, i must say, it didnt give me the same " wow" effect the India's Humuyam's Tomb has on me. when i saw the tomb, i was like " OMG " but when i saw the palace, i was like " WOW". different effect. wonder why. anyway, i still enjoyed myself very much. and i had this crazy thought while walking around the palace. i felt sorry for the maids and enuachs of the palace. as it's such a huge place, imagine them walking and running, trying to fulfil the needs and wants of their masters. then i told myself, " if i am a princess, i would NEVER make my servants run around the palace " hahaha i told my colleague about it, she laughed NON-STOP. she kept saying im super lame and retarded. anyway, it's really huge. now i know why they never need to leave the palace. it's so huge and if you were to tour the whole palace, i think it would take you 3 months!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFS7IFKN0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YBnSFYK3HNY/s1600-h/BJ_Forbidden+City_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613011754039106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFS7IFKN0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/YBnSFYK3HNY/s320/BJ_Forbidden+City_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFVqOoss3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/SAv7v8yOLqA/s1600-h/BJ_Forbidden+City_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616019990819698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFVqOoss3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/SAv7v8yOLqA/s320/BJ_Forbidden+City_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWm1-uZxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7UFGlXln_2E/s1600-h/BJ_Forbidden+City_LargeStoneCarving_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305617061344339730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWm1-uZxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7UFGlXln_2E/s320/BJ_Forbidden+City_LargeStoneCarving_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWZxFBdqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pqACjHpnYFs/s1600-h/BJ_Forbidden+City_ChuXiuGong_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616836690278050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWZxFBdqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pqACjHpnYFs/s320/BJ_Forbidden+City_ChuXiuGong_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWMNR-CyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pDjoIWGnWCg/s1600-h/BJ_Forbidden+City_BaoHeDian_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305616603742604066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFWMNR-CyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pDjoIWGnWCg/s320/BJ_Forbidden+City_BaoHeDian_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i had some spare time, i went to visit the "Bird Nest" stadium. just wanna drop by to take pictures of it as it was quite a huge thing in 2008. anyway, i must say, it looks very different. on TV, it actually looks quite bird-nesty. but in reality, it's very metallic. it's like a mesh of metals all together. hahaha and the taxi driver who drove me there was kinda funny. i told him i wanna go to the " Bird Nest " and he started his conversation on why did the government gave this stadium such a stupid name. he said it should be named " Phoenix Nest " because they always use the word " bird " in the perogative sense. anyway, doesnt matter, im just a tourist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFY78VPLgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dxwePVnYyLk/s1600-h/BJ_Birdnest_WaterStadium.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305619622849883650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFY78VPLgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dxwePVnYyLk/s320/BJ_Birdnest_WaterStadium.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFYy1_jyiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TXq1K4hhyuQ/s1600-h/BJ_Birdnest_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305619466529524258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFYy1_jyiI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TXq1K4hhyuQ/s320/BJ_Birdnest_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after which, i went to their cheap shopping. OMG, it's so bad. they only sell counterfeits. hahaha quite duhz. i wanted to buy some local stuffs at cheap prices but everything is just counterfeits. and i was carrying my gucci bag ( real one okay ) and then the sales aunties saw me and they kept asking " xiao jie, yao bu yao mai duo yi ge gucci or LV? wo you xin huo " warrau, mine is R E A L okay?  then i went to real shopping malls, bloody expensive. so i ended up buying 12 DVDs. haha. my best purchase!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3675079570646949677?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3675079570646949677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/bei-jing-huan-ying-nin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3675079570646949677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3675079570646949677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/bei-jing-huan-ying-nin.html' title='Bei Jing Huan Ying Nin'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SaFZptqOnLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lBFAOHKZ1hQ/s72-c/BJ_GrandHyatt_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1888678384553711233</id><published>2009-02-14T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:00:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horse racing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SZbb5Qpd8vI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ASOmEQK12tM/s1600-h/IMG00089-20090204-2118%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302667388043260658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SZbb5Qpd8vI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ASOmEQK12tM/s320/IMG00089-20090204-2118%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SZbcIn5xNfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/StXqRhOvAmk/s1600-h/IMG00092-20090204-2251%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302667651983685106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SZbcIn5xNfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/StXqRhOvAmk/s320/IMG00092-20090204-2251%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to my FIRST horse racing section the other day, with my boss and a few other colleagues. it's VERY VERY interesting. basically, my boss decided to bring some colleagues from other office to the horse racing in Hong Kong. and because i've never been there, my boss asked me along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basically, i think my boss is the high-class kind. we didnt go to the side where all the locals are. we actually went to a restaurant, where there's a buffet dinner waiting for us. so we ate and watched the horses run. in fact, it's pretty exciting. whenever the horses are almost at the finishing line, you can hear the crowd cheering and shouting. it's really like what you see in HK drama or movies. amazing. and you see all sorts of people at the stands - old, young, man, woman, educated, non-educated, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;basically, there are 12 races one night and when we arrived, 3 races have been run. so while we were eating, my boss was like " so, what horse do you think will win in the next race? " and i went " NUMBER 4 " heh heh. and so my boss asked "wanna bet?" and i went " SURE!" so i took out HKD 50 and put HKD 30 on "place" and HKD 20 on "win". basically, "place" means if your selected horse comes in 1st, 2nd or 3rd, you won. "win" means your horse has to come in 1st. there are other ways of betting but i have no idea how it goes and so i bought the simplest way. and guess what? my horse came in 3rd and i won HKD 110!!! hee hee. so thinking that im on a winning streak, i bought my 2nd race and i lost! then i stopped as i thought it's pretty duhz. hahaha! not quite a risk-taker huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a very funny thing happen. at the last race, some of us decided to place a bet. there are 12 horses and we bought 8 horses differently. and we were cheering and hoping our horses will win. and guess what? out of the 8 horses that we bought, NONE of them came in the top 3. in fact, none of them came in the top 4. haha what a joke. we have 67% chances of winning, which is pretty high, but none of us won. haha i guess we are just not the type that have the gamblers' luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wouldnt mind going again. it's pretty fun and coolz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1888678384553711233?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1888678384553711233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/horse-racing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1888678384553711233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1888678384553711233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/horse-racing.html' title='horse racing!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SZbb5Qpd8vI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ASOmEQK12tM/s72-c/IMG00089-20090204-2118%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5477583816085179738</id><published>2009-02-09T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:55:50.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spent almost 2 weeks in Singapore for Chinese New Year. didnt want to go back to Hong Kong at all. basically, i just enjoyed life like i dont have to work for the past 10 days in Singapore. hee hee. if only i can do that for the rest of my life and still have a steady income. anyway, maybe i really can do that one fine day. maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway i did almost what i planned to. i had my local food - chicken rice, roti prata, hokkien mee, carrot cake, ice kachang, home-cooked meals, grandma-cooked meals, steamboat, chilli crab, lou hei. super happy. think i have put on like many kgs already. got to start dieting and exercising. talking about exercising, i am thinking of joining a gym in Hong Kong. initially i thought i could run outside, like what i sometimes used to do in Singapore, but i realize the air is so bad that no one runs outside. haha! anyway, my colleague recommended me to a gym that is near our office and im going for the free trial tomorrow. let's see how things go. if it's good and not too expensive, i'll join. i really need to swaet it out to release the toxic and stress in my body!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i also met up with many friends, but i havent finished meeting up with all of them!!! seriously, i dont know why i couldnt finish meeting everyone. everyday, i would sleep at like 4am, wake up around 10am, go out for lunch at around 12 pm, goes for dinner at 7pm , drinks at 10pm and still cannot finish meeting everyone. HAHAHA. i guess i am really popular and have lots of friends. but i also spent time hanging out with my family. we gambled and ate together. so i guess i have again fulfilled my task of hanging out. quite happy. BUT i didnt manage to meet up with my secondary school friends but no worries, they are coming to Hong Kong in 2 weeks' time. super happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i get to know 2 very interesting people when i was partying in butter. these 2 guys owned their own company and one of them is a tattoo artist. so i just chatted with them and then they told me that they are friends of Chris Garver. Seriously, i dont really believe them but they sweared that it's true. they said that they were travelling in L.A. and met Chris and even got inked by him. anyway, i asked them if they know Ami too ( as im soooo in love with Ami and they replaced Miami Ink with London Ink on Discovery channel and im super pissed and bored now ) but they said Ami is a bad artist and etc etc. this means they do not know him - BORING. hahaha. anyway they went on telling me they were very good friends and can work together because they are of different characters (seriously, i dont really care). and they said they have a lot of dangerous fun when both of them were in Australia ( again, i dont reallyc are). basically, they told me their life story within the span of 30 mins. in return, i told them, im working in Hong Kong. hahaha. i guess that's fair enough for the exchange of information. anyway, im just excited that i am talking to Chris Garver's friends ( according to them). HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, i was trying to be cupid (again) when i was in Singapore. to continue the matchmaking that i was trying previously, i arranged for drinks and asked the guy (GOH) and girl (MIC) along. actually, the girl was very very interested in another guy (AL) and she was hinting to me SOO STRONGLY to give the AL her number and ask AL to ask her out that i find it super hilarious. BUT, am not going to do it because i dont want to. anyway, MIC was super excited when she knows that AL is going for drinks. she even called me to find out if we can meet earlier and all but i couldnt as i was with my family. GOH was quite happy to see MIC that night but AL looks super sianz. well, maybe i was late and AL was not happy but i was late for a good reason. i had to fetch my brother to the 24 hours doc as he suddenly developed an allergy to something and had swollen eyes. anyway MIC actually went home to change into a LBD when all of us are in casual wear. haha trying too hard to impress, my dear. trying too hard. me and 2 other friends can see that she's trying very hard but GOH was like " no, she look quite pretty what " hahaha. GOH is infatuated in MIC but was not doing what he's supposed to do to impress her. argh. getting very irritated with GOH being such a miser. hahahaha but i guess that's him and there's nothing much i can do! oh to show how hard MIC is trying, before we exchanged goodbyes, she actually told me " hey, maybe i will catch you this weekend ( we met on a wednesday evening) before you leave for hong kong ". i had no reply as i was shocked. we are not close and we do not hang out at all and why would i catch him on a weekend? she must be thinking that i would be partying with AL and gang this weekend before i left and hoped that i asked her along. OH MY GOD. stop trying to hard!!! anyway didnt catch up wtih her as i didnt have time and i also didnt really partied with AL. i guess it's a case closed for this matchmaking session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on another note, i seriously hate people who doesnt know me well acting all chummy with me. i went back to the office on one of the evening to have some drinks with some of the closer colleagues. one of the girls (TLI) came by. to give some background, i hardly talked to her when i was in Singapore, i never messaged her or anything when i was in Singapore or in Hong Kong. in short, we NEVER talked. but when she saw me on that evening, she actually wanted to give me a hug. duhz. i was shocked. i saw another closer colleague and was walking towards her when TLI suddenly gave me a hug. so embarrassing. and i was thinking of planning a trip to Phuket with some of my colleagues and i asked her along because AL wanted to. i mean usually, she would never turn up at any of our partying or stuffs and so i thought she's not going. but lo and behold, she's actually going and im a little turn-off. i really dont like hanging out with her and AL told me to be nice to her and not ignore her. i was a little pissed off. i told AL " im on a holiday and i still have to please her? then i rather not go. anyway i wont be nasty to her but if i have nothing to talk to her, i will not talk to her. am not ignoring her but just that i have nothing to say to her " i am seriously thinking about not going for the holidays now. anyway supposed to have another girl friend to join but she cant as she has family commitment. super super super sianz. and when we were discussing about the rooms, TLI was like " babe, im sharing the room with you right? " WTH. use backside think also know it's a redundant question. i told her " no, you're sharing with AL " hahahaha and she said im mean. come on, which part of my sentence was mean? then she said she had to show her bare face to another guy and cannot bounce around in her boxers. i replied " your bare face cannot be seen? i guess as much. you can still bounce around in boxers. i dont care. if you care, get another room yourself? " and she didtn reply. bet she complained to AL that i was mean again. sigh. maybe i should just told them to cancel this trip as i really dont feel like going with people whom i dont really care about. sigh. sometimes, i hate myself for being so easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5477583816085179738?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5477583816085179738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5477583816085179738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5477583816085179738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5089148239816982283</id><published>2009-01-18T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:55:53.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to Singapore last weekend for a good friend's wedding. DIDNT regret it a bit. in fact i had a very very very very fun weekend. amazing weekend i must say. I had fun partying with my peeps. i had fun hanging out with my family. i had fun eating local food. i had fun at the wedding. basically, one word to describe last weekend: FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARMIN VAN BURRN was in Zouk!! and i truly enjoyed myself when he spun at zoukout in 2007 and so i couldnt bear to miss him this time. and to think that i was in SG and he was in SG. it's all fated! i swear that i didnt know he is going to be in SG when i booked my tickets back to SG. so i think, we're fated. i was soooo closed to going right up to him to tell him to marry me. seriously. so close. but friend stopped me. argh. but i managed to get some snaps of my favorite dj:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMUWicgeCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/h-xAT9AXZTQ/s1600-h/IMG00027-20090110-0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292596364526516258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMUWicgeCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/h-xAT9AXZTQ/s320/IMG00027-20090110-0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very blurred and with hands. but hey, it's not that easy to get near him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMUwcY_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4d59UekXM1E/s1600-h/IMG00037-20090110-0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292596809577782674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMUwcY_3ZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4d59UekXM1E/s320/IMG00037-20090110-0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt he soooo cute? i really can picture a married life with him. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i partied till like 3 am and had to wake up by 7am to be at my friend's house at 8am. amazingly, i did it. okok , i was 5 mins late. haha but hey, i think it was a pretty neat job to be up and about. anyway it was a very very sweet and simple wedding. my friend loooooooooook amazingly gorgeous. she was sooo gorgeous that i am starting to get worried. WHAT IF I CANNOT LOOK AS GOOD AS HER ON MY WEDDING DAY? anyway it's too early to worry about this. i should worry about getting a boyfriend first. hee hee. anyway, i didnt have to do much during the church wedding ( thank god ) but am the emcee ( for the first time ) for the evening. so after the church wedding, i rushed home to take a short nap so that i do not make any blunders in the evening. i was really really nervous as the emcee as i've never done such a job before. but luckily, me and my co-emcee managed to pull it off. hee hee. thank god again. i even sing for my friend. we made a special montage for her and i proposed singing for her and so i sang. HAHAHA i think i sucks but hey, the bride and her family thinks i rock. that's enough. i am not in the running for Singapore Idol anyway. maybe i should. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMW7-sXP1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ArNCX8q_R9A/s1600-h/S5032031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292599206787628882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMW7-sXP1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/ArNCX8q_R9A/s320/S5032031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a very badly-taken picture of me and my co-host. haha the photographer sucks. HAHAHAHA. but then again, my camera sucks too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after the wedding, i continued partying at butter factory. HAHA. arent i amazing? actually, i really feel like going back to sleep BUT... 2 of my friends spotted a girl at the wedding and i kinda know her. and so being a nice and steady friend, i decided to go Butter Factory so that i can be their "mei po" hahaha. honestly speaking, i do not really think the girl is pretty and to be honest, i dont even know what she is working as right now and i dont even have her number. HAHA i dont even like her to start with. but for my 2 guy friends, i did what i was told to do. invite her to Butter and she actually agree. HAHAHA. anyway nothing much happen. will have to see how things progress. but to be honest, i am not very keen to know either. i would rather spend that time worrying about my own future. but the guy who took the same cab with her (because they live in the same area) is such a big disappointment. i thought he would be gentleman enough to send her home but that idiot, dropped himself off in bedok off and let her continue her journey back to pasir ris. ARGH. what an idiot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then before i knew it, i have to take the flight back to hong kong. sighz. i really didnt want to be back in HK but guess what? am flying back to SG again. haha for CHINESE NEW YEAR! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-5089148239816982283?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/5089148239816982283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5089148239816982283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/5089148239816982283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning-of-fun.html' title='The Meaning of Fun'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SXMUWicgeCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/h-xAT9AXZTQ/s72-c/IMG00027-20090110-0255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1591190061900554820</id><published>2009-01-01T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:22:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the first day of the new year. had an amazing time last night. went to a club called "Azure" in LKF with a group of friends. we talked, ate, drank, danced, watched fireworks and made new friends. it was a very fun night. just hanging out and having fun was good. i miss this sooo much!!! going back to Singapore for a good friend's wedding next weekend. am soooo looking forward to it. also, Armin is going to spin at Zouk next friday, am sooo going to be there with my usual gang of party animals. BUT..cant stay too late as i need to wake up early for the wedding. what an eventful weekend it's going to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking back at 2008, it's quite a happening year. visited Isreal and India. relocated to Hong Kong. went to New York for training. made new friends. resolved issues. had fun. quite a good year i must say. hopefully 2009 would be even better. and it better be. if not i dont know what im going to do. haha! i met people whom i really am glad that i've met but i've also met people whom i rather not meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been having friends over ever since i came back from NY. it was fun and tiring. first friend is the party animal. we went out almost every night to party. fun but tiring. second friend is the shopping animal. we went out everyday to shop, which made me even more broke now. third friend is just dropping by. she's going to japan for holiday with another hong kong friend. but it's good that she's here to spend my new year's eve with me. if not i think i'll sleep though it again. haha! next week am going back to SG. and then it's CNY and am going back to SG again. woohoo! cant wait to go back to SG and see my friends and family!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wells, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1591190061900554820?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1591190061900554820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1591190061900554820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1591190061900554820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-2009.html' title='First Day of 2009'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2297151358433165132</id><published>2008-12-23T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:19:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitching time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay am still suffering from NY withdrawal syndrome haha but the sales in Hong Kong is helping quite a bit. amazingly there are sales EVERYWHERE and it's not like " up to 20% on selected items " but " up to 60% on selected items" Six-farking-ty percent! how can anyone resist not buying at all? RIGHT? however, i havent started on my spree. because am still recovering from my NY spree. hahaha but i got a feeling, a very very strong feeling it's going to start soon. GOD HELP ME TO STOP SPENDING! but hard lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway feel like bitching. although the season of joy, the season of giving, the day that Jesus Christ was born is here, i am still in the bitching mode. maybe because i am going to spend my christmas ALONE. yes. no one has dated me out for Christmas and all my friends are either going back to Singapore or in Singapore. i really wonder how it is like to spend Christmas alone. a friend just called and asked me where i am. i said " home " and he went " wah so early? " haha do i sound sad or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitching Session #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's start with this AU colleague of mine. went to NY togets with her for training. she's basically a very angry woman. whatever the trainer said, she will have some comments to made. such as " yesh, my clients cannot do this and do that " or " yes, this is very bad for my clients and they are always coming to me for this and that " or yesh, when can we have this or have that? " to make it worse, the AU accent is rather annoying and somehow, it got on my nerves a little, but not enough for me to hate her. BUT, there's this one incident which i totally do not understand her at all. basically one morning, we decide to have bagels for breakfast. me and another colleague thought that they are meeting at the office and going togets. however, it seems that the rest just went straight to the bagels place from hotel. and so LBN offered to buy back bagels for both of us. so when they are back, i happily walked over to get my bagels. another colleague pointed to a desk and said " go take one over there " the moment she said this, before i even move my leg hair, this AU colleague started ranting " Nooooooooooo, those are for the implementation team, i bought for them. yours is with another person. am very sure yours is with him. those you cannot take " and then another said " but there's a lot, just take one " and before i even move my leg hair again, AU colleague went " NOOOOOOOOOOO, im very sure yours is with the other guy, those arent for you" and i was like "okay, chill, i wont take". and so we went to the training room without a bagel for myself. then in the meeting room, another colleaugue offered me half of her bagel and this AU colleague went " NOOOOOOOO, yours is really coming." and the colleague went " never mind, we'll share." and AU colleague went " NOOOOOOOoooooOOOOO" omg! what is her farking problem? first she stopped me from taking one bagel from a bag of 30s and now she's stopping me from sharing bagel? mad woman. and then the man who supposedly have my bagel walked in WITHOUT my bagel and she didnt even say anything. RETARDED! think she wants to attract the implementation guys' attention. no idea why. those guys are either married or ugly. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitching Session #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is more mild. this HK colleague of mine is on very good terms with my boss. they are very close and so during classses in NY, they will start with flirt with each other. haha to me, it's pretty alright as im getting used to it. seriously. but to the others, i can see eyes rolling. HAHAHA and then after which, KR colleague will complain to me and i think the AU colleague also buay tahan. HAHAHA im speechless. i dont know what to say. KR colleague asked " how can you tolerate her?" and i said " im used to it already" then on the other hand, HK colleague was bitching to me about how arrogant KR colleague is. im like some information center. everyone comes to me to complain and comment. all i did was like " aiyah! " seriously i have no idea what to say. but anyhow, i think both have some truth in them as these are my personal thoughts as well. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitching Session #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this guy is an old friend cum ex colleague. he's FARKING annoying. he is always in some relationship trouble and he will always come to me for "advice". however he's always so dramatic. this time, he seems to have pissed his ex-gf off by hanging out with his ex-ex-gf. i cannot even remember the details as i m too lazy to remember. every other day, he would call to tell me he's waiting for his ex-gf, doing this for his ex-gf, want to do this for his ex-gf and all the whatever. i told him " YOU'RE SO DRAMATIC. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU. PLEASE GROW UP AND GET A LIFE ". seriously, he's not a young lad and he has NO JOB and all he can think about is getting his ex-gf back. FOR FARK??!!!! i mean i really dont know if i can believe him totally but i gave him the benefit of doubt. but am quite a biatch as well. everytime he called, i would go " sorry, on the line " or " sorry am out with friends " or "sorry i was sleeping " hahah im 200% bitch! but i really cannot tolerate such guys ALL THE TIME. i feel so annoyed and pestered by him. seriously. so i told him " stop asking me. i dont know what to say already. get a life " sigh. but i think he still wants to tell me. do i really look like a information database? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bitching Session #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another HK colleague of mine pissed me off when i was in NY. when he was in NY for training, i am like his PA. i made calls to his clients, made appointments for him and updated his calendar, do all the shit jobs while he gets all the contracts. but i did it willingly as he's away in NY for training and so i did it. however, when i was in NY, some issues with Standard Chartered Bank came along. it was a legacy problem and i was handling it because this colleague was away previously and i was supposedly covering his arse when i just joined the team and so it's my issue now. BLARDY HELL. the least that he could do is try to help right? guess what he said? he said " i am not copied in any emails. so i am going to close both eyes and let hannah handle " WTF. i was super pissed when i read this. i mean seriously, you're the senior here. you were here when the issue occured. and all you can say is to let me handle when im in farking NY and the client is in HK. seriously, i am super pissed and i really do not thikn he deserved my help at all. and now, i really feel that he's treating me like his PA. whenever there's shitty job or jobs that might get him into trouble he would go " can you help me with this? " and whenever there's a client meeting with contracts possibility, he would go " you need my help with this meeting? " seriously, WTF! i am really not compeitive at all and im more than willing to help but he's pissing me off. another incident that happened today. there were some admin work to be done and im concerned about doing it because it would generate a new account number for the clients and i dont want my clients to get confused. so him being more senior, i asked him for his opinions. he told me " i dont know. oh are you doing the linking now? can you link for me as well? i'll forward to you " farking idiot. i am not your farking PA okay? so this time i told him " are you crazy? no you do it yourself. am not going to do for you " then he said " oh, then i just act blur and dont do it as i dont want to create new account number " seriously, he better not push his luck. i am not such a pushover okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have more bitchy stories but i guess i am tired from all these bitching. shall save some for another time. ooh to end this bitching session on an informative way, Forbes' Richest Hollywood couple is Jay-Z and Beyonce! they earned a total of US 162 million this year, 80 from Beyonce and 82 from Jay-Z. AMAZING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2297151358433165132?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2297151358433165132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitching-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2297151358433165132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2297151358433165132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitching-time.html' title='bitching time!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2588229832047524981</id><published>2008-12-14T23:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:59:20.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOOOOOOVE new york!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just came back from NY. landed in Hong Kong on Saturday morning. it's Sunday night now. and guess what? I MISS NEW YORK! i so wanna go back there. it was 2 weeks of sheer bliss. i shopped, i ate, i had fun and of course i worked. the main purpose of my 2 weeks stint in NY is for my basic training. stayed at Westin Times Square, amazing location - near Times Square, near 5th avenue, near Port Authority, basically near EVERYTHING. but Westin is only a so-so hotel. not very impressive. wish i could stay in a better hotel but oh wells, cant complain when it's free accomodation! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i shopped sooo much that i am so broke now. i bought 4 bags ( 1 for mum), 4 pairs of 9-west shoes, 4 tops, 3 sets of pajamas, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 books, 2 pairs of socks, 1 wallet and watch Mary Poppins on Broadway. and all these only cost me USD 1.3K!! and mind you, all of them are branded stuffs. well coach is a brand. 9 west is a brand. levi's is a brand. HAHA. so happy. but feel damaged, financially that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip i didnt do much sight-seeing as i have done the NYSE, ground zero, bull, empire state building in my last trip in 2007. this time, i can be seen at 5th avenue, SOHO and central park. some nice pictures i've taken: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5th Avenue basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqJubQBaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_pcFJSATS9c/s1600-h/5th+Avenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672484731291042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqJubQBaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_pcFJSATS9c/s320/5th+Avenue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqcJmAAcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wddE9yXFgPg/s1600-h/5th+Avenue_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672801261781442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqcJmAAcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wddE9yXFgPg/s320/5th+Avenue_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqyhbnGNI/AAAAAAAAAew/CDjQVB4kySc/s1600-h/5th+Avenue_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673185617778898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqyhbnGNI/AAAAAAAAAew/CDjQVB4kySc/s320/5th+Avenue_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas Tree at Rockfeller. missed the lighting up of the tree on 12/02. was in princeton that day and caught up with my previous team-mates for dinner and drinks. didnt regret a bit. totally enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrmtalOnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kP6QuEIf0h4/s1600-h/Rockfeller+Christmas+Tree_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674082187885170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrmtalOnI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kP6QuEIf0h4/s320/Rockfeller+Christmas+Tree_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a beautiful christmas at our office at lexington too. pretty right? actually our NY office is pretty amazing. didnt take any pictures as i was shy and afraid that the security guards will haul me out of the office. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrgYdScxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ovZaDXCI8C4/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+at+Lexington_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673973482877714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrgYdScxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ovZaDXCI8C4/s320/Christmas+Tree+at+Lexington_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why but Central Park is simply such a nice park that i wish i have one full day to spend in that park but i didnt and only went to part of the park which i have already fallen in love with. the trees, the partly frozen lake, the squirrels, the ducks, EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrV5qlSfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/sxk-2pnc114/s1600-h/Central+Park_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673793418447346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrV5qlSfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/sxk-2pnc114/s320/Central+Park_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrM5GWVWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1PbjizXy8YU/s1600-h/Central+Park_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673638647649634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrM5GWVWI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1PbjizXy8YU/s320/Central+Park_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrISvmbLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DhlvPvZyttw/s1600-h/Central+Park+_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673559632211122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUrISvmbLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/DhlvPvZyttw/s320/Central+Park+_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have the chance to go to the lower east side because a very nice colleague invited me to his bar crawl party. basically, in NY, the bars and clubs and lounges are located all over the city. so one of the activities for them is to go from 1 bar to another. from midtown to downtown. amazing. totally enjoyed myself. taught them how to play the asian beer games like 5-10 and 7-up. hillarious. they couldnt understand what im trying to say. too drunk to learn. we were at the 7th bar for the night already. unfortunately, none of these places look like any of the bars that i see in SATC. ooh talking about SATC, i did visit a restaurant which was featured in SATC Season 5 Episode 4, i think. it's the Tao Restaurant. food was pretty good but it's pretty expensive but totally worth it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on a more cultured level, i actually visited 2 musuems - Metropolitan Musuem of Art (MET) and Museum of Modern Art (MoMA). i am soooo glad that i did this. this is the first time i actually visited a museum. honestly speaking, have never stepped into a museum in singapore. one thing that i can take back from these 2 visits, i am in love with Claude Monet. according to wikipedia, Claude Monet was a founder of French impressionist painting, and the most consistent and prolific practitioner of the movement's philosophy of expressing one's perceptions before nature. okay i have no idea what is wikipedia trying to tell me but most of the pictures that i've fallen in love with are Claude Monet's. Let me show you some:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxrBYYHGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KtpJVfXPZfI/s1600-h/MET_Claude+Monet_Vetheuil+in+Summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279680753336589410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxrBYYHGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KtpJVfXPZfI/s320/MET_Claude+Monet_Vetheuil+in+Summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxgndGDdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wk4LoXbzbWc/s1600-h/MET_Claude+Monet_Morning+on+the+Seine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279680574578363858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxgndGDdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wk4LoXbzbWc/s320/MET_Claude+Monet_Morning+on+the+Seine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxXJAOePI/AAAAAAAAAfg/j84HJxohRsg/s1600-h/MET_Claude+Monet_Ice+Floes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279680411785394418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUxXJAOePI/AAAAAAAAAfg/j84HJxohRsg/s320/MET_Claude+Monet_Ice+Floes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arent they beautiful??? especially the last one. i was sooo mesmerized by it that i stood by it for like 5 mins. pretending to understand the stroke and techniques, which i totally dont but i simply love this painting. it's called Ice Floes. and i've also "made friends" with Pablo Picasso, Van Gogh, Dali and many otheres but Claude Monet is my man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmm, although the main stint of this trip is for work purposes but i havent mentioned anything about work. think i shall leave the "juicy" gossip till my next entry. i just want to say I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE NEW YORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2588229832047524981?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2588229832047524981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-loooooove-new-york.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2588229832047524981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2588229832047524981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-loooooove-new-york.html' title='i LOOOOOOVE new york!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SUUqJubQBaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_pcFJSATS9c/s72-c/5th+Avenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4210669735663861584</id><published>2008-11-29T01:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:53:33.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humble and Cozy Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, have finally found and moved into a place where i can call "my home" in Hong Kong. this moving house thingy has taught me that it's very expensive and very tough to move house. previously, living with my parents, my mum will take care of everything and i just got to move my ass. haha now, i know the amount of money and trouble my mum has to go through to move house. but luckily, my mum loves me enough to spend 2 weeks in Hong Kong, mainly to help me to settle down in my new home. hee hee i basically only need to pack my clothes and stuffs into the cupboards while my mum ensures that my toilet, kitchen and the rest of the home is in "working condition". and the end result, a comfortable and nice home. as the saying goes, " pictures paints a thousand words " and so here are the pictures of my humble home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAt7IRlqYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oHv-Psmnpio/s1600-h/S5031848.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273765657507637634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAt7IRlqYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oHv-Psmnpio/s320/S5031848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the kitchen. dont think that i've cut off the kitchen. this is how "big" my kitchen is. hee hee but enough as i dont really cook lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAt3N0KcaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OM4OOFTWCxY/s1600-h/S5031846.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273765590275355042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAt3N0KcaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OM4OOFTWCxY/s320/S5031846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sofa bed next to the kitchen. this is the extra bed which i can offer to my visitor. my house is sooo "big" that i can only afford to have 1 visitor in my house and it's already quite cramped. hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAtHAGg0mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TMo7xuriock/s1600-h/S5031844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273764761960501858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAtHAGg0mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/TMo7xuriock/s320/S5031844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shoe cabinet. honestly speaking, my shoes are wayyyyy too many for this tiny cupboard. so my mum, having good foresight, has shipped over a shoe rack and have placed it next to this cabinet so taht it can hold all my shoes. and i need to stop buying as there's no more space. haha. didnt take a picture of that as it's not exactly pretty but you can catch a glimpse of this in the picture. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAtCec16fI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xr0ZeZRaO4U/s1600-h/S5031843.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273764684207876594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAtCec16fI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xr0ZeZRaO4U/s320/S5031843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the divider. not sure if you can call this that. basically it's just cupboards and storage space that is placed next to my bed to kinda separate the "bedroom" from the "living room". it's pretty empty for now because i want to keep it empty and nice. hopefully i do not get rubbish and fill these spaces up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAsvPtKtpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/snwNrpKC968/s1600-h/S5031842.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273764353832302226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAsvPtKtpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/snwNrpKC968/s320/S5031842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv. isnt the tv big and nice? haha one of the reason why i love this apartment is the tv that it has. just nice and i can just lie on my bed and watch tv and fall asleep. haha but of course that is bad as it waste electricity and all the what-nots. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAsgU-4DvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/o_FZ-xqImyQ/s1600-h/S5031841.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273764097550716658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAsgU-4DvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/o_FZ-xqImyQ/s320/S5031841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bed. yes this is my bed. basically the houseowner has built a platform to houes the bed and cupboards. it's a very good idea as there are plenty of storage space under my mattress. it's not solid wooden platform but hidden space. so if i have a lot of stuffs, i can actually hide them inside. very good idea. will use that for my OWN home in the future!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alrightly, this is the humble home that i am living in now. think i will be quite comfortable here and should be happy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4210669735663861584?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4210669735663861584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-humble-and-cozy-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4210669735663861584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4210669735663861584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-humble-and-cozy-home.html' title='My Humble and Cozy Home'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/STAt7IRlqYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oHv-Psmnpio/s72-c/S5031848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-3940640646125625462</id><published>2008-11-12T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:19:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last week at happy valley *sad*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is my last week in my service apartment. time really flies, this is my 3rd week in Hong Kong and I have found my place, got my mobile, and more or less know how to get around in Central. i am going to miss this home because it's rather big and happy valley is a good environment. my new home will be in kennedy town and it's much smaller than what im staying now. anyway, it's hope it's cozy and nice, actually i think it is, if not i wouldnt have rented it. HAHA okay im talking rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway the weather has turned cold. shioks! these few days, the temperature ranges from 17 degrees celcius to 24 degrees celsius. it's soooo shioks and the sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear. i wish i was at the beach, suntanning but i have to work. okay, maybe a little too chilly for me to do that. but anyhow, it's good weather! but i am sooo not prepared. when i first arrived, it's still hot and humid and so my clothes are lightweight and thin. but now, these clothes doesnt seem to work anymore and so i went out to buy jackets. take a look:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SRrby3Uz2vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AnxFbY27hGE/s1600-h/jacket1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267764381054393074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SRrby3Uz2vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AnxFbY27hGE/s320/jacket1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SRrcvHogHrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MtEZI1aamRs/s1600-h/jacket2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267765416224104114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SRrcvHogHrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/MtEZI1aamRs/s320/jacket2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not bad right? quite happy with my buys. these are from H&amp;amp;M and they are not expensive. the first one cost around SGD 75 and the second one cost around SGD120. for a jacket, i think it's pretty alright. went to zara and mango, SOOOOOO expensive! anyway need to save money as i am going to NY next month for training and im soooo sure im going to spend another fortune there!! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh a friend just visited me over the weekend. shioks! it's nice to have someone to hang out with over the weekend. we went shopping, cutting hair, eating, partying. just like old times, except that currency is different and places are LKF instead of Butter Factory. tomorrow my mum and brother will be arriving. have 2 more friends visiting me in December! shioks! plus my mum and brother will be arriving tomorrow! cant wait to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-3940640646125625462?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/3940640646125625462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-last-week-at-happy-valley-sad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3940640646125625462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/3940640646125625462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-last-week-at-happy-valley-sad.html' title='my last week at happy valley *sad*'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SRrby3Uz2vI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AnxFbY27hGE/s72-c/jacket1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-471377525892685369</id><published>2008-11-01T02:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:59:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am NEVER EVER going to celebrate Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just got home, pissed and angry. very pissed and angry. farking pissed and angry. just wasted HKD 500 for NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING. all i got was a glass of green tea, 20 pieces of potato chips, lost my heels for my shoes and anger! HKD 500 for all these worthless and valueless items. *ARGH* am soooo pissed and angry that i cant sleep!! *SCREAMS* this is what happen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10/31/08 was halloween night. apparently it's a BIG thing in HK. people are getting costumes and all ready to party till dawn. i was invited to a private party and to a memebers-only club. was really excited as this is the first time im kinda dressing up ( got a wand and halo hairband) for a halloween party. so was really excited to attend the private party. i was expecting to see a decorated penthouse, with music and food. but when i arrived, it's just strangers, with NO food and NO drinks. NOTHING. just messy rooms with shoes, clothes, empty cups, dirty plates ALL OVER THE PLACE. sooooooo pisssed and sooooooo bored. i was really really disappointed and because i have paid HKD 250 for this, i went around lokoing for food and drinks. NOTHING. only managed to find potato chips and green tea. sianz 1/2 loh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then the organizers said that we should start going to the club as there is heavy traffic (human and cars) in Lan Kwai Fong (LKF) area. So a group of us took the MTR ( which is like our MRT) from Causeway Bay to Central. when we reached central, they have closed the exit to LKF and made us walked around and around to get to LKF. but the problem is, the club is not even in LKF, it's on hollywood road. but becuase the traffic is controlled, we have to squeezed with the crowd and walked many extra miles just to get to LKF. i was already very pissed off and was sweating because the weather was horrible. I told my friend " hey, i think i am going home " but she said " but you paid already. at least go in and have a look at the club lah " then i was like " okay find, for the sake of my money " so we walked and walked and walked and walked. mind you, it's not flat terrian, it's UPHILL, yes UPHILL. so by the time i reached the club, im like 9/10 sianz and pissed already. accordingly to the organizers, we're on the guest list and should be able to get in. also i've paid HKD 150 for this. BUT when we were at the reception, we were told taht we have to paid HKD 200 more because we arrived after 1am. WHAT THE FARK IS THIS RUBBISH???? and then the UGLY and FAT BOUNCER chased out of the club's reception area and refused to let us in. however, i saw that he has been letting in hodes and hodes and hodes of ang mohs. what the fark!!! just becuase we're asians? such an idiot. i hope he rot in hell. yes im mean but i really hope that he will die a painful death adn rote in hell. he doest not deserve to live at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, this is wayyyyyyy to much for me. so i told my friends " guys, im heading home. this is too farked up " and i jsut walked off. walked a bit more and thank God, a cab came by. hop into the cab and then my friend called and tell me " hey, we're in. " and i go " so? am in a cab too. enjoy! " soooooooooooooo angry with all the farked up arrangement. i am NEVER, EVER going to attend and pay for any more event organzied by this organizers. seriously, im wondering if her bills are really that high that she has to collect so much money from us. the other time, we went clubbing togets. she told us it's HKD 250 each. so we paid. and then on the next day, she suddenly mentioned that it's HKD 350. WTF. biatch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEVER am i going to attend any events organized by her. NEVER am i going to accept any invitations from her. NEVER is she going to get a single cent from me again. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!!!!!! my peeps in Singapore told me that they are going to butter factory to party. i bet they are having a good time and i bet if i were there, i would have a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-471377525892685369?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/471377525892685369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-never-ever-going-to-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/471377525892685369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/471377525892685369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-never-ever-going-to-celebrate.html' title='Am NEVER EVER going to celebrate Halloween!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-2166878857534496577</id><published>2008-10-27T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:07:29.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week #1 in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one week has passed and im still safe and sound in Hong Kong. i wont say my week went by without any hiccups or happenings but it's pretty okay as well. nothing very very drastic happen but still it's quite an eventful week here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on tuesday, i was soooo sad. i almost wanted to go home. haha basically, on this day, there is an announcement that my new team will be spilt into 2 and i have to report to a new boss. i have nothing against the new boss but well, i kinda like my old boss. and with this split, there are more people joining us and it's kinda like back to square 1 for my current team. but anyhow, we will get by. was really shocked initially, followed by sad and unsettled and now, im pretty okay. accepting the fact that things have changed. oh well, cliche saying goes: change is the only constant. anyway, im pretty open to this new manager and hopefully, the new team can create sparks and all. ai zhai ai zhai. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and on tuesday, i was feeling sooo pathetic. basically, i went to a mobile shop near my office to get a line. and when i reached there at 720pm, it has closed. darn. so the gung-ho me decided to take a train to the Causeway Bay and try to locate a simliar shop. and so that's what i did but it's not soo simple. i asked around and walked and walked, aimlessly, without knowing where i was and where i was going. the only aim is to looking for the mobile shop and thank God, i found it. so i got my line. then i asked around where is Wan Chai Road as i need to take a bus back and i followed some isntructions and walked and walked and walked. Aimlessly again. i've walked past 5 macdonalds and several bus-stops but i still did not find my bus. so wanted to call someone to ask BUT i dont have any numbers on my mobile. how sad is that? so i walked and walked and finally, took a cab home, only to realize the next day that i am just 1 metre away from the bus-stop that has my bus. ARGH. anyhow, i told my colleagues the next day and one of them was soooo sweet. he told me " oh man, call me. come give me your mobile. " hee hee. if he's not married, i would have marry him RIGHT AWAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other than that, i was busy with house-hunting. sooo difficult and so tiring. HK is sooo hilly and i have to walked up and down, up and down. but thank God, my agent is really good. she's very nice and sweet and has shown me many many apartments. some of them are pretty alright, some are small, old and dirty. the bigger and nicer ones are beyond my budget BUT im in a good position for bargains as the market is really bad. hee hee. thus far, have viewed 24 apartments and i have fallen in love with some. anyway i think i am more or less decided on which apartment to rent but i need my agent to negotiate for a cheaper price. hee hee. remember i have the bargaining power now. hehe! am pretty excited about getting my own house though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh there was a farewell party for a manager on friday. so i went because (1) FREE booze, (2) FREE food ( but only finger food, (3) networking (sigh). it was pretty alright. i had quite a bit as it's FREE but i was really hungry as there's only finger food. sigh. networked a bit by introducing myself to the sales team and also chit-chatted to some managers. wanted to talk to more girls from my department but they didnt even say " hi " to me. sob sob. i guess they really dont like me. HAHA do i look like i care? not really right? haha this is bad. anyway, it's pretty fun and interesting to see the mangers drunk and dancing crazily. but i still miss partying with my peeps in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh, halloween this friday and i've gotten a party to attend. looking forward to it. darn, need to get a costume. need to spend money again. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-2166878857534496577?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/2166878857534496577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-1-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2166878857534496577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/2166878857534496577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-1-in-hong-kong.html' title='Week #1 in Hong Kong'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-8051881778795296259</id><published>2008-10-20T22:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:52:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my "first day" in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is my first day in Hong Kong as a Hong Kong citizen. was pretty annoying. haha! getting all the things settled and all, so mafan, i want to go home! haha! took my 1-way trip from Singapore to Hong Kong last night and landed in Hong Kong around 1130pm. Luckily i "ordered" limoursine service to ferry me to my service apartment ( 1 month only ) at happy valley. quite shioks, S320 plus happy valley. feels like a rich person. happy valley is very holland village-ish. near town but yet residential. if i have the means, i would definitely want to stay here FOREVER. haha okay, maybe not forever but for as long as im in HK. this is how my "home" looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPya1Wzq7DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UcluZHfoqzA/s1600-h/S5031822.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259248706307943474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPya1Wzq7DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UcluZHfoqzA/s320/S5031822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this is part of the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPyaddIdU3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EX5f4DQABas/s1600-h/S5031821.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259248295688885106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPyaddIdU3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EX5f4DQABas/s320/S5031821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; part of the bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPymmYDhtKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/01Ztku27miA/s1600-h/S5031820.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259261643084379298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPymmYDhtKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/01Ztku27miA/s320/S5031820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this is the bed, quite big right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPynDpcXlhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/l3-ujyw7k8A/s1600-h/S5031823.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259262145968182802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPynDpcXlhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/l3-ujyw7k8A/s320/S5031823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the toilet and the BIG TV. hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have checked online. the cost for renting this current " home" is HKD 24,000 per month which is about SGD 5000 per month. CAN DIE right? if i rent here, i have to work as their chamber maids loh. hahaha. so too bad, i cannot continue staying here. got to enjoy myself now as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opened my bank account with DBS HK today. soooo dumb. DBS HK and DBS SG are not "related" at all. dont understand. arent they under the same family called DBS. why they cannot check my SG account or whatsoever and kept asking me for HK whatever. sighz. but finally managed to open an account. then wanted to get a HK mobile line. BUT, because my HK ID is not ready yet, i have to pay a HKD 3000 refundable deposit. MAD! so i told the guy, " i'll come back tomorrow with my HK ID " and he said " sure " hahaha. waste of my time. then i went to the local supermart to get some food such as bread and instant noodles. supposed to last me through the weekend or whatever loh. hopefully lah. quite fun actualy to do grocery shopping. heh heh. maybe one day i will bump into my ONE TRUE LOVE, just like the movies. maybe. one fine day. maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alrighty, need to be realistic and find my own apartment. please, let me get a CHEAP and HUGE one. CONVENIENT, FULLY-FURNISHED. haha am i asking too much? oh well, one never knows. seriously. really. *yawnz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-8051881778795296259?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/8051881778795296259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-day-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8051881778795296259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/8051881778795296259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='my &quot;first day&quot; in Hong Kong'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2OwbWi2XJs8/SPya1Wzq7DI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UcluZHfoqzA/s72-c/S5031822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-1310842536062685712</id><published>2008-10-16T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:56:26.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 boxes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the movers came to my house today to move my stuffs. it's rather amazing. i have 17 boxes to be shipped over. haha dont ask me what did i bring. honestly speaking, only my clothes, shoes and bags! 4 boxes of clothes, 2 boxes of shoes and 2 boxes of bags. the rest, i really have no idea. guess it's all the daily necesities which my mum bought for me while everyone else says i can get them in Hong Kong. haha i guess my mum is just worried that i wouldnt know where to get those stuffs. but oh wells, i agree with her! hahaha anyway she's coming over in November to help me to unpack and settle in. hee hee. feeling sooo loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i am living out of my suitcases. haha! and my room seems soo empty now. i also shifted my room's furniture to give my room a new look. or rather, my brother prefers to call it his room! he kept asking me to remove all my "names" from the room but i told him " NO WAY! " i think i am so childish for my age ya, fighting with a 16-year-old kid over a room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on another note, i realized that i do miss my piano kids. hee hee the other day i just bought macdonalds for 3 of them as they asked me for children's day presents. and they were so happy to see me ( although i think it's more because of macdonalds than myself but i dont care ). they even smsed me to tell me that they will miss me and will keep in touch with me via emails and ask me to teach them again when i'm back from Hong Kong. 2 more mothers told me to contact them so that i can teach their kids again. hee hee guess im a GOOD TEACHER ya? actually i also miss the extra income. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, i realized, ever since my relocation has been officialized, i have been having farewell parties, dinners and lunches with the same people. haha! been partying almost every week with the same group of peeps and also having lunches and dinners with people all over again. i told everyone that i wanted to take pictures with them so that i can stick them all over my wall in HK but i also forgot and in the end, i realized i didnt take any pictures. too busy chatting and yakking away that i forgot my mission. oh well, doenst really matter, im coming back in 3 months' time. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmm been surfing the web for autumn/winter fashion. HAHA! trying to get some inspiration so that i can go HK and purchase fashionable but cheap stuffs from Mongkok! looking forward to wearing my boots again!! yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okok i think am just bored and blabbering rubbish. 17 boxes. will have a hard time unpacking man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-1310842536062685712?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/1310842536062685712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/17-boxes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1310842536062685712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/1310842536062685712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/17-boxes.html' title='17 boxes!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-7431008413816714330</id><published>2008-10-10T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:34:13.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a week since i have come back from Hong Kong. there are some thoughts running throught my head and all but somehow but yet they dont seems to exist at all. it's like as much as i am looking forward to my new life in Hong Kong, i am missing my usual life in Singapore. as much as i would love the independence and exposure and experience Hong Kong can give me, i am missing my family, friends and everything here already when i am still physically in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is really weird. because all along, i have been yearning to live and work overseas and be totally on my own. and i have always been proud of myself for being able to be alone. but now, it seems that i am not as "strong" as i thought i am. there have been conversation exchanged with my family and friends that have made my eyes brim with tears. especially when the replies that i've gotten are sooooo sincere and thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for example, yesterday i was just jokingly asking my youngest brother: " are you going to miss me? " i was expecting answers like " no lah, i can have my own room now." (we're kinda sharing a room now haha) or " remember to give me money before you go ah ". instead this is what he said: " okay lah, a bit. when you're there, you send me a picture of you every month okay? then i know if you have grown fatter or not. " when i heard this reply, tears just flowed from my eyes and i was telling myself: I DONT WANT TO GO HK ALREADY!! and when my grandma asked me to go to her house so that she can cook dishes that i love to eat, i was really really touched. and when i saw how my mum fussed over the things that she want me to bring over so that i can settle down nicely, i felt soooo much love. and when friends tell me that they will miss me and ask me to meet up for lunch or hang out, i seriously am thinking: how can i leave all these behind just like that????? some friends have also mentioned that they want to send me off on 10/19. i am really not willing to let them come at all because i dont want to cry on that day. i can foresee myself getting all emo and drama when i see my family and friends asking me to take care and etc etc etc. sigh. when did i become so "weak" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, now i realize it's not that easy to just drop whatever you have at home and just unplucked and move. although it may seems easy physically but emotionally, there will be difficulties. but anyhow, i see this as a good oppotunity to learn and grow up and i have promised myself that i will not cry on the day that people send me off. i want them to remember the smiley hannah and not the sobbish hannah. but then again, what if i cannot control? haha aiyah. tough tough tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only 1 week left. i have taken time off to spend more time at home but it seems that im still going out almost every day to meet up with friends. mmm, didnt know im so popular. haha! i guess i am not as lonely as i thought i was. sighz. i really need to control my tears. MUST CONTROL TEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-7431008413816714330?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/7431008413816714330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7431008413816714330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/7431008413816714330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/10/crying.html' title='crying'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4430616340817378705</id><published>2008-09-25T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:00:48.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong - love it or hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well well, this seems like a dream, seriously. everything's happening but yet it doesnt seems to be real. truly yours is relocating to hong kong! yes yes RELOCATING TO HONG KONG! will be working in hong kong for 2 years and in a totally different role and different team - Data Sales. doesnt it sound exciting? truly excited to move and all but yet am scared as well. honestly, to work and live in HK has been my longest dream and funnily it's coming true now! unbelieveable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been in Hong Kong for the past 2 weeks. didnt feel much as am still living in hotel and eating on company's expense. haha! so when people ask me: " so how's hong kong?" i cannot answer them at all. but then my relocation date has been confirmed: 10/20/08 and from that day onwards i will be holding a Hong Kong working visa and citizen card. isnt that exciting?? living on my own, looking for my own apartment, everything within my own budget. but this also means that i cannot spend as much as how im spending now. :( yup, although im relocating, i am not on an expat package. it's a local hire package so financially, it is not making sense at all. but i still agree to this as i really want to expose myself to a different environment and seek different opportunities while im still young!!! agree? amen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, for now, i am hoping that the rental will go down since the market has been going down. i know it's not good to gloat over a financial recession but it would really help me financially. also i need to settle my apartment and also to get myself all settled down. thankfully, i have a few friends here ( locals and singaporeans ) and they are very willing to help me. in fact, my very own colleagues are equally willing too! am feeling so blessed BUT i would love to be blessed with money too! haha! i can imagine myself living here, taking the MTR, public buses, partying at LKF, eating at Cha Chan Ting and etc etc etc. hee hee pretty excited, seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sooo going to miss all my family and friends in Singapore and am pretty sure they will miss me too. haha but no worries everyone, I WILL BE BACK!!! :) oh on another note, i am going to NY for training in December!! how cool is that. hee hee looking forward to that, totally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4430616340817378705?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4430616340817378705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hong-kong-love-it-or-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4430616340817378705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4430616340817378705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hong-kong-love-it-or-hate-it.html' title='hong kong - love it or hate it'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-4039024551425542684</id><published>2008-07-28T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:17:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIONS LIONS LIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take a look at this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried after watching this. sooooo touching. i mean seriously, if given a chance, i would looooove to have a lion!!! i simply loooove lions. i have no idea why but i really think they are really really cute! so cute that i once had a dream that i had 2 lions as pets and they were so cute in my dream. till now, i still remember the dreams very vividly and the 2 lions. Mrs Mun asked me to adopt a lion from the zoo BUT i dont want to see my lion from afar, i want to be able to touch him, play with him, feed him, bathe him and all. do you think it's possible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10109761-4039024551425542684?l=hanwxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/feeds/4039024551425542684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lions-lions-lions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4039024551425542684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10109761/posts/default/4039024551425542684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lions-lions-lions.html' title='LIONS LIONS LIONS!!!'/><author><name>HANNAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289381461955241393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10109761.post-5978597918937207711</id><published>2008-07-11T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T1
