<?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-9361737</id><updated>2011-09-27T05:35:02.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Memories*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113982603862098341</id><published>2006-02-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:20:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew</title><content type='html'>Here comes lazy-bel! it's been quite some time since i last blogged. well can't help it. too lazy! and of course too busy with everything else here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams..stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have a test. thurs i have quizzes and next week tues i have yet another quiz.. and of course the following monday, i ahve my mid-sem for one of my subs. besides that, whew, got assignment to pass up. what else can bother me? loads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lost it, but she's not saying a word. that's what i thought. i tried talking to her but she basically ignored me. what did i do wrong? everyone else talks to her and she is perfectly fine with everyone else. then after classes, right, someone else is also not talking much to me. gosh, jeez, what did i do wrong? am i wrong for being concern about my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely...i seriously feel alone. i have basically no one but myself. even though i am surrounded by people, but truth is, who actually are my real friends? i would question myself again. yes, this might be a sensitive issue but it's burried deep inside. i can't hide it long though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress stress.... can i just leave here??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113982603862098341?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113982603862098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113982603862098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2006/02/whew.html' title='Whew'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113445297457398405</id><published>2005-12-13T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T13:49:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas xmas..what's better than tis celebrated occassion?</title><content type='html'>Hey, yeah, it's ben quite a while since i blogged. well, can't really help it. no computer for me to use. and i'm still using janice's laptop to blog and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well been a hectic week. been sleeping late for the past few days cause i was busy catching up with my calculus. i still have no idea why am i still doin this but i feel so tough doin engineering. seriously peepz, don't encourage your kids to do it. hopefully i could go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lfe's been pretty boring. nothing much to blog about. so next time yaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113445297457398405?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113445297457398405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113445297457398405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-xmaswhats-better-than-tis.html' title='Xmas xmas..what&apos;s better than tis celebrated occassion?'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113264199777086795</id><published>2005-11-22T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:06:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesh, one more month till x-mas</title><content type='html'>yeah, 24 more days till christmas, the best season of the year. i have no idea why but i have always liked christmas. ever since young. maybe it's because all the decorations and lightings. plus all the christmas carols which touches my heart practically every single song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, 24 more days till christmas but 14 more days till my finals. it's ok, i strongly believe after finals,whew, one burden gone. still got another. dressing my sister up for her wedding. and also dressing myself up! hehe ;-) i still haven't get a dress though i've been hopping everywhere to look for one. yeah, i've seen a few here and there but mommy's not around to buy for me! haiz, gotta wait till they come down when they pick my sister up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals finals. guess i have nothing much to say. been very very busy, actually not very but kinda off. especially with stupid cis assignment due every week. at last, this week i have a rest. i thought so. but today, after attending my calculus class, tada, i have another calculus assignment. and we're suppose to do it alone. darn, i'm not too sure if i know how to do. hopefully i could do well in calculus this sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113264199777086795?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113264199777086795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113264199777086795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesh-one-more-month-till-x-mas.html' title='yesh, one more month till x-mas'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113203502966878880</id><published>2005-11-15T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:10:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall To Pieces</title><content type='html'>I dun wanna fall to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna sit and stare at you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to this tune  from Avril Lavigne, damn cool song. I have no idea why but this song has been in my head for the past few weeks. I had been thinking a lot lately and a lot of articles made me realise a lot of stuff, damn a lot of stuff. Well, without Carina around here,things are less active I should say. can't blame cuzwe're both hostelites and we always hang out with each other a lot. But not that much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously miss those Ausmat times when everyone was still around. We had so much fun (or should I say too much fun). But those were seriously sweet memories. Man, I want those days again!! Looking back at those pictures, yeah, we were really fun. Then again, I think of the future, where all of us might leave each other again, seperated from one another again. Sad,I could just sobs with those days around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperado, a song that I'm tuning to now. It is indeed a nice song. Sad sappy songs make peepz ry. Can't help it. I am in the mood now. Crap, it's the moody thing in me again.......betta sign off before I start losing my mind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113203502966878880?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113203502966878880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113203502966878880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-to-pieces.html' title='Fall To Pieces'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113185870287866296</id><published>2005-11-13T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:11:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIme Goes By</title><content type='html'>Time Goes By,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Summer has gone away,&lt;br /&gt;And another winter day,&lt;br /&gt;Has come and go away,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here,&lt;br /&gt;And you're not here with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the hell was that but I was just tryin to be, tryin to act like a poet (which I am not!) You know, sometimes, you just wanna express yourself a lil and you'll try to do nonsense like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, been back to KL here a week now and things so far I assume are goin on pretty good. I had a Mid-Sem Calculus paper on Monday, which I think I really do well in it. I tried finishing the paper though, but I'm pretty sure I made a lot of careless mistakes here and there cause I am indeed a very careless person. I did study for the paper, it's just that at that particular moment, I think everything went blank. Just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I am not the only one with the hair cut. SC got a hair cut, which is pretty funny, I call it the chicken-mohawk wannabe hair cut. Besides, he's the Jumanji Boy. It's seriously funny when he does it with the sound effect. A very interesting fella, I should say. Wm got his hair cut, in Hong Kong. And frankly speaking, it's horrible. I mean it looks bad. Truth is. Well, did manage to talk to him. He looked as though he was avoiding me though. Which actually I didn't bother much at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something struck me last night. Well, before I go ahead, I shall elaborate what happened yesterday, which was actually a really fun day! Ian invited us to his house to Raya Open House. So, as I was telling Ian, if J is goin, then count me in cause I can rely on J to fetch me to his place. More and more peaple just added in. In the end, it was me, J, Ca, HM, Vky, and Tat. 6 of us in a wira, not bad huh? We arrived there and of course, Ca and I look really lost cause we basically only knows those people who we went with and of course, the host himself. And we met Ian's bro, Allen. Not bad looking though and a really funny guy, I should say. Then, we met this guy name Adel, that's what he introduced himself as. He seriously reminded me of Jeremy (if you're reading this Jay, yeah, he does reminds me of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was pretty boring, I should say, cause I was stoning with the food there. (The food was excellent, marvellous) Then we were thinking of goin to a bar or club for a drink (well, this was actually planned of Thurs after we watch Emily Rose). Then we headed off to Q-Bar. There was me, Ca, Ja, HM, Vky, Tat and Adel. We were really really drinking our way through. Well, Tat was actually tryin to get me drunk cause at the party, AF was saying that it is indeed hard to get me drunk. In the end, HM was the drunken master and he started dancing to the music. Pretty funny and scary at the same time. We took a lot of picture (which I will post it up later on) and some parts here and there was scary. But seriously we had a lot of fun! Funny thing is I do not know Adel not till last night and we act as though we were friends forever. You get what I mean. But he's a pretty interesting guy, again, I should say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a night to remember. It's like a farewell to Tat and Vky cause they'll be leaving after this semester. And also, I do call it a so-call birthday celebration for Ca, since she's goin back hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my topic at first. I realised a few things last night during the clubbing part. I mean yes indeed I do like J's bunch of monkeys and compared to my bunch of monkeys, J's bunch is was much nicer. But frankly speaking, actually, Wi is not bad. It's just that there are somethings we do not agree and stuff and he's acting as though he just wanna enjoy life to the fullest and not bother about anything else, which I do not like that. I did send him an sms last night, pretend to be cool and ask how's life and stuff. And I told him like it's been quite sometime since I really really talked to him and stuff. Damn, he put the blame on me. He said that it was me who turned him away, not him turning away from me. In a way is true. And he told me he was thinking a lot lately and there are some stuffs that he got too emotional in. Well, I believe that would happen cause he is indeed a pretty emotional boy. Just hope that things after this will be better. Hope that this silence moment between us made him realise what was his mistakes and he grow up a lil after this incident? I don't know man. Just keep the fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, blogging once a week is not too good, nor bad. Good part is I will write a lot, really a lot. Bad part is, is a bit too much to pour out actually. Anywayz, gtg now. CHIOZ!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113185870287866296?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113185870287866296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113185870287866296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-goes-by.html' title='TIme Goes By'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-113060914116011925</id><published>2005-10-30T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:05:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of Rottweiler, here come Dalmation -----&gt; Labrador -----&gt; and now, Dashund??</title><content type='html'>What you gon' do with all that junk?&lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside your trunk?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump.&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive these brothers crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I do it on the daily,&lt;br /&gt;They treat me really nicely,&lt;br /&gt;They buy me all these ice-ys.&lt;br /&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana,&lt;br /&gt;Fendi and then Donna&lt;br /&gt;Karan, they be sharin'&lt;br /&gt;All their money got me wearin'&lt;br /&gt;Fly gearrr but I ain't askin,&lt;br /&gt;They say they love my ass 'n,&lt;br /&gt;Seven Jeans, True Religion's,&lt;br /&gt;I say no, but they keep givin'&lt;br /&gt;So I keep on takin'&lt;br /&gt;And no I ain't taken&lt;br /&gt;We can keep on datin'&lt;br /&gt;I keep on demonstrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, my love, my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;You love my lady lumps,&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump,&lt;br /&gt;My humps they got u,&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spending.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spendin'.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gon' do with all that junk?&lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside that trunk?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump.&lt;br /&gt;What u gon' do with all that ass?&lt;br /&gt;All that ass inside them jeans?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a make, make, make, make you scream&lt;br /&gt;Make u scream, make you scream.&lt;br /&gt;Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl down at the disco.&lt;br /&gt;She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.&lt;br /&gt;I could be your baby, you can be my honey&lt;br /&gt;Lets spend time not money.&lt;br /&gt;I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,&lt;br /&gt;Milky, milky cocoa,&lt;br /&gt;Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm really sexy,&lt;br /&gt;The boys they wanna sex me.&lt;br /&gt;They always standing next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Always dancing next to me,&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' at my lump, lump.&lt;br /&gt;U can look but you can't touch it,&lt;br /&gt;If u touch it I'ma start some drama,&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no drama,&lt;br /&gt;No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama&lt;br /&gt;So don't pull on my hand boy,&lt;br /&gt;You ain't my man, boy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tryn'a dance boy,&lt;br /&gt;And move my hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,&lt;br /&gt;My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.&lt;br /&gt;My lovely lady lumps [x3]&lt;br /&gt;In the back and in the front.&lt;br /&gt;My lovin' got u,&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spendin'.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spendin'.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gon' do with all that junk?&lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside that trunk?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump.&lt;br /&gt;What you gon' do with all that ass?&lt;br /&gt;All that ass inside them jeans?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma make, make, make, make you scream&lt;br /&gt;Make you scream, make you scream.&lt;br /&gt;What you gon do with all that junk?&lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside that trunk?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off this hump.&lt;br /&gt;What you gon' do wit all that breast?&lt;br /&gt;All that breast inside that shirt?&lt;br /&gt;I'ma make, make, make, make you work&lt;br /&gt;Make you work, work, make you work.&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spendin'.&lt;br /&gt;Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me&lt;br /&gt;She's got me spendin'.&lt;br /&gt;Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty sure a lot of you guys know what song lyrics was that. Elsie wrote me a testimonial the other day saying that whenever she listens to this song, it reminds her of me. Haha. It's funny isn't it. well HELLO i dun even have the nice assets liks Fergie. Hmm, I do wonder, can I have nice assets like hers? Haha, what a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty bad with me and good at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the bad side:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thursday was really a bad bad day for me. I was mad at someone, which I think a few already know who I'm talking about here. I was so worried for him cause he told me he was sick. He called me on Wednesday but I was at the cafeteria with Janice, so I couldn't really talk to him. I promised him that I will call him after my class, about 5. He said ok. So I called. He didn't pick up my call. Nvm. I thought he was sleeping or something. I made another call. He still didn't pick up my call. So, really I thought he was sleeping. I called again for the 3rd time at about 7 something. He still did not answer my call. I was seriously getting worried about him. Bang, when I was online, he saw me online. He said hello and everything. But when asked, he said he went out gambling. I mean like, what the hell? El was basically helping him with his marketing assignment and I was worried he was so sick that he can't do his assignment. Darn, the truth came out and I didn't wanna talk to him then. On Thursday, he had a paper. He didn't bring papers to class, so he came and asked from me. I gave him, but in my tone, people can so sense I am angry. Never mind about that. I was prety nagry that day. Some guy, CH, from my calculus class has to come up to me, and accidentally slapped me on my face. I wasn't really pissed, but at that moment, I was really really pissed. I scolded him for doin that to me cause even my mom has not slapped me before  nor my dad. He dares to slap me? Arrgh. So I screamed at him. Later, the guy who made me mad and caused all the anger in me, came lunch with me, El, J, D, SC and also a friend of his, who is coincidentally my cute Korean guy, WY. El, Jan, SC, D are really nice friends. They know I was really angry and mad, so they helped to chill me down a lil. But sadly, W just has to add fire. He said he wanted the food I was eating (which is actually Wan Ton Mee), and he doesn't know how to order. So, D and I helped him. And then he actually asked who helped him to order. I told him an angel in a sarcastic tone (well like duh, i gave him a sarcastic look). Then he asked me to tell that angel, thank you, asshole. Wow, everyone there can so see that my anger was rising high, it almost reach the boiling point. D told him, "shit, u said the wrong thing to her today. She's not in a mood!" I kept quiet and continue eating my food, or should I say, playing with my food. El like teased me, "Hey, ur leng chai there man. you should be happy." "I don't care if my leng chai there or not, unless you tell me brad pitt is here, then i'll be happy!" I told El. Sigh, it was really a bad day for me. After lunch we went back to college. I asked El to accompany me off to the cafeteria. She said, "aiyor, you just missed the best chance to befriends with your leng chai. suddenly next time no more chances like this!" "Well, i can't say anything much cause I was angry. and he didn't even dare to look at our table (which was me, El and Jan)" Sigh, missed chance. Seriously speaking, it's not that I didn't wanna talk to him. He look as though he doesn't dare to look at me! Anywayz, WY left early, headed off somewhere else. Frankly speaking, he looks very shy. Indeed, I think he is shy, especially with loud and noisy people like us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thurs was the last day before the break. Whew, at last, got a week break. But need to return earlier due to work work and work. Sigh, but the most least I'm back at home sweet home, far far away from the world outside, a complicated world I mean. And then, my sis told me, we have a new dog. I was like, yeah, I know, the Dalmation right? She was like, NO! It's a labrador. What happened to my parents when we were not around? Why suddenly another new addition to the family? Sigh, the previous owner of the dalmation gave it to us also. Well, we have a dalmation male named Pluto and labrador female named Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this math, if the dalmation male mate with the labrador female, what do you get? Simple. A DALBRADOR! Haha. It's lame but I guess we better come out with that, right? And when I went out yesterday, dropping out my sister off to my mom's office, another doggie came into our house. This time, it is a Dashund. Well, I was pretty afraid that my mom wouldn't let me keep it. But guess what, my mom said to my dad today, let's keep the dog. I can tell why my mom wants to keep it. This is the first ever dog that my mom's not afraid off! Hehe. For the past few dogs we had, she was afraid of them cause they were big size and fierce. Same as my two new dogs, Pluto and Gigi. And also, whenever my mom sees dog, she's scared of them. Even small little Jack Russell also she's afraid or maybe Yorkshier Terrier too! But this time, she's not! It's a Dashund, it just follows behind your back slowly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it there, the good news and bad news. Sigh, come to think back, why was I so angry at CH when he slapped me accidentally? Mayb cause at that moment, I was already pissed with something else. Too bad for CH la. WY is such a waste, as in I was given such a nice oppurtunity to befriends with him, but I just missed it. Hopefully got the chance again! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-113060914116011925?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/113060914116011925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=113060914116011925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113060914116011925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/113060914116011925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/10/loss-of-rottweiler-here-come-dalmation.html' title='Loss of Rottweiler, here come Dalmation -----&gt; Labrador -----&gt; and now, Dashund??'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112954481717020221</id><published>2005-10-17T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:26:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Sem Exams</title><content type='html'>ah well, i tot there will not be any exams. but darn, mr. cheah just announced that we will be having our mid-sem exams next wednesday, chapter 1 and 2. sigh, work and work. i'm so scared i can't do well. but i can't let that happen. it happened d last sem, dat's y i didn't get an A for my finals. sigh. and i will not let that happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith is a very strong word. as long as you have faith in yourself and in Him, everything's gonna be alright. dawn's facing problems. sigh. it's like everyone facing problems. she's having a tough time now. i hope everything turns out fine for lil dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, things are still not fine with me. i have no idea what's wrong now. it's like everyone's avoiding me. or should i say i avoided someone and now it's karma. what goes around comes around. sigh, sad huh? i dun care la. i seriously can't be bothered anymore. i am so down with everything with my head. i dunno which one to actually care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, problems rise and fall. and i think this month, i am having a really really tough time. i wonder how long can i stand it alone? not long... but hold on tight... i believe everything's gonna be alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112954481717020221?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112954481717020221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112954481717020221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112954481717020221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112954481717020221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/10/mid-sem-exams.html' title='Mid Sem Exams'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112929530113765195</id><published>2005-10-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:08:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>What's does pms stands for? post-menstrual syndrome. mostly female will suffer this problem as they grow older. why? as the older they get, the more problems they will face therefore, thye could easily get frustrated easily and that's where they suffer pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but recently, i found out that guys could have pms too. why is it so? because, a few guys i know around me currently suffering what we women usually call pms. they get so emotionally sensitive. and they are super duper sensitive and emo at the same time. gosh, the world is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;william called me last night at 3am. crazy dudez, i was already half asleep. but knowing william he won't call me for nothing, so i sms him. well he was really sad about the girl he's after now. she like bo layan him. so i ma sms him lor. but that time my tummy was already aching. in fact, my tummy was aching since last night. untill today. so never mind lor. today william called me again but i didn't pick up cuz i was lying down on my bed, resting. so i sent him an sms telling him i'm sorry didn't pick up his call and apologize that definitely today i can't talk to him. he was like oh, now it's ur turn to do that to me. first it was her, now it's you. nvm nvm. rest more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, damn merajuk wei he. just because the girl that he likes tryin to avoid him doesn't mean i am right. he thought i was avoiding him too. i was like, wat the hell? wanna merajuk pula. den i told him he got me wrong. den he said i already said it's ok, nvm. whew, neva seen him so pissed off or angry before. i told elsie, elsie said maybe he was doin something so he didn't reply me. just give him some time. he's just pissed off cuz of that girl. soon he'll be alright. alright? hello, what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many events happened this week. i seriously can't take it anymore. and if william's gonna merajuk because of that, ah too bad. i guess i just can't be bothered d. hello, he knows i was having problems this week. and then, he wanna add more to my problems? he's not helping me here you know. sigh, i also dunno what to do d. i guess just let that poor lil boy alone for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work load work load. tummy's aching and i have no idea what to do, help me here!! ;-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112929530113765195?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112929530113765195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112929530113765195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112929530113765195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112929530113765195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/10/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112918564097576012</id><published>2005-10-13T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:40:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship that last forever</title><content type='html'>Why do you have to make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Work loading up peepz. I skippedy class yesterday, which is really really bad. I mean this is the 1st class I skip in this semester. This is so not me. but seriously, yesterday I was not in mood. I got so pissed off easily. PMS dudez! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mood was also not really that good. But definitely better than yesterday. but still don't really feel like talking. but i have to. shakespeare wants to talk to me, bout his problem.s sigh, i also pity him la. goin after this girl, but that girl like bo layan him. so i'm gonna talk to him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, sigh....got a whole loads of problems now. sigh sigh... save me man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112918564097576012?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112918564097576012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112918564097576012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112918564097576012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112918564097576012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/10/friendship-that-last-forever.html' title='Friendship that last forever'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112834558409726984</id><published>2005-10-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:19:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fark..class on fri??</title><content type='html'>the worse thing has happen to me. i have class on fri? weeks back only we decided to cancel the friday class and now, you're telling me i have class on fri? ah well, actually it's just tis week. but why tis week? tis is the week where things will happen, i mean i will go back ipoh la.. hehe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, elsie now has settle her ghost, her nightmare, her prince charming by telling him she got a boyfriend. but as for me, i still have no idea who's martin. hoe mun told me he's a really huge size guy and i was so freakin scared that day at the bbq. i was asking ian, to act that he's interested in me or something to avoid martin coming up to me. poor ian agreed without knowing what the hell is goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for korean guy, his name is kim wun young. that's what elsie told me. hoe mun agrees that he's not bad looking. true. if he goes to gym with his friend, i think he's look better than now. haha. elsie and i still do not know him yet. we're still admiring him from afar. but elsie was like saying, how come i like quite close to the korean gurl in our com class who is also his friend. well, she saw me the other day n i was sitting alone. she was with her bf, who's kim's fren and also kim. she waved and smile at me. obviously i can't pretend i didn't see her. so i smiled and waved back. i told elsie. then elsie was like, hey, is she getting close to you? i was like, god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies so far.....ok. not much work yet. but knowing calculus, very soon i'll be loaded with work. com need to do a lot of reading. and cis, here comes frank chu and his thick book. he got the cd rom from the publisher and he's so gonna load us with work. God, save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i get bullied a lot by janice and elsie. plus carina....wow, u wouldn't wanna know the story. imagine the crazy elsie, who look so freakin quiet to a lot of people actually created this darn stupid story. imagine isabel and dawn adopting a kid together. what will they name her? dawnabel. but what will her surname be? my surname is sin and dawn's chan...omigosh, her daughter's name's gonna be dawnabel sinchan!!  and she'll be the gurl who go around pulling off the pants!! haha ;-) what a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being around people like them, i do feel happier. at least i won't feel that stress. something's bothering me. n i don't really like it. not that bad kind of disturb but something..... sad huh? hehe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz..gtg...... so much for being a wmu student!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112834558409726984?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112834558409726984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112834558409726984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112834558409726984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112834558409726984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/10/farkclass-on-fri.html' title='Fark..class on fri??'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112746746317940826</id><published>2005-09-23T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:12:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after party effect</title><content type='html'>satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew, what a party nite last nite. last night was the day for sunway. it was the SUNWAY BALL!! yeah man. what can i say. the best part is hanging around with my friends, the whole gang of AUSMAT 04. we had carina, chai hoong, kit, wilson koh, neal, tracy, pei lin, elwyn, sue lin and me in one table. feisal was suppose to go. but in the end, i replaced him. i mean i took his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i went to pyramid with rachel (chai hoong) to do our hair at snips. gosh, when the hairstylist asked me what dress i was wearing and i explained to her and she told me to do this funky weird hairstyle. i was freaking scared and worried when she was styling my hair. but thank God, it came out nice, perfect. with the make up skills i learned from michelle, i bet i look like some punk kid! no joke man. but it's really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was the ball. it was THE BALL. D BALL. It was drop dead fun. as usual, i am the noise maker and i make noise all the way through. and when it was jacklyn victor singing, we were making noise all the way through. singing with her was hell fun!! we even took picture with her.. wohoo! and at one point, we looked ike celebrities...wanna bes la..not realli celebrities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the grovving was fun too at d ball. but we had too leave early..wat a pity. it's ok. we went to BEACH CLUB after that and wohoo, we met a lot of hunky chunky. really really good looking guys, no joke. and yeah, drank a few glasses oh whisky mix but i was fine. feisal and macha insisted that i needed guidance. wat crap. but it was hell fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i went with them. it's been quite some time since i last enjoyed like that. miss those ausmat times but we got to move on. so keep blogging and i'll know what's goin on. wanna see pics? go to my friendster and check out a few shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112746746317940826?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112746746317940826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112746746317940826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112746746317940826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112746746317940826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-party-effect.html' title='after party effect'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112688720931186269</id><published>2005-09-17T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:13:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you're beautiful........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's such a nice song by James Blunt. I am serious. i am really happy today with a few facts in my head. first, i know i'll be goin back to ipoh! yeah! next, there will be no more friday classes. in other words, i don't have to drag my ass to college on fridays. which is super cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but when i came back things were different. my mood was bad as soon as i go home. not because of wert. not the fact that i might got scoldings from my parents and obviously i didn't. it's just that my dog died like the day i came back to kl. my parents didn't let me know so i won't cry the hell out of it and because my birthday was soon. i came back today and realise my dog's not there, but some other dog is there. my beloved rottweiler died. i miss her. a lot. and frankly speaking i don't really have a lot of pics of her. now i guess i just really have to dig pics out of all my photo albums in memory of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i realise there are things they come and go easily. treasure every moment now peepz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today, i realise something. there are some people whom i really have no idea what do they want in life. i find it pretty weird for some couples. this is a sensitive issue but i'm not saying tis specifically about anyone. i find this weird, in general. some people feel left out especially if they are single and people around them are dating. they fall for that someone but that someone doesn't share the same feeling with him or her. so in order to look fine or think he or she's cool, they wouldn't mind dating anyone who's on their way. in other words, they don't mind if there's someone whom they might not like as much but like them in a lot in return, they would just go for it. there are also other case when people could fall in and out of love easily. let say there's this guy or girl telling me today, hey i like that guy/girl. weeks later when i asked, he/she might tell me, oh, no, i'm goin after another guy/girl now. isn't this weird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there would also be coward guys or girls. it's like they like tis guy/girl a lot but they do not dare to tell them how they feel. and when they miss the chance, they regret. what's tis man? well tis is a piece of information for guys. if you like that girl, make the first move cuz you will never know how she feels for you. what if she feels the same for you? girls will never make the first move. why is that so? cuz they are so afraid of hurting their own feelings and lose a good friendship with that guy. i know this happens to they guys too but frankly speaking, a guy will recover faster than girls. it's proven. i was reading throught magazines and there was this research done in the US. please do not ask me for the info of it cuz i'm not writing an article or a research paper now so i wouldn't remember my sources. agree? well, tell me what do you think about all these relationship stuff lately. i'll be glad to receive some feedback! so tis might help me in my work in understanding communication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ritez. i guess i better sign off. a drastic mood change. chioz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112688720931186269?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112688720931186269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112688720931186269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112688720931186269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112688720931186269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112670130269471601</id><published>2005-09-14T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:35:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURFDAY SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>Yes, though my burfday passed like a few days back but i didn't had the time to come here and blog. well, i actually do have the time but i guess i was just too lazy. haha;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i really wanna thank my friends, those who made it happened. what happened? the aurprise party of course, or else, wat else, right? Well, i was really surprised that day and i was really glad they had a party for me, on ma burfday. i know they were busy, really really busy so i didn't expect anything much from them. carina told me chai hoong and carina herself will be bringing me out for dinner on saturday night. and i thought that was it. no, it wasn't. on saturday, carina called. kit was there and amirul was there too. they told me we were goin to summit to eat. so i was fine. then when we arrived at summit, tada, the crowd was there. tracy, neal, joey, daniel, sue, elwyn and jason. i was really surprised and happy they were there. erm, but i wasn't really surprise to see joey there cuz before dinner, eu jin called and told me joey will be meeting us up. so yeah! and surprisingly, chris came by later on. he said he wouldn't be there but he was there. after the dinner, yeah, d same old thing happened. the blind-fold game. i was blind-folded and they drove me somewhere. i keep on hearing padang when i was in feisal's car. but i didn't know where they were bringing me. so i kept quiet in the car and i nearly suffocated in feisal's car, thanks to his stupid pants that he use to blind-fold me. then, we arrived. i was lead by carina and joey. tis is so deja vu man. open the blind-fold, tada, burfday cake with lighted candles. then, yea, the same old party trick. take out the candle using the mouth be ready to get smashed. but in short, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad i  received sms that night. loads. some were really unexpected. i can list who sms me and gave me testimonials. for sms : tze wei, isabell, yuong, elsie, ee lin, dawn, pooi ting, geraldine, ching, elwyn, mun ee, siew yen, joey, rachel, han guan (damn unexpected), sharon (also unexpected), elina, kelly (unexpected too), yinn b, carina, wai ling, may lee, valerie (i was so touched cuz she was the 1st person who sms me on 11 sept sharp at 12.00 am), wan, siew foon, uncle chee yang, my sis sze yarn, amelia (my kindergarten mate), sue lin, tien tien, siew fei (ma house mate), lee min (ma room mate), mei yen. those who called: tien tien, macha, elya, kit, eu jin, tze san (i didn't pick up) and of course my mom and my sis from the US. those who send me testimonial : joey, dora(my kindergarten mate too), pooi ting, colin (pola bear), my little bro edwin, yew mun, janice (my wmu fren), jian sheng (tutu), chris, william (blur william), kwan shian (my latest addition of boy in my family), eu queen, melanie, coach, oj. and peepz who wished my face to face: kenneth (of all people, monkey kenneth, he's my wmu fren la). peepz who wished me online : jane and treshan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it great? wow, tis is like so good man. i really thank God for them. luv ya guys loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, come back to reality, got such a sucky life man. today is like my second day of my calculus class and i already have quiz. i think i will fail it cuz i think i did it wrongly. gosh, hopefully tomorrow's work will help me out!! and if i'm not wrong, i have another quiz on next tuesday according to my lecturer, ms shareen. whew, what a life man. oh, by the way, in this new sem, i made friends a few people. did i mention previously? dun care, gonna mention again. got jane, ee von, ian and seng chee (not close to them, but they were the one who kinda smiled 1st), ronald (at last i got his name right and he's the president of the wmu committee) and hmm... a few more. and i think more to come man. haha...... lurve tis loife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cute, blurry cap guy is confirmed korean. he's in elsie's class. elsie saw his name. kim something. he look so cute. i think la. yeah! and i got tis korean girl in my communication class. not bad huh? see the connection? hmm hmm.. getting notti here. but wat to do, sunway here got no good looking guys. haha, joking peepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... anywayz, gtg now....keep ya guys updated ya! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112670130269471601?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112670130269471601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112670130269471601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112670130269471601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112670130269471601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/09/burfday-surprise.html' title='BURFDAY SURPRISE'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112618204316626998</id><published>2005-09-08T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:20:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Semester</title><content type='html'>a new sem, a new beginning. stareted the new sem a few days back and i met yet few more seniors in my communication class today. tis sem i am taking intro to end-user computing, calculus 1 and also intro to communication theory. interesting? well, attended my cal class, still see the same bunch of monkeys. went to com class today, was fun cuz met a few bunch of classmates. got elsie, dawn, ee von, jane, brad, moment(ok, i do not know how to spell his name),alexis (a pretty good looking mat salleh), hmm...and i dunno the names of the others. haha, wat a mean classmate i am. but can't blame cuz it's d 1st class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess wat, tis is freaky but i must say tis out man. apparently, there's tis guy, not to say i am racist or anything, but a black guy currently wanna know me. i heard tis from one of my course mate, irene during the holidays. i tot after the holidays, that guy or irene might just drop tis thought off but no. i saw irene today and she asked me, u know which guy d? gosh, i tot tis was over but no, it's not. and it's freakin me out. for all u know that creepy guy might be stalking me for afar. aiyks. not only me. elsie also got tis infection. she got from okerie william. we dun really know if he got a thing for elsie but he kept on askin for her. gosh, how la. scary wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am really bored now. everyone's busy with their work while me too free for nothing. class started but lectures haven't really started yet so i'm pretty messed up and bored. gosh, i think lectures better start off soon or else i will suffer till next week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well can't wait for my sister to end her course so i could get the laptop. i am seriously bored to death d. no tv, no entertainment, no homework, dun feel like eating, sleep too much. gosh, gonna die soon. but havta wait till end of the year. for the mean time.....haiz...read books only la and listen to disman all the time. waste my money to buy battery only. no choice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad.....lazy to type la....gtg.... btw peepz, dun spread about wat u read here k? i dun elsie to kill me for that....and i dun wan ppl to stalk on me...chioz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112618204316626998?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112618204316626998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112618204316626998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112618204316626998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112618204316626998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/09/fall-semester.html' title='Fall Semester'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112464214794823937</id><published>2005-08-22T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:35:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING INVITATIONS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All dress in white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here comes the bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With the big backside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, that was a song I was taught when i was younger. those were the kiddo days. well these days busy working. work work work..... work all day and no play cuz why? no time and i'll be freakin tired when i'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today i was kinda pissed cuz i realise i nearly got cheated. i bought a bracelet and a necklace the other day from Icon, the shop where i often shop in nowadays. i bought a bracelet for rm 19.9 and a necklace for rm 29.9. well, i thought it was reasonable cuz it's nice. anywayz, when my colleague, kinky's mom went in the same particular shop and ask for the price and one guy (well, he's one of the perverted guys who always stare at me and kinky and his name is hou and he got a twin brother who is also one of the perverted guys who stares at me and kinky from gintell. his brother's name is fu) told kinky's mom the bracelet is only rm 9.90. when kinky's mom told me,  i was freakin pissed. then, kinky and i went in to the shop n ask the guy who sold me the bracelet (his name is alan and he's another guy who looks at me in one kind). he was very scared actually, can sense from the way he talked to us. his voice was shaky and i think that he's afraid he sold the stuff at the wrong price. then his senior, rachel came and ask what happened. then she confirmed that he sold me the correct price. meaning in other words, the other guy, hou told kinky's mom the wrong price. rachel was like go and tell those ppl that they got the wrong price. whew, i thought i bought it at a higher price. before i left the shop, i pretend to faint cuz i was relieved and rachel was afraid i fainted that she asked kinky to take care of me. but kinky knows i was fooling around. haha;-) then all i know is hou kena marah from alan for giving the wrong information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well i manage to find out about some names of the perverted guys. haha. two from icon, hou and alan and the other guy, hou's twin is from gintell. three of them are actually the same age as me, or should i say most of us. monkeys they are. seriously speaking, right up till today, i still have no idea what are they looking at. now, there are two more guys from gintell stared at me or should i say three more. they are all from gintell too. gosh, did i owe them money or something? why would they wanna stare at me like that? give me some space okayz! but i like they way alan served me the other day. well call me fussy but i am. i was making him dizzy the other day and i guess he so hate me for being so fussy. haha ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, besides being 'kap' by these bunch of monkeys and besides busy with my work, i am also busy doing something else. remember the lyrics i mentioned? yup, busy preparing for wedding. not me getting married... CHOI! not that fast man but i'm helping my sister. she's gonna get married. maybe i should say she's already married but she's coming back here for the ceremony. you know, chinese wedding stuff. so have to help her look for the bridal shop and know what's what ad got her shoes for her wedding also. besides that, helped her look for the restaurant for dinner and also need to help her to prepare wedding invitation cards. gosh, there are actually so much to prepare for wedding. need to help my sister for her wedding rings too. omigosh, guys, if anyone wants to know more about wedding, ask me cuz i think i am quite pro now. haha ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;haha...tired tired....now wanna go search for more designs for my sister's wed...here comes the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112464214794823937?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112464214794823937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112464214794823937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112464214794823937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112464214794823937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/08/wedding-invitations.html' title='WEDDING INVITATIONS!!'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112270918403804835</id><published>2005-07-30T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:39:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who can wrestle with me and let me win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who i can talk to about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who laughs at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie&lt;br /&gt;pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who says "I Love You" &amp; means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who calls unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will have many inside jokes with me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember each one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...A boy who notices haircuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who realizes that i say things but dont always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who i can go swimming with on hot days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who can tell me his problems and let me help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will listen to me talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will let me beat him up when i get angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who writes love letters to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who draws me pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...With deep eyes, that can see through faces into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who wears baseball hats and lets me wear his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who gives me his t-shirt to change into and not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect to get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who knows my favorite color, song, car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vegetable, perfume and fave. movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will shake my dads hand and look my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who knows my full name-- first, middle and last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who willl know when something is wrong when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im trying my best to put on an act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will kiss me and tell me im cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will let me cry to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will hold me&amp; kiss my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who suprises me and compliments and plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who will brag about me to all of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who's Not afraid to give me a great big hug right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in front of his mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who isn't afraid 2 hold me infront of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and not get embarassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who smells like he just stepped out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Who tells me i have a nice laugh and a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does he actually exist? i am pretty sure he does. do you guys know that everyone of us has a flirt buddy? he or she is actually someone that is like your gf or bf but you know nothing can happen between you guys. he or she will always be there for you all the time, listen to all your stories like about the guy or the girl you like, tease you all the time, do treat you like a brother or sister, yes, a lot of people will have misunderstood that you guys are together that kind of thing but deep within, both of you know that nothing could happen between you guys. but sometimes, it might go over the boundaries. do becareful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i saying all these? well, these days i have been hearing a lot of different stories about people. from guys and also from girls. some of them are facing problem with their the other half, arguements popping out all the time, throwing out words they didn't really mean to say,  and in the end, regret about it. some of them are cuz of the distance between them and the other half. some are cause by the appearance of the opposite sex which attracts them. i have no idea what am i crapping here but it's true. these are all the general issues that arised lately. that is why is good to know that you have a flirt buddy!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say but a lot of things happen. i heard a few of my friends telling me things which i hope did not happen. wow, what is love? love, undefined. it's too powerful to say it just like that. but guys, if you do like that someone, tell him or her. no point hiding it. if you are just waiting for the other half to make the move, i believe that day might never come. aiyor, i am crapping again. ignore me, just need to crap things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life's pretty good with me so far. i do not really care searching for my soul mate cause i know one fine day i wil find him. for the mean time, i just wanna have fun. do you know it's fun to have your friends all around you all the time? and meeting new people is really really interesting? yeah, i lurve it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended one short semester but found a lot of new friends too in this semester. damn syok. sad part is, i still have to see most of them a lot cuz they are doin engineering, same as what i am doin. gosh, somebody save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anywayz, i think that's all for now. i have no idea what i am crapping about here in this post but hope you guys are aware of it. these are all in general, read from magazines. i think why don't just become a columnist one fine day? i believe i could make it big. haha, just jk. people, need someone to talk to..haha...MAIL ME!! hehe....;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112270918403804835?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112270918403804835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112270918403804835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112270918403804835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112270918403804835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/soul-mate.html' title='Soul Mate'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112227804332426684</id><published>2005-07-25T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:54:03.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER</title><content type='html'>Cause the world is spinning, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm still living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoo! One down, one to go. Finished one paper today and it was precalculus. well, was not too tough. i was freakin out last night, cause i didn't really study much. then i was too scared i woke up early and studied. thank god, the paper was not too tough. hopefully i could score for that paper. i need that okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, can't believe one semester is over so soon. i met a lot of very very interesting people, like Han Guan - my horny-always masturbating-perverted-little-asshole-brother; Choon Yee (hopefully i got the spelling right)- might seem to look quiet but he's actually very noisy when you get to know him; William - worse guy i ever known (but actually a nice friend la but some might know what he's up to.. hehe(cheeky smile); Elsie - my good friend in WMU as we can click easily and she's damn farnie okay; Wilson - yeah yeah, yet another Wilson but doesn't really know him well as I only get to kacau him or should i say he only got to kacau me only the last few days of the semester; Desmond - wow, erm one of my friends' ex-bf and he's in my course (he saw me around in ipoh and he recognizes me from then..wow); Andrew - aiyar, a farnie guy who doesn't give a damn; Ji Wey - erm.. no comment but he's always with his FCUK t-shirt; Okery William - a very nice senior and he's the WAT"S UP MAN type.. haha, cuz he's a Nigerian; Musa - yeah, Han Guan's 50 cent in M'sia as he likes to rap; Kenneth - man, he's a joker man, always crapping around; Phuern Fong - shy but noisy, and he kacau me once in a while too; Chi Hoong - another classmate of mine who kacau me only the last few days of the semester; Sharon - a very shy and quiet girl. Well, i think so far i am considered friends with these bunch la. The others i am not so sure if we're friends or just acquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i went shopping the other day and i owe carina money now cuz i got no money in my bank account. hehe.. bought a lot of tops and a nice new jacket for a very reasonable price. haha.. those in sunway will know cause they will be seing me in it. haha;-) and when i was shopping, i saw my very-blur-leng-chai who's also in WMU in CK shop. Damn, he's blur and cute... erm.. not too cute but blur cute type. haha..sue lin knows what i'm talking about here. and i think he's either japanese or korean. so, wait, waiting to check him out more. today, when he came into the exam hall, he looked so blur man like he has no idea what on earth is goin on here. haha. then later when i was with Carina, Rachel, Wilson and Kit at the tepanyaki corner, he was just the table next to us. Whew, damn cute la that fella cuz he look damn blur. he ain't no mr hot but somehow he just attract me to look how blur he is? haha..;-) but i wun be seeing this blurry for a month cuz we got our semester break. but it's ok. cause he appeared a few times in front of me today.. actually a lot of times as though it was on purpose. haha;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's my timetable be for the next semester. hopefully it's not too pack cuz i need to take 4 subjects. Die man.. haha.. but wish me the best of luck for my results and have a nice holiday! (it's weird when you wish that to yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112227804332426684?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112227804332426684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112227804332426684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112227804332426684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112227804332426684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/over.html' title='OVER'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112126131262304982</id><published>2005-07-13T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:28:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MENTAL HEALTH</title><content type='html'>o i sound crazy? yes i do. well, tis is a very normal situation where people like us do face, craziness. all of us suffers mental health problems. it's just that we do not know about it. i am currently doing this english presentation on this topic, mental health. i find it pretty interesting as there are facts proving that most of us do suffer mental health problems without us realizing it. what are examples that i am saying we're crazy? well, anxiety, stress, depression, eating disorders (this most of us do know about it), bipolar, mood swings and etc.learn more about it and read about it online and you will know what are the problems that could occur and categorized as mental health problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got back my mid-sem paper for my precalculus today. 59.3%???? what is tis man? i can't believe it. i was so pissed and sad at the same time so i went back to have a look at my mistakes. yes, i do admit i expected it to be bad but not till that bad? i went through the paper and tada, i found that my lecturer forgotten to add another 10 marks for me, meaning in other words, he forgotten to calculate that question. haha, so in other words, i get like 69.3%. Whew, a heart-attack man. one classmate of mine, who seemed to care less about work, he got 93% When one of my classmates, Ji Wey told me that Desmond got 93% i was very very shocked to hear that. But it's good for him, a good sign for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i found out was Jay. MR JAY said i looked different this year. he asked if i changed my whole wardrobe or something? obviously i did not but maybe somehow my clothes look a bit more boho this year. BY THE WAY, I BOUGHT THIS VERY NIc MNG TOP FOR ONLY 25 BUCKS YESTERDAY. IT'S SO NICE AND IT LOOKS A BIT BOHO-ISH!! haha, new term i'm using. but i am still ME!! haha. Jay also complimented Carina, Kit and I saying we were the -in- group people last year. whew, never knew we were so -in-. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about being in the -in- group or being an -in- person, there's this classmate of mine, F. Gosh man, she's like flirting with all the guys and trying to be cool and extreme friendly with everyone. in other words, she's really trying to hard to be the popular babe or being the -in- person or something. my other friend, Elsie (she's pretty close to me in WMU) thinks the same way too. and both of us do feel that she's tryin really too hard but it seems not working.. sorry to be mean but it's a fact. we have another guy friend, William, gosh, known as Mr Blur, always surrounded by either F or another girl. we were like, are they tryin to hook up with william or something? haha... we're just fooling around, chilling out in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, soon MONASH PEOPLE will be back. yup and yeah, i wonder how things might go now. hopefully everything turns out fine or else i will be the one starting to scream. haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress stress baby. less than two weeks time, i will my my finals and that's it for this semester. it's a wohoo cuz i will have a month break again but it's not a wohoo when you come to think of it, the next sem is gonna be worse as i need to do 4 subjects. hopefully everything turns out fine for me and i will be able to cope with it... ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teruterubozu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112126131262304982?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112126131262304982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112126131262304982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112126131262304982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112126131262304982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/mental-health.html' title='MENTAL HEALTH'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112089103397474856</id><published>2005-07-09T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:37:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yi Lu Xiang Bei</title><content type='html'>一路向北&lt;br /&gt;Yi Lu Xiang Bei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫) Lyricist: Vincent Fong (方文山)&lt;br /&gt;後視鏡裡的世界&lt;br /&gt;hou shi jing li de shi jie&lt;br /&gt;越來越遠的道別&lt;br /&gt;yue lai yue yuan de dao bie&lt;br /&gt;妳轉身向背&lt;br /&gt;ni zhuan shen xiang bei&lt;br /&gt;側臉還是很美&lt;br /&gt;ce lian hai shi hen mei&lt;br /&gt;我用眼光去追&lt;br /&gt;wo yong yan guang qu zhui&lt;br /&gt;竟聽見妳的淚&lt;br /&gt;jing ting jian ni de lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在車窗外面徘徊&lt;br /&gt;zai che chuang wai mian pai huai&lt;br /&gt;是我錯失的機會&lt;br /&gt;shi wo cuo shi de ji hui&lt;br /&gt;妳站的方位&lt;br /&gt;ni zhan de fang wei&lt;br /&gt;跟我中間隔著淚&lt;br /&gt;gen wo zhong jian ge zhe lei&lt;br /&gt;街景一直在後退&lt;br /&gt;jie jing yi zhi zai hou tui&lt;br /&gt;妳的崩潰在窗外零碎&lt;br /&gt;ni de beng kui zai chuang wai ling sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北&lt;br /&gt;wo yi lu xiang bei&lt;br /&gt;離開有妳的季節&lt;br /&gt;li kai you ni de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;妳說妳好累&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo ni hao lei&lt;br /&gt;已無法再愛上誰&lt;br /&gt;yi wu fa zai ai shang shui&lt;br /&gt;風在山路吹&lt;br /&gt;feng zai shan lu chui&lt;br /&gt;過往的畫面全都是我不對&lt;br /&gt;guo wang de hua mian quan dou shi wo bu dui&lt;br /&gt;細數慚愧&lt;br /&gt;xi shu can kui&lt;br /&gt;我傷妳幾回&lt;br /&gt;wo shang ni ji hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;後視鏡裡的世界&lt;br /&gt;hou shi jing li de shi jie&lt;br /&gt;越來越遠的道別&lt;br /&gt;yue lai yue yuan de dao bie&lt;br /&gt;妳轉身向背&lt;br /&gt;ni zhuan shen xiang bei&lt;br /&gt;側臉還是很美&lt;br /&gt;ce lian hai shi hen mei&lt;br /&gt;我用眼光去追&lt;br /&gt;wo yong yan guang qu zhui&lt;br /&gt;竟聽見妳的淚&lt;br /&gt;jing ting jian ni de lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在車窗外面徘徊&lt;br /&gt;zai che chuang wai mian pai huai&lt;br /&gt;是我錯失的機會&lt;br /&gt;shi wo cuo shi de ji hui&lt;br /&gt;妳站的方位&lt;br /&gt;ni zhan de fang wei&lt;br /&gt;跟我中間隔著淚&lt;br /&gt;gen wo zhong jian ge zhe lei&lt;br /&gt;街景一直在後退&lt;br /&gt;jie jing yi zhi zai hou tui&lt;br /&gt;妳的崩潰在窗外零碎&lt;br /&gt;ni de beng kui zai chuang wai ling sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北&lt;br /&gt;wo yi lu xiang bei&lt;br /&gt;離開有妳的季節&lt;br /&gt;li kai you ni de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;妳說妳好累&lt;br /&gt;ni shuo ni hao lei&lt;br /&gt;已無法再愛上誰&lt;br /&gt;yi wu fa zai ai shang shui&lt;br /&gt;風在山路吹&lt;br /&gt;feng zai shan lu chui&lt;br /&gt;過往的畫面全都是我不對&lt;br /&gt;guo wang de hua mian quan dou shi wo bu dui&lt;br /&gt;細數慚愧&lt;br /&gt;xi shu can kui&lt;br /&gt;我傷妳幾回&lt;br /&gt;wo shang ni ji hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北&lt;br /&gt;wo yi lu xiang bei&lt;br /&gt;離開有妳的季節&lt;br /&gt;li kai you ni de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;方向盤周圍&lt;br /&gt;fang xiang pan zhou wei&lt;br /&gt;迴轉著我的後悔&lt;br /&gt;hui zhuan zhe wo de hou hui&lt;br /&gt;我加速超越&lt;br /&gt;wo jia su chao yue&lt;br /&gt;卻甩不掉緊緊跟隨的傷悲&lt;br /&gt;que shuai bu diao jin jin gen sui de shang bei&lt;br /&gt;細數慚愧&lt;br /&gt;xi shu can kui&lt;br /&gt;我傷妳幾回&lt;br /&gt;wo shang ni ji hui&lt;br /&gt;停止狼狽&lt;br /&gt;ting zhi lang bei&lt;br /&gt;就讓錯純粹&lt;br /&gt;jiu rang cuo chun cui&lt;br /&gt;All The Way North&lt;br /&gt;The world in the rear view mirror&lt;br /&gt;Says goodbye further and further away&lt;br /&gt;You turn around towards your back&lt;br /&gt;The side of your face is still very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I use my vision to chase&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly hear your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingering outside the car window&lt;br /&gt;Is the chance I missed&lt;br /&gt;You are standing in position&lt;br /&gt;Tears across the middle of you and me&lt;br /&gt;The view of the street has been recoiling all along&lt;br /&gt;The bits and pieces of your collapse are outside the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go all the way north&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the season that has you&lt;br /&gt;You say you are very tired&lt;br /&gt;You already have no way to fall in love with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows on the mountain road&lt;br /&gt;The frames in the past are all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Counting the shame&lt;br /&gt;How many times I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world in the rear view mirror&lt;br /&gt;Says goodbye further and further away&lt;br /&gt;You turn around towards your back&lt;br /&gt;The side of your face is still very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I use my vision to chase&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly hear your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingering outside the car window&lt;br /&gt;Is the chance I missed&lt;br /&gt;You are standing in position&lt;br /&gt;Tears across the middle of you and me&lt;br /&gt;The view of the street has been recoiling all along&lt;br /&gt;The bits and pieces of your collapse are outside the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go all the way north&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the season that has you&lt;br /&gt;You say you are very tired&lt;br /&gt;You already have no way to fall in love with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows on the mountain road&lt;br /&gt;The frames in the past are all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Counting the shame&lt;br /&gt;How many times I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go all the way north&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the season that has you&lt;br /&gt;The steering wheel encompasses&lt;br /&gt;Rotating around my regrets&lt;br /&gt;I speed up to exceed it&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can’t lose the grief following closely&lt;br /&gt;Counting the shame&lt;br /&gt;How many times I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Stop the heartlessness&lt;br /&gt;Just let wrong be pure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112089103397474856?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112089103397474856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112089103397474856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112089103397474856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112089103397474856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/yi-lu-xiang-bei.html' title='Yi Lu Xiang Bei'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112084294830222780</id><published>2005-07-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:15:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way Up North</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I? Isn’t this a nice question to ponder upon? Yes, all the way up north is a song by Jay Chou, for the movie Initial D. Am I going crazy about Initial D? No, I’m not. It’s just that I like to watch it as it stars Jay Chou and of course, the beautiful cars and the racing…haha… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Feeling very stressed out for the past few days. Yes, I felt better after watching Initial D but somehow, it’s just temporary. I’m still feeling stress somehow. And I have no idea how I could cope with it. What is this man? Coming to me at the wrong time. But I guess I still have to cope with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I felt so sad when I know they don’t relly care much anymore. Tried calling him but failed. Damn frustrating you know. So what, when he expects me to be there, I was there. But when I expect him to be there for me, tada, surprise, I’m not free. What is this man? Tis sound so insane. I can’t stand it anymore man. Feel so used in a way. I’m not tryin to prove anything but just wanna release my anger. This is not the first time….. but I guess it might be the last time…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; I came to realise a few things. Seriously, sometimes you really can’t depend on anyone for your own problems. Yes, you do need someone to talk to but he or she won’t be there 24/7. So still, you will have to go through it yourself somehow. And life’s so unpredictable. You do not know what happens tomorrow. The terrorist attack happen yesterday in London is a very good example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; For all you know, tomorrow might be the last day for you. So, do things you wanna do know. If you like a guy, tell him and if you like a girl, go after her. No point of being shy when you don’t even know what the ending is. Do not create your own ending cause for all you know, it might be a happy ending. And for those of you guys out there who is currently in a relationship, well, if you guys are already in your 3rd month and still things are not working out, forget about it. Just give up and break it off. No point of hanging on to one relationship when you know there is no happy ending. Those who passed through this, then it might be a good sign but still you have to look at it maybe on your 6th month or 1 year and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; And for those who are single, do not worry if you do not get into one. Please do not make yourself so desperado and look like a slut. There is this friend of mine totally change somehow. Maybe it’s because everyone around her is coupled up. So she felt lonely and she needs a guy too. Gosh, this is sad man. What’s the point of simply grabbing a guy and tell him, hey dude, it’s over! It’s gonna hurt everyoe’s feeling somehow and you’ll lose your friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; Haiz, what a world. Things are changing in a way or two. There have been a lot asking, why am I not in a relationship? Well, it’s simply because it’s not the right time I guess. In my heart, there is still some torns that I can’t pull out and still need to mend a few holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112084294830222780?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112084294830222780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112084294830222780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112084294830222780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112084294830222780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-way-up-north.html' title='All The Way Up North'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112072472983171575</id><published>2005-07-07T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:25:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to ponder upon</title><content type='html'>For the life of me,&lt;br /&gt;I am still tryin,&lt;br /&gt;To purely understand what it means,&lt;br /&gt;Deep within,&lt;br /&gt;It's dark and cold,&lt;br /&gt;Walk through it,&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy,&lt;br /&gt;Be strong and courageous,&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;I will live my life,&lt;br /&gt;As how it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look, I'm trying to act like a poet now. Well, I did poetry analysys the other day in my English class. Somehow in a way, I enjoy my class but in another way, I hate my class. Can't really blame cuz the dumb me is so dumb that sometimes I don't get what my lecturer wants actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feel stressed out, but I really felt a lot more better after watching Initial D yesterday. Haha, watched it twice man. Once with my classmate, Elsie and yesterday with Sue Lin and Elwyn. Well, sorry Sue and Elwyn, I watched it before you guys. I know I promised to watch with you guys but I just can't help it though. SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Sue and Elwyn said, Jay is a bit emotionless in the movie. But I think he did quite a good job for him as an amateur actor. Maybe more acting will help him to improve. But I do like his song from the movie, All The Way Up North. Cool dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, gtg for now la. Nothing to update so far. Chioz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112072472983171575?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112072472983171575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112072472983171575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112072472983171575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112072472983171575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-to-ponder-upon.html' title='Something to ponder upon'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-112054817315286206</id><published>2005-07-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:22:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress man, stress</title><content type='html'>Edward Norton, the lead actor of 25th hour said fuck 40 times within 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress, stress, fucking stress. Watched 25th hour yesterday and I felt that this world is actually so fucked-up man! True. I had my precalculus mid-sem paper today and I am totally screwed by it. I am definitely gonna do so badly for it. But man, it's just pre-cal, what more when it reaches calculus? Gosh, I am so gonna work hard to score for my finals man. I can't afford to screw up all my papers. As for English, my God, my English is not that freakin bad after all right. But when it comes to doin Eng 161, gosh, I could only afford a credit, and I'm not sure if it's a low credit or a high credit. I so need to do well for my papers man. Well, though I might not be in the Dean's List, but the most least I could do is to score a CGPA of 3 and above, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, so stressed out and yet no one for me to talk to. Shed tears last night and when I was listening to one of Jay's song, I feel like crying even more. Now I have to do a few things in mind. One, I have to think twice on whether I should continue with my major or change it to Computer Engineering. 2nd, I need to concentrate on my studies and score for it this semester as this is somehow like a basic semester. 3rd, hmm.. enjoy the peace on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lawrence, the lecturere yesterday. He threw me a lot of questions that I felt extreme stress after listening to it. Damn, he's playing psychology with me man. A lot of questions that I never really thought of, came up to me yesterday and when I was thinking bout it, plus together with my exam stress.. BANG, tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself in this situation yet again. I so wanted to call up my good friends but in the end, I decided not to. I am a grown up now and I should decide things by myself. Yes, my friends are gonna be there for me but is it forever? Sudden realisation that though I might have a lot of friends, but they can't be there for you or next to you 24/7. There will be times when you have to face things all by yourself. I am trying to struggle through this stage of life and hopefully, I could really go through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now... need to catch up with assignment..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-112054817315286206?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/112054817315286206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=112054817315286206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112054817315286206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/112054817315286206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/07/stress-man-stress.html' title='Stress man, stress'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111866672687338727</id><published>2005-06-13T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:45:26.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember why&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I’m slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I’m hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a really nice song indeed... well today got this calculus paper and i dunno how to do one of the question. dumb right me? gosh, and i got the whole load of things to study for pre-cal. talked to uncle d, and he told me that i could get advise from halim, cuz there;s where he got too. but not to worry, i still have ERIC.....haha..and Mr Cheah.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;went pyramid today also...bought a top yet again...oops, from icon fashion. gosh, not suppose to  be shopping and yeah, i am shopping yet again. damn..control my darling. thank goodness sue lin stopped me from buying another top or else, man, there goes my money for my dress.... hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watched a show today, titled The Pianist. I have no idea what it's really about I mean besides the fact that is talking about the life of a Jewish pianist, how he struggled throught germans, got seperated from his family and then moved on living the the germans area by hiding all the time. survived for quite some time but in the end........................................... haha, dunno yet cause never finish watching it yet. i was supposed to do an english work based on that. well, for the mean time, i have no idea what work is that so never mind. gosh, i do really hope i don't do badly for my pre-cal cause i think it will be really bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw samuel ee today also. he came back but he never take the initiative to come and look for us...... but it was alright, at least i got to see him. he looked so much better..i mean more goody goody boy look la. by the way, talking about samuel, i saw sam goh yesterday. damn, he looks bad... last time more leng chai. now no more. like what carina said, samuel ee looks better than sam goh...haha..true true.. agree with that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they were saying i have a replacement this year for ausmat mom. her name is caroline. according to feisal, she sounds so like me, but i don't really think so. he meant was she's really talkative, so am i..... i dunno what you guys want man, when i'm quiet, ask why am i quiet but when i'm noisy, complain pula..... but i dun really much care cause it's still me....haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywayz, gtg now...catch up some other time..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111866672687338727?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111866672687338727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111866672687338727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111866672687338727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111866672687338727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/simple-plan-untitled-i-open-my-eyes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111841006966698781</id><published>2005-06-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:27:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Loife, New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Yellow.. it's time to start a new semester now. Haha, joined the WMU programme and it started a few days back. Phew, just started but today already got presentation. Well, though it's not any formal presentation but still, yeah did a small tiny presentation. My partner was Elsie, okay, she reminded me of Ms Elsie when I first met her because of her name. Anywayz, luckily my english lecturer was satisfied with our presentation and she said it was good. and then, i have a pre-calculus quiz on monday. damn, so fast i got quiz d. but what to do, this is such a short sem, gotta do everything fast man.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i mean so far so good. getting back to the sunway college life, having fun with ma friends. oh, and guess what, i have a david lim look-a-like in my both my classes. gosh, the way his hair goes, his dressings and the way he talks.... it's so reminds me of david lim.. haha.. and there is this guy who look like colin too... man.. it so reminds me of ausmat last year. well, besides that, another funny fact is in my pre-calculus class, there's only two girls, including me. so, in other words, i can really feel the stress within me man... gosh, damn scary wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lcuky me, i bumped into Mr Eric today and i sort of told him about me doin what and me gotta do calculus now. so, he was offering me help. so in other words, if i don't understand anything about calculus, i have two teachers lending me a hand. haha... which is in fact good. and thanks to Mr Jay's training in english and presentation, hopefully i could do well for my english papers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, i think that's all for now. gotta catch up with ma maths work. till then... SIGN OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111841006966698781?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111841006966698781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111841006966698781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111841006966698781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111841006966698781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-loife-new-beginning.html' title='New Loife, New Beginning'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756894650675571</id><published>2005-06-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:58:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/The%20Whole%20Gang%20of%20US%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/The%20Whole%20Gang%20of%20US%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a huge gang of US! But tis is it man, the party!!&lt;br /&gt;Standing from left: Wai Ling, Mun Ee, Siew Yen, Jun, Tien Tien (Victoria), Pooi Ting, Tze Wei, Wai San, Mun Yee.&lt;br /&gt;Seated from left: Stephen, Isabelle, Chee Yang, Me, Michael, Tze San, Yuet Teng.  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756894650675571?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756894650675571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756894650675571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756894650675571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756894650675571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-what-huge-gang-of-us-but-tis-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756882860976709</id><published>2005-06-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:55:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Me%20and%20the%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Me%20and%20the%20gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGS RULZ!! This is the gang of MGS man...&lt;br /&gt;Standing from left: Mun Ee, Siew Yen, Me and Wai Ling.&lt;br /&gt;Seated from left: Tien Tien, Pooi Ting, Jun and Isabelle.  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756882860976709?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756882860976709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756882860976709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756882860976709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756882860976709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/mgs-rulz-this-is-gang-of-mgs-man.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756871939594776</id><published>2005-06-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:46:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Me%20and%20Pearly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Me%20and%20Pearly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..here's a pic of me and the dog, Pearly!!  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756871939594776?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756871939594776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756871939594776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756871939594776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756871939594776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756666792459072</id><published>2005-06-01T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:11:07.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ - FUN</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a great day for me. Went for a BBQ gathering for the ex-mgs form 5 girls of year 2003. though it was suppose t be something special for the msg-sians but there were a few acs monkeys around. Well, met Wai San, Mun Yee, Siew Yen, Wai Ling, Mun Ee, Jun, Tien Tien, Tze Wei, Isabelle Soo, Yuet Teng, Pooi Ting, Tze San, Chee Yang and two new friend cum kiddos, Michael and Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not everyone was there, but i can really feel the fun and joy there. It's really nice to actually see them again, all together. We got a feeling that this might be the last time we would actually meet up like this before we head on further for our studies. Some might be staying here, well, mostly all of them. I'll be goin to US later. Jun i'm not sure and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it would be boring for me cause they are mostly from ACS and they might have their ACS gang and stuff like that but no, it was a party where everyone enjoyed trully and fully. At first, Stephen and Michael do not really dare to talk much which I have no idea why but i think they're shy. But later on, haha, here comes the noise. Haha. Then Tze San was chasing Isabelle, and then fooling around and kacau me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was noise and noise. It was not that bad but later, when Jun was cutting he birthday cake, suddenly the naughty Stephen started to fool around with the icing of the cake. Chee Yang, Tze San and I was hiding far far away from them. Suddenly Tze San came back with icing and pat it on my face. I was pissed though but it was kinda fun. I recall back how I kena on my burfday last year and during Chris's party. I was yelling at Stephen and then the smart fella kenakan me back and started chasing after me to put icing on me. Then the war started between me and Stephen.. haha. But in the end, we stopped cause Siew Yen begged me to. But too bad, naughty Stephen kacau Siew Yen this time. So war started yet again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in short, it was War WAr and War between ACS and MGS today. Haha. Luckily I didn't have to do much cause I got Chee Yang to help me bbq some sausages and meatballs. Wai Ling for lamb and beef. And of course, the lovely Stephen for being such a gentleman to bbq a piece of chicken wing for me. And of course, my lovely daddy, Tze San for forcing me to eat the crabstick, sausages, meatballs and chicken wing that he bbq for me. I was so bloated when I went home just now... plus the piece of cake I ate...whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, it's a nice party and I really enjoyed it! Luckily I went man! God bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756666792459072?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756666792459072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756666792459072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756666792459072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756666792459072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/bbq-fun.html' title='BBQ - FUN'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756356379701041</id><published>2005-06-01T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:19:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A la la lei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whew, after a week or resting from a long and tiring journey, it’s time to start BLOGGING or else when I see Elwyn in KL, he will kejar me man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously speaking, the trip in China was fun. I mean, at first, I thought, you know, China is still China. Bad toilet, not nice food, stuck up people and etc. But when I went there, I was like..WOW.. it’s so different form what I really expect. Ok, still loads of bikes, not that clean and still ulu a bit but it is seriously, an eye opener. I mean, I see Beijing and Shanghai as a very developed city, but this time, I went to Yunnan. It’s totally different. The itenary below is the whole itenary of my trip. Ok la, the whole trip was full of elderly except for me the baby of the tour and another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 01 : KUALA LUMPUR → KUNMING&lt;br /&gt;- assemble at KLIA for the flight to the province of Yunnan – Kunming&lt;br /&gt;- arrival proceed to the Jiuxiang Cave&lt;br /&gt;the Jiuxiang Cave scenic area main attractions are Karts cave, Natural sights, Man Mad sights an ethnic folklore. Major scenic spots include Yincui Gorge, Underground Gorge, River Flowing in Ancient Cave and Dirine Fields.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight in Stone Forest Conference Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 02 : STONE FOREST → KUNMING&lt;br /&gt;- immerse yourself in the mystical beauty of the “First Wonder Under Heaven” – the Stone Forest, a typical karst formation characterized by hundered of stone peaks.&lt;br /&gt;  - transfer back to Kunming, visit colourful Yunnan Centre&lt;br /&gt;  Overnight at New Era Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 03 : KUNMING → LIJIANG&lt;br /&gt;  - morning visit the Golden Temple&lt;br /&gt;  - transfer to Lijiang by flight&lt;br /&gt;  - upon arrival visit the Black Dragon Pool&lt;br /&gt;  - visit The Ancient Town with roads radiating in all directions. The town       is one of the heritage of the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Cultural performance – Mountains, River Show. (well, tis is an additional package. Went to a cultural show and it was amazing)&lt;br /&gt;  - night walk at the Ancient Town&lt;br /&gt;  Overnight in ShiLi Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 04 : LIJIANG → SHANGRI-LA&lt;br /&gt;  - morning proceed to Shangri-La DiQing, capital of the DiQing Tibetan       Nationality autonomous prefecture.&lt;br /&gt;  - on the way view The First Bend Of Yangtze, Visit the Tiger Leaping      Gorge&lt;br /&gt;  - upon arrival, visit The Songzanglin Temple, visit the Napa Lake, The      Tibetan House (night party)&lt;br /&gt;  Overnight in Long Feng Xiang Hotel (Holy Palace Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 05  : SHANGRI-LA → LIJIANG&lt;br /&gt;- morning visit the Shu Du lake (missed, cause we need to hurry back for Snow Mountain), instead went to a Tibetan House. Depart for Lijiang.&lt;br /&gt;  - noon proceed to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. (tried but failed due to      weather)&lt;br /&gt;  - take cable car down and visit the White Water River (Bai Shui) and      Dong Ba Shen Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;  Overnight in ShiLi Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 06 : LIJIANG → DALI&lt;br /&gt;  - morning went to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.  Will take a luxurious  &lt;br /&gt;    6 people cable car ride up to the heighest peak. Your journey will start&lt;br /&gt;    3356 meters till you reach to the height of 4506 meter above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;    This point of the Snow Mountain is whole year covered ith snow and you&lt;br /&gt;    can have a magnificant view of the scenary surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;  -lunch in Lijiang. depart to Dali&lt;br /&gt;  - upon arrival visit the Tian Long Ba Bu shooting place for performance      show (didn’t cause it was too late)&lt;br /&gt;  - visit the old town of Dali, walked in the Ancient City of Dali&lt;br /&gt;  Overight in LanLingGe Hotel (Landscape Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 07 : DALI → KUNMING&lt;br /&gt;  - morning proceed to the Tian Long Ba Bu Shooting place for       performance show&lt;br /&gt;  -proceed to the Tie and Dye Factory of Dali&lt;br /&gt;  -enjoy Dali’s Three Flavour Tea and Cultural Dance of Bai minority in     Yan family.&lt;br /&gt;  -enjoy the magnificant view of Erhai Lake Park&lt;br /&gt;  - transfer to airport depart to Kunming by flight&lt;br /&gt;  Overnight in New Era Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 08 : KUNMING → KUALA LUMPUR&lt;br /&gt;- morning proceed to the local supermarket to grab hold of Yunnan local products. Next head on to the Flower Market and the Silk Factory.&lt;br /&gt;- transfer to airport for departure flight, bringing home with your sweet memories and unforgettable moments to share with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Jiuxiang cave and the Stone forest in Kunming was nice. Mun Ee even said, the Stone Forest looks like the Stone Henge of Asia… hahaha, which is quite true. Then we went to Lijiang, by flight. When on board, oh my God, the crew was so leng chai. He looks like Wang Lee Hom man…. Ok la, drop that part of. When arrived, we went to interesting places like the Black Dragon Pool and the Ancient City. Well, still nothing that scares me off but one interesting fact was the old ladies there, since they got nothing to do, they danced their traditional Naxi dance in the ancient city, which I think is pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the next day we went to Shangri-La… haha, the same name as Lee Hom’s album. Well, that part was the funny part. Upon arrival, we went to one of the hotels and went to pee pee la. And the guys look so much different from us Malaysia Chinese. Later on, I went to a Tibetan House for a party, and seriously, they looked so different form us. The house is a bit like rumah panjang but a smaller version. And yeah, I kena pikat there, not exagerating but it’s true. That guy, dunno why suddenly wanna kenakan me. At first it was those Tibetan girls who pour our drinks or should I say wine for us. then suddenly this crazy fella, a guy, not to say he’s crazy la but he came to me and add on wine for me and my friend. And there, he started. Say wanna drink with me..seriously, he drank my friend’s wine, bottoms up man. I can’t cuz it’s a bit too strong. Then he say wanna dance with me la…gosh, crazy man. Then the dance floor started…wow, it was seriously a crazy party man where all the elders started dancing. Then the crazy guy, went into one changing room and started talking in Tibetan language and I have no idea what the hell he said man…. But who cares! But the disco dance floor started and everyone started dancing. Before we left, the crazy Tibetan guy, went crazy I assume, he grabbed me and he didn’t intend to let me go. Crazy man!! But in the end, he let me go la. And my crazy parents, didn’t help me when I was in trouble…… meanie parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but it was fun. Oh ya forgot to mention about their sucky toilets. The Tibetan house toilet sucks man. Words can’t even describe the sucky toilet. But like duh, this is a very interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, went back to Lijiang and stuff. Well, here and there, we experienced toilets without doors, toilets without flush, toilets with sucky smell. But still, we manage to find a 5 star toilet. And Malaysians, STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT MALAYSIAN TOILETS. IT’S WAY MUCH BETTER THAN CHINA TOILETS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, in conclusion, this trip to China is really an eye opener for me. Rupa rupanya there is still ulu places in China. Though it’s ulu, but people lived a simple and happy life. No hectic, no worries. But one thing bad about the places I went, in Lijiang, Shangri-La and Dali, men do not need to work. Women will do everything. Which I think its discrimination, and I do think it’s really bad. Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Ha, but that’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I learned a few words from them and I do think it’s really funny. Below it’s a list of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUNMING:&lt;br /&gt;Guys  - A Hei Ge&lt;br /&gt;Girls  - A Shi Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIJIANG&lt;br /&gt;Guys  - Pan Jing Ge&lt;br /&gt;Girls  - Pan Jing Mei&lt;br /&gt;Hello/&lt;br /&gt;How are you? - A La La Lei&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine - La La &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye - Lei Duo Duo&lt;br /&gt;Thank you - Jiu Bai Shui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANGRI-LA&lt;br /&gt;Guys  - Zha Shi&lt;br /&gt;Girls  - Zhuo Ma&lt;br /&gt;Welcome/&lt;br /&gt;Hello/&lt;br /&gt;Thank you/&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes - Cha Si De Le&lt;br /&gt;Encore  - Ya Xiong, Ya Xiong, Ya Ya Xiong ×2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALI&lt;br /&gt;Guys  - A Peng Ge&lt;br /&gt;Girls  - Jin Hua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird but I do find it funny. In Kunming, their main minority is Han people. In Lijiang is the Naxi group. In Shangri-La is the Tibetan and in Dali, is the Bai minority. Well, surprisingly, in Lijiang itself, they have more than 22 minorities but the main one is Naxi group. Whew, what an experience in China….hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Si De Le, Zhuo Ma and Cha Si!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756356379701041?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756356379701041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756356379701041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756356379701041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756356379701041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/la-la-lei.html' title='A la la lei'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756860284263663</id><published>2005-06-01T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:43:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000431.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me looking dull and bored right, cause I was not feeling well and here we were at the Silk factory... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756860284263663?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756860284263663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756860284263663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756860284263663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756860284263663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-me-looking-dull-and-bored-right.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756854971068110</id><published>2005-06-01T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:42:29.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000421.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000421.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellas!! Hey, it's two Isabel together. Though so, one is Isabel which is me and the other one, is our tour guide in Kunming, Isabelle. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756854971068110?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756854971068110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756854971068110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756854971068110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756854971068110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/bellas-hey-its-two-isabel-together.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756847859361286</id><published>2005-06-01T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:41:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000418.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000418.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to bid farewell... a farewell steamboat in a Kunming restaurant!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756847859361286?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756847859361286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756847859361286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756847859361286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756847859361286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-to-bid-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756839315936242</id><published>2005-06-01T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:39:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000395.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000395.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai marriage&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756839315936242?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756839315936242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756839315936242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756839315936242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756839315936242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/06/bai-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756830407657096</id><published>2005-06-01T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:38:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000400.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000400.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the others joining the Bai dance... dun ask me how they do it now... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756830407657096?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756830407657096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756830407657096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756830407657096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756830407657096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-others-joining-bai-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756821255575976</id><published>2005-06-01T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:36:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000364.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000364.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eldest daughter of the Emporer..nice art&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756821255575976?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756821255575976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756821255575976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756821255575976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756821255575976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/eldest-daughter-of-emporer.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756812720813519</id><published>2005-06-01T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:35:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000358.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000358.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my lovely mom at the Tian Long Ba Bu shooting place.somewhere inside there&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756812720813519?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756812720813519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756812720813519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756812720813519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756812720813519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-my-lovely-mom-at-tian-long-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756766749654523</id><published>2005-06-01T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:27:47.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000353.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000353.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Tian Long Ba Bu show's shooting place in Dali. Here is the Emporer and His Queen and mistress ang lovely daughters greeting us, welcoming us to his castle. (Remember, it's a fake Emporer)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756766749654523?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756766749654523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756766749654523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756766749654523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756766749654523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-tian-long-ba-bu-shows-shooting.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756754727998196</id><published>2005-06-01T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:25:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000332.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely daughter in Dali. Haha, I was in a silver shop when suddenly this little girl, the shop owner's daughter stood next to me and started looking at me. So, knowing me, I started to kacau her.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756754727998196?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756754727998196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756754727998196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756754727998196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756754727998196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-lovely-daughter-in-dali.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756746641617223</id><published>2005-06-01T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:24:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000327.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000327.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me in the lovely hotel room in Dali. Damn antique room. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756746641617223?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756746641617223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756746641617223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756746641617223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756746641617223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-me-in-lovely-hotel-room-in-dali.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756739456628896</id><published>2005-06-01T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:23:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000306.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000306.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and ma dad.. Cute ler?? Hehe. This pic we took at the top reachable area of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756739456628896?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756739456628896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756739456628896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756739456628896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756739456628896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-ma-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756735017470178</id><published>2005-06-01T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:22:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000221.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000221.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic of the Songzalin Temple... 140 steps before enterin the temple.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756735017470178?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756735017470178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756735017470178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756735017470178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756735017470178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/pic-of-songzalin-temple.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756728732146665</id><published>2005-06-01T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:21:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000291.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000291.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and lovely tour guide, Joann and my lovely mom joining the fun of their Naxi dance&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756728732146665?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756728732146665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756728732146665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756728732146665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756728732146665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-me-and-lovely-tour-guide-joann-and.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756718734160043</id><published>2005-06-01T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:19:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000290.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000290.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naxi dinner in a NAxi house in the Naxi Village Lovely place to stay. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756718734160043?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756718734160043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756718734160043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756718734160043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756718734160043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/naxi-dinner-in-naxi-house-in-naxi.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756710789406994</id><published>2005-06-01T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:18:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000285.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000285.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Dong Ba Village.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756710789406994?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756710789406994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756710789406994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756710789406994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756710789406994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-dong-ba-village.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756704698451027</id><published>2005-06-01T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:17:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000277.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000277.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Water River, also known as Bai Sui. This is the place where the water flows from the Snow Mountain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756704698451027?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756704698451027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756704698451027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756704698451027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756704698451027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/white-water-river-also-known-as-bai.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756696369249521</id><published>2005-06-01T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:16:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000278.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000278.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak in the crystal clear river... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756696369249521?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756696369249521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756696369249521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756696369249521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756696369249521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/yak-in-crystal-clear-river.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756685869140251</id><published>2005-06-01T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:14:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000256.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000256.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a huge party with a huge finale. This is a partyly a group pic of the tour and the Tibetan Family. Not the whole tour members went for the party, only these few went. From left: Dr Ng, Mrs Ng, Tibetan Girls, Dr Tham, Uncle Thong, Mrs Tham, Aunty Betty, Aunty Monica, Aunty Catherine, Aunty Tsang, Mavis, my Aunty Juliana and bottom, Elina, Me, my lovely mom, Tibetan Guy! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756685869140251?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756685869140251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756685869140251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756685869140251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756685869140251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-huge-party-with-huge-finale.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756662451536538</id><published>2005-06-01T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:10:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000268.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000268.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Eline, me and out local tour guide in Shangri-La, Sophie. She's wearing a Tibetan national costume. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756662451536538?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756662451536538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756662451536538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756662451536538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756662451536538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-picture-of-eline-me-and-out.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756652204205168</id><published>2005-06-01T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:08:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000261.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibetan House, from the outside view&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756652204205168?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756652204205168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756652204205168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756652204205168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756652204205168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/tibetan-house-from-outside-view.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756645249040589</id><published>2005-06-01T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:07:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000258.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000258.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy act. It's a pic of me, my lovely dad and cuckoo Aunty Betty, Elina's mother tryin to blow out some cool air.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756645249040589?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756645249040589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756645249040589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756645249040589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756645249040589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/crazy-act.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756638923226416</id><published>2005-06-01T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:06:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000255.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000255.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the crazy guy, yeah, I was forced to take a pic with him. I know I look nice...haha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756638923226416?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756638923226416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756638923226416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756638923226416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756638923226416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/remember-crazy-guy-yeah-i-was-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756633676496645</id><published>2005-06-01T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:05:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000252.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000252.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovely pic I took with the lovely cute little Tibetan girl, which is my DAUGHTER MADE IN SHANGRI-LA!! haha...Don't we look lovely? Hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756633676496645?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756633676496645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756633676496645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756633676496645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756633676496645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-lovely-pic-i-took-with-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756627078637898</id><published>2005-06-01T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:04:30.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000247.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000247.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely couple doin a lovely duet...haha.. No la, I forced my dad to sing a song and he sang, Tell Laura I Love Her! haha..my cuckoo parents! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756627078637898?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756627078637898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756627078637898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756627078637898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756627078637898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/lovely-couple-doin-lovely-duet.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756621036976916</id><published>2005-06-01T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:03:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000234.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is a picture of the Tibetan family and this is a way they greet people. They yum sing 3 different times. This is I think they're 1st yum sing part! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756621036976916?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756621036976916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756621036976916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756621036976916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756621036976916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/alright-this-is-picture-of-tibetan.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756616273042388</id><published>2005-06-01T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:02:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000232.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000232.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elina making some Tibetan dough.. some sort of Tibetan food... which is sweet and nice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756616273042388?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756616273042388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756616273042388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756616273042388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756616273042388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-elina-making-some-tibetan-dough.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756607900719326</id><published>2005-06-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:01:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000231.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000231.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's US at the Tibetan House... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756607900719326?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756607900719326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756607900719326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756607900719326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756607900719326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-us-at-tibetan-house.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756603240100069</id><published>2005-06-01T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:00:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ME at the Tiger Leaping Gorge&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756603240100069?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756603240100069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756603240100069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756603240100069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756603240100069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-me-at-tiger-leaping-gorge.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756595628218009</id><published>2005-06-01T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:59:16.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000201.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm pretty sure you guys heard of Yangtze River before. Alright, 100 marks for geography. Here in the picture is the 1st Bend of YangTze river... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756595628218009?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756595628218009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756595628218009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756595628218009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756595628218009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/alright-im-pretty-sure-you-guys-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756586702283863</id><published>2005-06-01T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:57:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000186.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000186.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the Asian Venice look like at night! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756586702283863?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756586702283863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756586702283863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756586702283863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756586702283863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-how-asian-venice-look-like-at.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756580746193869</id><published>2005-06-01T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:56:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and my lovely parents.. in the Ancient Town of Lijiang. It's a bit dark though!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756580746193869?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756580746193869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756580746193869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756580746193869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756580746193869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-me-and-my-lovely-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756577563656268</id><published>2005-06-01T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:56:15.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000184.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000184.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait for me, wait for me. Where are you goin?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756577563656268?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756577563656268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756577563656268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756577563656268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756577563656268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-wait-for-me-wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756573202061126</id><published>2005-06-01T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:55:32.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000183.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000183.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after wishing, it's time to put it on the flowing water... Here it goes!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756573202061126?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756573202061126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756573202061126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756573202061126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756573202061126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/alright-after-wishing-its-time-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756565989276233</id><published>2005-06-01T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:54:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000182.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, make a wish. Follow the old traditional style of making wishes, I find it funny for 10 renmenbi, so I got myself one. Guess who's the lady next to me? Of course, she's my lovely mother. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756565989276233?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756565989276233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756565989276233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756565989276233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756565989276233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/make-wish-make-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756559782521189</id><published>2005-06-01T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:53:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000180.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000180.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best toilet in China. 5 star toilet...haha. Of course la, the toilet is in the 5 star hotel...haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756559782521189?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756559782521189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756559782521189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756559782521189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756559782521189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-toilet-in-china.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756553522620764</id><published>2005-06-01T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:52:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000176.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000176.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of the cultural show i went... the grand finale where they stood out and showed a few major minorities in Lijiang&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756553522620764?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756553522620764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756553522620764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756553522620764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756553522620764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-pic-of-cultural-show-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756547245631017</id><published>2005-06-01T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:51:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000147.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000147.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the street in the Ancient Town. Very nice indeed... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756547245631017?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756547245631017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756547245631017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756547245631017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756547245631017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-street-in-ancient-town.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756538952817464</id><published>2005-06-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:49:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000145.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000145.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the Asian Venice. It's inside the Ancient Town... very nice... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756538952817464?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756538952817464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756538952817464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756538952817464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756538952817464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-asian-venice.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756527328694709</id><published>2005-06-01T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:47:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000144.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000144.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the Ancient Town of Lijiang. Don't ask me what it's written there!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756527328694709?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756527328694709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756527328694709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756527328694709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756527328694709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow-ancient-town-of-lijiang.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756521385044434</id><published>2005-06-01T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:46:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000133.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000133.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 girls in a row, in their minority costume. I can't really identify which is which but I know the 2nd from left is Naxi and the 2nd from right is the Bai. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756521385044434?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756521385044434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756521385044434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756521385044434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756521385044434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/5-girls-in-row-in-their-minority.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756514010779000</id><published>2005-06-01T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:45:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000128.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic Elina and I took with our local tour guide in Lijiang, Joann in their Naxi costume. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756514010779000?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756514010779000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756514010779000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756514010779000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756514010779000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/heres-pic-elina-and-i-took-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756506933654464</id><published>2005-06-01T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:44:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the Golden Temple. Tis is a place where the temple was built for Ng Sam Kwai, a chinese warrior. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756506933654464?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756506933654464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756506933654464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756506933654464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756506933654464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-at-golden-temple.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756498165185593</id><published>2005-06-01T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:43:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who, haha, my leng chai dad and me..hehe..tired of walking and shopping. Why not take a seat? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756498165185593?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756498165185593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756498165185593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756498165185593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756498165185593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-who-haha-my-leng-chai-dad-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756491280807115</id><published>2005-06-01T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:41:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000102.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the night view of Kunming city&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756491280807115?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756491280807115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756491280807115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756491280807115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756491280807115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture-of-night-view-of-kunming-city.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756485959013386</id><published>2005-06-01T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:40:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, after a tired walk, let's take a break and pose for a while!!!! say CHEESE!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756485959013386?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756485959013386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756485959013386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756485959013386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756485959013386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/whew-after-tired-walk-lets-take-break.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756476432234792</id><published>2005-06-01T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:39:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tis is a side view of the leng chai we saw in China. Seriously, not bad though! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756476432234792?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756476432234792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756476432234792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756476432234792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756476432234792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-tis-is-side-view-of-leng-chai-we.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756469734836118</id><published>2005-06-01T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:38:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000065.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000065.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elina at the Stone Forest&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756469734836118?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756469734836118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756469734836118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756469734836118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756469734836118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-elina-at-stone-forest.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756461417161922</id><published>2005-06-01T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:36:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in the cave....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756461417161922?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756461417161922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756461417161922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756461417161922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756461417161922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-in-cave.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111756449329801301</id><published>2005-06-01T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:34:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/P1000009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/P1000009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elina, on the way to Jiuxiang cave&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111756449329801301?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111756449329801301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111756449329801301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756449329801301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111756449329801301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-elina-on-way-to-jiuxiang-cave.html' title=''/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111573004694104409</id><published>2005-05-07T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:03:24.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow, what a tiring day. Went down to KL, to settle all my stuff for studies. Alast, it’s settled. Gosh, damn tiring man. But luckily, manage to meet a lot of my ex-ausmats. It’s sort of like a gathering, same like last year. But this time, it is slightly different with Carina and Amirul together. I still can’t believe it man. I asked Feisal how the story goes and yeah, he told. So, I guess they are really happy together man. I can see that Carina and Amirul are happy. Like what Joey said, they look like a very cute couple together. Both noisy, loud…etc. Ok, though it’s incest but neh, it always happens in the Ausmat ‘04 family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Glad that everyone is doin fine. Carina with Feisal, Daniel with Joey, Sue Lin with Elwyn, and of course, Chris with Liane, my junior. Kit is into Holland (Hon En I mean)… Quan got his business, which I dun really know… And Jason…haha…not to mention… “Lonely, I feel so lonely, I have nobody, but _ _ _ _ _ _ _” Haha, well, Joey and Carina will know how to fill up the space. It’s the angel again….. in action!! Haha… Macha…hmm, I guess is lookin more like and ET...haha. To find a mate for Macha, please dial 999000, thank you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, not forgetting, received a few compliments from here and there. Kit and Joey said I look thinner and better. Amirul and Carina think I look better and Feisal thinks I look more radiant. Joey also said I look a bit like an ABC, American-born-Chinese. Partly is because the way I dress and I dunno. But it’s weird though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Glad to meet them up again, really. Hope to see them really soon, in about a month’s time. Yeah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, Joey asked me how my life in Ipoh is. And I told her about my work and those bunch of monkey guys. Joey asked me to actually do a dare and go up to them and ask them what the hell they want. But like duh! I won’t do that, cause they are really a bunch of monkeys. Not to say I perah santan or what, but I kinda think I know why they look. They think that I do not look like a normal Chinese, but maybe a girl who grew up in overseas, which is actually something new to them. In other words, they are a bunch of jakuns. Haha….. cause according to Joey and a few of my colleagues, I do look like ABC. So, in a way, they might think I am an ABC. They’re curious, that’s why they look!! Haha…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anywayz, gtg now… pretty tired….chioz!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111573004694104409?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111573004694104409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111573004694104409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111573004694104409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111573004694104409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111572991754269486</id><published>2005-05-06T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:05:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosh, oh my. I can’t believe what I just heard from my dear angel, Carina. This is way too shocked and surprised for me. I never expect to hear that from her, but yet still I did. Well, I am happy for her at the same time, quite worried for her. But never mind, I believe she knows what’s best for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I must tell everyone this. The Wang Lee Hom showcase last Sunday in Ipoh was excellent, marvelous! I still can’t believe I actually went to that showcase. Yes, I still have to que up like a doink, and I went with my colleagues, Yen Yi and Ai Sum and Sum’s sister. At first, the people kept on pushing us front and we kena marah at the same time. But of course, in the end, we manage to enter. As soon as Lee Hom appeared, wow, the crowd went crazy and started screaming for their idol. He’s so leng chai man, trust me. And he sings very well. Well, got his autographed and I was really happy that day! I wonder, how nice if it was Jay Chou, cause I do like Jay better!!!! Lee Hom sang a few love songs which include Forever Love, Ai Chuo and one more which I’ve forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time flies and soon I will quit my job. I can’t believe I’ve worked for about 6 months in map accessories. A lot of ups and downs during my working period but I believe it’s gonna be over real soon. No more backstabbing, no more rumours, no more jealousy. Apparently Jolene, my boss praised me the other day. She was keeping an eye on us the other day when we were workin and she was commenting that among all the other staff, I am her best staff cause I am really good at work. She said that I have a very good command in English, can speak Malay, Cantonese as well as a tiny wee bit of mandarin. Not bad huh? Haha, but self praise is no praise. But Wan also said, it’s such a waste I didn’t work as a sales representative or something. First, I have a good command in a few languages. Then, I do look very presentable. Of course, I am friendly and I do always smile towards customers and no matter how fussy one customer is, I still give them a smile and I never complain. Haha… I guess that’s what work actually taught me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  I’m standing here outside your door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  I hate to wake you up to say goodbye…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Very soon I will leave my homtown yet again. This time, I will really really work hard. No more joke man. No kidding man. Ausmat was a very good lesson to me. But I know I will miss Ipoh a lot. A lot of my friends are here and though I didn’t really talk to them when I’m in around, but still I know there’s a place for me in their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wan, my colleague just sent me a sms saying that she’s very glad that she found me as a friend. Yen Yi also sent me one the other day telling me how glad she is that I am her friend. Frankly, I am glad to that I get to met them in such a small world. A lot of things are fated. So we can’t really blame if anything happens cause I believe everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“God gave me courage to show you, you are not alone….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That’s one of the lines from my fav movie, ‘Le Phantome d’Le Opera’ which means The Phantom of The Opera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was pretty down these days. I have no idea why but I’ve been thinking a lot lately. So, I went shopping the other day and now I am officially the member of Body Glove and Padini Holdings. I spend more than 200 bucks the other day from Body Glove itself and I go scoldings from my mom for spending money. But luckily my relationship with my mom is alright now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And guess what, those guys from gintell never quits. They kept on staring at me and Wan, but Wan didn’t kena as much as I kena these days. It’s as though they know I will be quitting my job so that’s why they wanna take the oppurtunity to look at me more. It’s crazy man. And a few of them tried to bump into me when I was passing by which I think it’s really ridiculous. C’mon man, if they really wanna befriends with me, why can’t they just come straight up to me and ask me the question? Some guys don’t have the guts but there are some who have too many guts. Got teased by loads of teenage guys lately, which I have no idea why also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I guess that’s all I want to say for now. Gotta go…need to sleep…tired tired…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111572991754269486?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111572991754269486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111572991754269486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111572991754269486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111572991754269486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/brrr.html' title='Brrr..............'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522956990690705</id><published>2005-05-05T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:09:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sama-sama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Yi%20and%20Wan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Yi%20and%20Wan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Yi and Wan... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522956990690705?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522956990690705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522956990690705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522956990690705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522956990690705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/sama-sama.html' title='Sama-sama'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522942789647014</id><published>2005-05-05T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:13:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Yi%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Yi%20and%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi and I, doin some crazy shots here... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522942789647014?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522942789647014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522942789647014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522942789647014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522942789647014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/crazy-right-now.html' title='Crazy Right Now'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522929008990930</id><published>2005-05-05T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:55:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi alone..with my shoes on...haha &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522929008990930?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522929008990930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522929008990930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522929008990930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522929008990930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/pretty-woman.html' title='Pretty Woman'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522913027473639</id><published>2005-05-05T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:58:59.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yi Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Yen%20Yi%20and%20Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Yen%20Yi%20and%20Yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pic of Yen Yi and Yi &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522913027473639?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522913027473639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522913027473639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522913027473639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522913027473639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/yi-square.html' title='Yi Square'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522896318741613</id><published>2005-05-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:01:27.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Wan%2C%20Yi%20and%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Wan%2C%20Yi%20and%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan, Yi and Me...we look kinda dull here &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522896318741613?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522896318741613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522896318741613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522896318741613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522896318741613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/burger.html' title='Burger'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522874894667167</id><published>2005-05-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:03:28.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Wan%2C%20Me%20and%20Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Wan%2C%20Me%20and%20Yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wan, Me and Yi. I am the tallest among them two so I have to stand in the middle &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522874894667167?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522874894667167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522874894667167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522874894667167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522874894667167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/posers.html' title='Posers'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522859915718700</id><published>2005-05-05T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:07:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/ME%20in%20skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/ME%20in%20skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....tis might look weird but it's me in skirt...long skirt.  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522859915718700?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522859915718700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522859915718700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522859915718700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522859915718700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/bella-sera.html' title='Bella Sera'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522828918876253</id><published>2005-05-05T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:12:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Me%20and%20Yen%20Yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Me%20and%20Yen%20Yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a pic of me andYen Yi. I actually have to take off my shoes so I won't look too tall standing next to her...  &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522828918876253?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522828918876253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522828918876253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522828918876253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522828918876253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/lower.html' title='Lower'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522774626394057</id><published>2005-05-05T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:13:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Leng%20Lui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Leng%20Lui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wan..posing at Quickly &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522774626394057?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522774626394057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522774626394057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522774626394057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522774626394057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/quickly.html' title='Quickly..'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522733094353756</id><published>2005-05-05T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:15:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, line up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, re, mi, fa.. line up for your class now... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522733094353756?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522733094353756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522733094353756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522733094353756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522733094353756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/girls-line-up.html' title='Girls, line up!!'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111522536529894047</id><published>2005-05-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:18:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/1024/Craze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/1520/320/Craze1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Yen Yi, Pei Fun and Wan &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111522536529894047?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111522536529894047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111522536529894047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522536529894047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111522536529894047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/05/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111392228147563226</id><published>2005-04-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:24:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is when you feel like you are the only two around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is being close even when you are far apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is when you bring them the very best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship occupies your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love occupies your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship is a warm smile in the winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A tender laugh, which opens your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A single touch that melts away your fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friendship can survive without love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love cannot live without friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, please do not ask me where did I got that from cause I don't know. I found it in my comp today and find it meaningful. Ok, I am sure I have more but for the mean time, that's the nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's alright with me. Been quite lazy to blog. Cause I don't feel like it. Lazy la, everyday work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past few weeks, I had been quite moody cause of a few certain things. First and foremost, my studies. But in the end, got it settle finally. After a long spin, alast, decided to continue with WMU... Isn't it a bit dumb? Yeah, in a way. At first, decided to do that. Then, wanna cancel plan pula. Now in the end, gonna go back with WMU. What to do, at first my parents didn't agree with the fact of me goin over to US but in the end, after discussing and calculating, it is still cheaper to go over to US compare to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what guys, lately I am changing my style. I have no idea why but I start to like the Bohemian style. I am turning into a Boho chic!! Got a tie and dye skirt d other, very nice wan you know. Then ar... got this real nice skarf. Got a real long necklace and a very ethnic looking earrings. What to do, I am a Boho chic. Well, one thing's for sure, no one could follow my style. I mean in my workin place cause they don't really like it. They kept on complimenting Kinky(Wan)'s style saying she's stylish and etc and her clothes are mostly all from Icon fashion which follows Japanese style. As for me, haha, I follow whatever style I feel like it. I am confident in whatever I am wearing and the most, I must be comfortable with it! But Kinky likes my style. She admires me cause I can wear a lot of different style. I can be hip-hop if I want too, sporty, sexy, fashionable, smart, formal, elegant, boho, beach look-a-like and etc. Kinky can't wear that many styles as she looks elegant so she can't really be a hrad rock chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, besides that let me think think what to write first. Alrite, gonna tell a bit bout those monkeys that always look at me. Ok, two are gone but it's WORST!! They still continue to look plus nowadays since I change my style, they look at me even more often. Crazy man.... And I have a funny feelin within me telling me that one of them wanna get to know either me of Kinky. Arrgh....if they really wan, just have the guts to come straight right up to us and befriends with us. I am tired kena 'kap' like that d.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can feel that I am 'losing my grip' with my friends. Dunno why you didn't come? I have no idea how to explain but I will try to explain it in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired....gotta go...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111392228147563226?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111392228147563226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111392228147563226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111392228147563226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111392228147563226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111280773215905128</id><published>2005-04-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:15:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Wun Cry Easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Message: A girl wont cry easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Except in front of the person who she love the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;most, she becomes weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A girl wont cry easily, only when she love you the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;most, she put down her ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you, please hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hands firmly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you, please dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;give her up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision, you ruin her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When she cry rite infront of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When she cry bcoz of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she's feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Which other girl have cried wif pure sincerity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Infront of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And bcoz of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She cry not because she is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She cry not bcoz she wan sympathy or pity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the pain,hurt,n agony have become too big a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to be kept inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If a girl cry her heart out 2 you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And all because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Its time to look back on wat u have done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Do consider it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Coz one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dont do dis to a girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Maybe in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;she's the onli one that love YOU the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Remember this lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mun Ee's (my friend who's currently studying in Malacca) blog. When I found out she had such a wonderful birthday party, I was really happy for her and it kinda reminded me of my birthday party as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the event so clearly in my head. Gosh, I was so surprised with what they had organised for me and I felt so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time flies. In a few months time, I will turn 19. Things change a lot within these few months. Everyone's busy with their uni work. Went down to KL the other day and met up with Carina, Sue, Elwyn and Macha. Of course, saw Amirul and Tracy and also not forgetting naughty Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different now. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise one thing, problems always come in a go. Now I think my problems are as high up as the WTC in New York (ok, though it's ruin now). I haven't even settle one of them, another comes. When I thought of dropping everything off, more problems will come to me. I went back to my shop today cause I'm still on leave. Then later on, Sea, my supervisor came up and asked me to fill up a form. And she started scolding me for being there and grab my colleagues attention to talk to me. Hello, it's not my fault they wanna gather around there and talk to me. Never mind. Suddenly, my the other colleagues also kena. She said we always chat and never really do our job well. She was giving us warning and said if things keep on like this, she will fire all of us and change a new batch of new staff. In my mind I was like, FINE, do whatever you want. It's none of my business. I was really angry at that  moment. She was giving us excuse that Eddie saw us crowding at the counter and talk. Yes, I was there. Wan and Yuong was also there but they were both doin their duties too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but things are getting more and more ridiculous for me during my working period. Is life really so unfair? I also kena from my mom just now for sleeping late. C'mon, I was just watching movie. Like that also I kena marah.... Gosh, life is really unfair. I don't understand why am I suffering all this. I always don't get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I can feel the gap between me and my friends. I don't know why. Maybe I am just being sensitive but I can see that I am losing them one by one, day by day. I seriously miss my high school time, those time in Sunway doin Ausmat. If only I could turn back time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of cryin silently, without anyone knowing. I can tell, that soon I will be emotionless and I might turn out to be like Elwyn, stoning all the time. I am tired that things don't turn out right, things don't turn out the way it suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired......tired...... soon, tears are gonna run dry.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111280773215905128?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111280773215905128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111280773215905128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111280773215905128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111280773215905128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/04/girl-wun-cry-easily.html' title='A Girl Wun Cry Easily'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111255066202093467</id><published>2005-04-04T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:51:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles, and troubles and troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is so unexpected. Things come just when u most least expect them. Troubles and troubles..it always come in a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what the worst thing happened to me the other day. I lost 20 bucks in my shop, the place where I worked at. I placed my money in my wallet, and I remembered well that I have 43 bucks there. When I got home, I decided to u know, kinda throw some rubbish away from my wallet. I realised I lost 20 bucks. I didn't go anywhere after dinner, except to the loo. And yet at night, there was only me, Wan and Pei Fun. I didn't suspect anyone not till Wan reminded me something. Pei Fun was actually stading at the cupboard for quite some time, and I didn't know. When I asked her what was she doin there, she crapped something out. The next day, I was really sad and down. And guess what, I was so pissed that I threw the waste bin. AND the sensitive Pei Fun thought I was angry with her. So she complained to Siew Foon, her good friend that I showed her my attitude. I mean gosh, hello, I lost ma money. I didn't even complain anything, and she start buzzing around. Gosh, get lost. If she's tryin to get sympathy form people, go ahead. Tis time, I will win this battle. And she even backstabbed me and Wan saying we always bully her by ignoring her and stuff like that. That is so untrue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now Siew Foon is putting the blame on me and Wan for not talking to Pei Fun. C'mon man, did any sympathy me? I lost ma money and they're saying it's my fault for not talking to her. C'mon, if she is a nice girl, she would asked right if I was alright when I actually throw the rubbish bin. But she didn't. Now there is war between Wan and I with Pei Fun. If Pei Fun is trying to get sympathy from everyone, she will lose cause I know it's for sure my boss is on my side. I told Jolene, my boss the other day that I lost money. Without any doubts, she suspected Pei Fun. Yesh, indeed she knew that after the existence Pei Fun in the company, a lot of things happened. So, I've decided if things get worse, I will indeed complain to Jolene about Pei Fun backstabbing people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh, it's like world war 3 in map accessories yet again. This is crazy man. Thank goodness I will be leaving soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aww, that day, when I was sad and down, haha, those bunch of guys from gintell saw me. They kept on looking at my sad gloomy face when I walk pass them. The next day, they kept on staring at me and this time, Wan also cause Wan's face also looked gloomy. Sometimes I do wonder, if Wan actually wants their attention. Cause when I told her I had the gloomy looking face on, they kept on looking at me. Well, maybe she's not satisfied with it so she might wanna put on the sad gloomy face on too to grab their attention. Seriously speaking, I do not want their attention. I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!! To me, at times when I tell Wan they looked at me, she sound as though she's quite jealous that they stare at me, ever since my existence. You know, people just love attention... Gosh, but not me, not in that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anywayz, time realli flies and I know I'll be leaving this happy yet sad land of work soon. And I know I will be leaving the life in Ipoh and head back to astudious life in KL. Pray for me people. Gotta go, need to catch some sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111255066202093467?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111255066202093467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111255066202093467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111255066202093467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111255066202093467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/04/troubles-and-troubles-and-troubles_04.html' title='Troubles, and troubles and troubles'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111185865317031575</id><published>2005-03-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:37:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Live Again!!</title><content type='html'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real cool&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone with me&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As we go on, we remember all the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change come whatever, we will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can heather find a job that wont interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat *]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la ...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la ...&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat *] x 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Vitamin C- Graduation (Friends Forever)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been repeating in my head almost the whole day today. "These memories are playing like a firl without sound". It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to  my dear school today for I.U. Day. It was some sort of disaster. I was kinda disappointed with my junior,Fanny. She's the president of the interact club but she was doing things she was not suppose to be in charge of today. I kinda gave her a lecture but didn't really scold her or anything. My friend, Chee Yang kept on asking me not to scold her but I didn't. I was just askin not to do everything and let others do some. But anywayz, that was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But entering the hall, sitting outside the Trinity Hall, reminded me everything so clearly about those days when we were younger. I remember everytime during I.U. Day, we would just go so wild and crazy. There would be me, Siew Yen, Jun, Chee Yang, Tze San, Chee Hau, Benjamin..... gosh, thse were the days. The guys would dance break dance and the girls will start goin cuckoo... And we would cheer for people we like and boo those we dislike. Chee Yang and I were talking today and we miss those feeling of being 16, 17. The guys would even look at girls (kau lui)  girls, vice versa, we (kap chai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, those were those sweet memories of high school. Now old d, cannot be that extreme wild. But serious, the truth is, the gathering was better a few years back, during my batch. And the gathering today was more lively with us there. Haha, perah santan la me. But seriously, even the juniors admitted themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's just time to be SERIOUS....kind of ler... but still at times, when I need tobe cuckoo, crazy and wild, I WILL....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est La Vie!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111185865317031575?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111185865317031575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111185865317031575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111185865317031575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111185865317031575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/03/memories-live-again.html' title='Memories Live Again!!'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111168793960087613</id><published>2005-03-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:24:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hey hey hey hey..wassup yo? How's life everybody? Gosh, I miss the real life of me. I mean sometimes goin crazy and wild, and at times..wohoo..mood swing! Ah well, all I know is for the past few days, I had been goin wild and crazy with my colleague, Siew Foon. Guess what we did? We were dancing in the shop where we work with BSB music. Gosh, it looks like some dirty dancing...haha...seriously man, I think I am goin cuckoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well had been really stressed out. But I guess the dirty dancing...haha..did help me out a little. I need to go cuckoo to run away from all my problems. How I wish I could just get an air-ticket and fly far away from here.. Maybe Perth cause I do love beaches in Perth. Neh, I think I will go to Newport, LA, US. That's where I could see the life of people in the South Area of Orange County. Hehe, watched too much O.C. I also wanna be part of them...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GUYS, THE O.C. IS BACK ON 8TV. EVERY SUNDAY, 10.00 P.M. MUST NOT MISS MAN....BTW, MARISSA'S MOM IS STILL HOT..HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alright, forget about the o.c. part... Haha.. Well, yesterday I received a shocking phone call from Eu Jin. I thought what was so important. Ah well, he just misses me too much..hahaha, joking dudez! Well, our dear friend Chang Kee Wai right, asked me a few questions regarding studying in the US. And I've answered him. Hopefully he's happy with the answers. And the Eu Jin asked me some very weird questions. I asked him where did he found out about that and he told me he knew it from Amirul. Eh, that's weird, I thought. I didn't contact Feisal for quite sometime d, how come he still know quite a lot of things about me. Well, maybe he heard from out dear friend, Elwyn. Haha, well, hopefully everyone in KL is doin alritez.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And of course, yesterday, I received a few weird phone calls from people I do not know. Ah well, in the end they quit. Luckily man. Or else, ha, I think I'm in deep shit trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lately, I had been receiving weird phone calls from people. There tis guy, whom I have no idea at all who the hell is he, said I sms him and asked me where did I got his number. Well, dudez, I am not that free to actually bother. He called me one night and told me his name is Alex from Klang or something like that, working in what...erm.. Sungai Wang. C'mon man. Even if I went Sg Wang before, like duh, I didn't give anyone my number. Who cares about tis. That's okay. There was tis once, tis number, I also have freakin no idea who the hell is that fella, called me about 11.40 at night. I was very tired that night so I slept early. That fella called. So I picked up the phone, and I thought maybe it was someone I know using someone else's number. But as soon as I picked up, that fella kept quit and didn't even say a word. And the dumbo me kept on saying hello a few times and that fella hung up on me. Never mind. I send that fella an sms asking who he/she is and why that fella called but hung up on me. No reply. So I thought maybe wrong number. A few minutes later, that fella called again and tis time after one or two hellos from me, that fella hung up on me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gosh, tis is freakin scary wei. Unknown numbers calling. There were a few times some unknown numbers called. I send an sms asking who he/she is. No reply. Bo layan. Never mind. But isn't it a bit weird? So guys, if any of you guys wanna call me using someone else's number, please let me know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;CURIOSITY KILLS... DO YOU KNOW THAT? YES, IT DOES KILLS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am so curious what does guys think when they look at a girl? I kena a lot lately d. I seriously wonder, what the hell are they looking at? Yesterday I kena, today I also kena. I seriously wonder what are they looking at. If you say they are looking at my body... nope, they are not. They just like to stare straight to your face. Are they tryin to hint something? Ha, make sure they are good at it then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anywayz, I miss everyone in KL. GUYS TAKE CARE....HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS VERY SOON.... AM I RIGHT?? Alritez, gtg now. Catch up with ya guys later...Chioz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111168793960087613?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111168793960087613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111168793960087613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111168793960087613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111168793960087613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/03/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111149906063556282</id><published>2005-03-23T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:44:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Good Date???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/perfect-date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Perfect Date!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your manners are always spot on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how to make a guy feel great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...While still letting him do a bit of the chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, your only dating problem is too many offers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/gooddatequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You a Good Date? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111149906063556282?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111149906063556282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111149906063556282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111149906063556282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111149906063556282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-you-good-date.html' title='Are You A Good Date???'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111149881445610640</id><published>2005-03-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:40:14.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Foriegn Guy Should I Date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/australia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Should Date An Australian!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a down to earth, outdoorsy kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you need a guy who can keep up with your adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rugged Austrailian guy is just your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start learning how to surf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/foreignguyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361737-111149881445610640?l=isabelsin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/feeds/111149881445610640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361737&amp;postID=111149881445610640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111149881445610640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361737/posts/default/111149881445610640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabelsin.blogspot.com/2005/03/which-foriegn-guy-should-i-date.html' title='Which Foriegn Guy Should I Date?'/><author><name>!S@b3L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9TYBFe1S8/ToDvNEik4eI/AAAAAAAACkQ/yHO9NXlzCmI/s220/IMG_0771.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361737.post-111149859333313155</id><published>2005-03-23T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:36:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est La Vie.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1107678144French.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt;. You should learn... French. Maybe you'll move to France or a fomerly-French African colony. Even if you won't, you're up to the challenge. Learn French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="87"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;87%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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You??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1099086112_n013_MR735.jpg" alt="HASH(0x8b55580)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oooh, you are sweet :), you don't like troubles and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;you know how to forgive. you think love is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;about caring, sharing and passion. although you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;like peace but you know how to defand when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;situation requires. you truly love your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;friends, and you like to be liked. but you 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