<?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-33896352</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:10:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing towards a better tomorrow...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-3950131400927008192</id><published>2009-11-15T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:59:14.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to know</title><content type='html'>Hi blog. It's been a while huh. I've been preoccupied with... uh... stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to share my latest favourite sad song. So much yearning in this song, it almost makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kris Allen - I Need to Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-bIm3Ww3n0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-bIm3Ww3n0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life's been blinding me from what I thought I'd see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is there clarity in this insanity yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What you want from me yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Roads in front of me taking me astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Are you leaving me or are you leading the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can you hear what I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Feel like I'm trying to breathe underwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Trying to climb back but keep falling farther yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Will you take my hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Feel so far away, want to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Are you even there? Can you show me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can you make me believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-3950131400927008192?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/3950131400927008192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=3950131400927008192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3950131400927008192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3950131400927008192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-know.html' title='I need to know'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-5689999385633661872</id><published>2009-07-04T18:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:53:24.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello blogosphere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a while since I posted huh...... I've been distracted. Heh. By a certain &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;adorable/sexy singer/songwriter/musician&lt;/span&gt; who may have won a big reality tv series in the past month or two. :) I haven't been this fangirly since... highschool. Terrible. Is this a quarter life crisis? Oh noeeessss! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the topic of age, I realise (or have been realising for a while now) that this is the time in my life when I'll be attending tons of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the past year, my two high school best friends got married within the span of 3 months, and my two ex-colleagues got married within the span of 2 months! Off to attend another ex-colleague's wedding in July too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here I am with pictures (and the occasional commentary)! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Four Weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and no funeral) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Janenee and Sam - Nov 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354576336302749090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9GzuAJtaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/U7PZ9a2Aohg/s400/IMG_6588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in November last year, I flew to Melbourne to be the bridesmaid for Janenee, my old high school friend who used to live near my house, who used to say that she would get married in jeans. Haha how times have changed. She had the prettiest gown... and we braved the freezing temperature (in what country is summer freakin 15 degrees?!?!) in our strapless gowns to traipse across Melbourne city to take photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354578512635551666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9IyZeU37I/AAAAAAAAAx0/eS1g1J_iBXE/s400/IMG_6422.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;About to start the wedding procession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354576345922267042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9G0R1n56I/AAAAAAAAAwk/dwkavjSHg9M/s400/IMG_7052-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Drizzling and freezing... doesn't look like it huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354576342442039218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9G0E3317I/AAAAAAAAAwc/gAzkTsHNxFU/s400/IMG_7041-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Random poses at the Parliament House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chiaying and Erik - Feb 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354576351396136434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9G0mOshfI/AAAAAAAAAws/LEl3rM880I4/s400/eric+and+chiaying2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next! Chiaying, my other high school close friend, who I remember fondly for her penchant to laugh like a psycho and do other embarassing things... heehee. Her actual church wedding was in KK, during CNY, so I didn't go. :( I did go to her wedding dinner in KL though. :) Pictures shamelessly stolen off facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354576356832011138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9G06etY4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/VlNg49xNYjE/s400/eric+and+chiaying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erik and Chiaying singing a song he wrote for her. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354582980624289394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9M2eB2jnI/AAAAAAAAAx8/gGx9FUPwplc/s400/DSCN0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fuzzy picture coz my camera sucks. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Joy and Ken - April 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354577015240239554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9HbPPdqcI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OaeA0mmFbOo/s400/kenandjoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Joy, if you're reading this! This was held, again, in Melbourne, but she came back for a dinner banquet thingy, where Sheryl sang a beautiful rendition of "To Make You Feel My Love" with Jo playing keyboard, and we had a reunion of sorts among colleagues. Joy you looked positvely radiant that night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354577018034325170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9HbZpoBrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6EBegRqzDsQ/s400/ken+and+joy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reunion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354577021377175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9HbmGn3wI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Pxl2JdU5Wcc/s400/ken+and+joy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulating the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cindy and Gurnam - June 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354577024650720354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9HbyTGNGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Nb3E4O9XK98/s400/cindy+and+gurnam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cindy Joon was born in June and got married in June... to a nice Indian (shoutout to Sheryl! haha), I mean, Punjabi man. Heehee ^^ This was by far the most eye-opening experience, since I've never been to a Sikh wedding before. It was cool, we donned Punjabi suits and covered our heads and witnessed her beautiful marriage in a Sikh temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354578499712235538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9IxpVKuBI/AAAAAAAAAxk/94EQ8P9Lxhw/s400/DSCN1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cindy and Gurnam performing a wedding ritual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354577029724476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9HcFMxk2I/AAAAAAAAAxc/uAl8VwDOAlY/s400/DSCN1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Punjabi-wannabes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Janenee, Chiaying, Joy, and Cindy - I am so happy that you found your other half, your companion down this long road that is life. Each of your weddings hold a special place in my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to my next question... are you starting a FAMILY soon? Hmm? Hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-5689999385633661872?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/5689999385633661872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=5689999385633661872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5689999385633661872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5689999385633661872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-weddings.html' title='Four Weddings'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Sk9GzuAJtaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/U7PZ9a2Aohg/s72-c/IMG_6588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2908415129369287002</id><published>2009-05-23T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:54:44.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kradam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A few random thoughts on AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, watch the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdrl66RI0bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vdrl66RI0bc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken AFTER the results show. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; obviously love and respect each other, so why can't the rest of the world do the same? It's astonishing and incredibly annoying that there are so many Kris-haters out there, just because Adam didn't win. If &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GLAMbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; himself has recognised that Kris is talented and said that Kris more than deserves the AI title, who are the rest of us to say otherwise? It just pisses me off so much, all of the backlash that's going on. Especially the comments that Kris has no talent at all, that Kris only won coz the homophobic portion of America only voted for him coz they didn't want Adam to win, that all the Gokey fans went and voted for Kris. How bout they stop hating Kris for just doing what he does best, and start blaming themselves for not voting enough? That said, it is just a &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; after all, and both Kris and Adam will move past it and become whatever it is they're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline: Don't take away Kris's moment in the limelight, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looked like some anime fighter character during his performance with KISS, what with those glitzy shoulderpads and his awesome makeup. Pretty! Haha... half the girls in this world wish they were as pretty as him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. KISS freaks me out. And they can't sing for nuts. They can rock though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kris Allen + Keith Urban duet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = AMAZING! Both of them jamming on their guitars... such a cute, happy little duet. I would so totally buy this single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Randy's "for me, for you" montage = LMAO. It was really funny dawg, for me, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ditto to Paula and her big words. My favourite was "visceral reaction". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got to perform with Cyndi Lauper! Cool.... the duet somehow felt a little "not in sync" though, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jason Mraz! At least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a little moment of glory there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kris Allen + Adam Lambert + Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = best performance EVAR. They really rocked it out, and looked like they were having the time of their lives doing so. That little hug in the middle of the performance, SO CUTE! We are the champions is one of the greatest songs of all time. Also, Danny Gokey - this is how a duet is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hate to admit it, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is actually growing on me. Did ya see the laugh they exchanged right before Kris had to take the stage and sing that song again? Hohoho... Bet Adam's relieved he doesn't have to sing that song. That said, the studio version is actually pretty decent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kris hugging his wife Katy at the end... incredibly sweeeeeet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a fantastic season of American Idol, I think. My favourite Final Two ever, equally deserving, and seemingly really decent people. Can't wait to see what they're up to in the years to come. The Finale Results show was perfect. Now if only the haters would stop hating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We love you Kris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2908415129369287002?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2908415129369287002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2908415129369287002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2908415129369287002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2908415129369287002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/05/kradam.html' title='Kradam'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-473635168476148219</id><published>2009-05-21T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:03:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the Land of TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... OMG &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I AM SO SO PROUD OF YOU!!! You braved the insurmountable odds (mountains and hurricanes LOL) and emerged a winner! Love, love, love. I'm just worried now... there's gotta be tremendous backlash because so many expected Adam to win. I bet there are lots of people saying that he doesn't deserve it... but he does!!! He deserves it so much... he's made it so far... I'm just. Happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has finally ended. Four seasons of pain, death, conspiracies, turmoil... and it has finally ended. The ending was bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gonna start a downloading spree tonight. And no, it's not a show where little girls play with dolls. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am here to pimp another NEW show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clickety-click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qeK0GFZUXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qeK0GFZUXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a new TV series about a bunch of misfits (and a quarterback) whose love for singing and dancing bring them together. The story seems rather like High School Musical on the surface - popular guy finds out that he can sing and enjoys it... a girl with amazing talent who can't quite fit in... it is that, minus the cheesiness and goody-two-shoes vibe of HSM. It's produced by the guy who created Nip/Tuck, after all. I felt inexplicably drawn to the show after watching the trailer above and proceeded to download the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lovin' it! I love the singing - they have such a talented cast... I love the smooth production numbers... I like the quirky offbeat humour... Can't hardly wait for the next episode, which will only come out in FALLLLLLL... sometime in September/October... such a long dreary wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT PEOPLE GO WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch the AI Finale! WOOOOOT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-473635168476148219?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/473635168476148219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=473635168476148219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/473635168476148219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/473635168476148219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/05/gleeeeee.html' title='Gleeeeee!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-5984225048719725424</id><published>2009-05-08T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:19:50.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Allen FTW + Heroes Season 3 finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Be Warned: Massive Fangirling ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh hello blog, I've been neglecting you for far too long! So the month of May is afoot, and there is more fangirling to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First things first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kris Allen FTW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't care what the judges say... Kris deserves to be in the Top 3. He had practically no air time during the audition rounds... yet he came out of nowhere during the semis and surprised us week after week with consistent performances, and really, just stole our hearts with his heartfelt renditions of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To Make You Feel My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It doesn't hurt that he plays both guitar and the piano. It doesn't hurt that he has puppydog eyes and a smile so sweet it could melt the coldest heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Fangirling much? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as much as I know that Adam is the more entertaining performer (with superior vocal pipes), I still think (and feel) (and believe with full conviction) that Kris is the one that connects most with the audience. That emotional lilt in his voice... that can't be faked. (Or maybe it's just my hormones, hoho) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yes, I am completely a Kris fan. And what Kris fan would I be without posting up PICTURES??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468875786466770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJr0HatdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/5tDUgNFbHpE/s400/kris1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kris in a suit. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468888757835218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJskcCFdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6xVQxU4aE3A/s400/kris3.png" border="0" /&gt;Kris and wife - what a cute couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468894866892418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJs7Mi5oI/AAAAAAAAAtE/CykMMQtv3NA/s400/kris4.png" border="0" /&gt;Kris and guitar... HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't loved someone on Idol this much since... Elliot Yamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heroes Season 3 Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have yet to watch the finale of season 3, don't read the rest of this post if you don't wanna be spoiled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have two comments to make and two photos to post about the finale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. How freaking HOT was Peter Petrelli?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, I loved it when Peter was depowered - he was all earnest and brave and noble. But man... when Peter is powerful... he just radiates HOTNESS. Haha... I know, not very coherent, it's the hormones talking, you see. ;) That smirk on his face, the slight huskiness of his voice... I just. Wow. The scene where he jammed the needle into Sylar and said "betcha didn't know I took that power from you huh"... I watched that scene at least 5 times. Now... gaze upon the countenance of badass Peter in a leather jacket and fire illuminating his face... woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468902438466322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJtXZv8xI/AAAAAAAAAtM/6S2SVXn3LMs/s400/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. On a sadder and less hormonal note... RIP Nathan. :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad, sad, insignificant way to die. What is sadder is that he had just stopped being the complete ass he was throughout the whole of volume 4... to have him die that way... And not even to be mourned properly because the people who matter (Peter and Claire) don't even know he is dead.... and to have freaking mummy-issues-SYLAR be brainwashed into thinking he is Nathan. Blearghhhhh. Real Nathan, the one who sacrificed himself to fly his brother up into the sky in season 1... the Nathan that I grew to love, is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333468907422020338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJtp968vI/AAAAAAAAAtU/6tlCFt70VkA/s400/nathan+dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sniffles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I still can't wait for Season 4, Volume 5. Waiting with bated breath, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a little ashamed to admit that I've finished the entire Twilight book series. Haha... it can't be compared (ever) to the brilliance of Harry Potter, of course... but part of me enjoyed it. Haha. Not too big a fan of the overtly-sappy Edward/Bella romance. But I must say that there are two characters that I really really like (and almost love): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jasper and Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like tortured characters with a tragic past... Jasper is one such character. His love for Alice, or rather, their love for each other, feels the most real. Anyway the point of this is not to go into a discourse about Jasper, but to also say that Jasper is HOT! Look at this pic of the movie!Jasper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333469030755906834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJ01bAtRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/YtXmg4GXCB8/s400/jasper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Vampire love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG I think my IQ just dropped 10 points from the sheer fangirlyness and shallowness of this post. Sheryl... think I've managed to rival your fangirly post. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess approaching the age of 26 hasn't diminished my fangirlyness at all. One thing about being this age though... my metabolism is finally FAILING me. I haven't changed my diet or exercise patterns at all (that is to say, I still eat a lot and don't exercise at all)... and yet, I'm putting on weight. Sigh. What a sad, sad fact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life goes on. And I shall go on eating and not exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mummy's birthday tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... happy birthday shoutout to the most important woman in my life! Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-5984225048719725424?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/5984225048719725424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=5984225048719725424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5984225048719725424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5984225048719725424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allen-ftw-heroes-season-3-finale.html' title='Kris Allen FTW + Heroes Season 3 finale'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SgRJr0HatdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/5tDUgNFbHpE/s72-c/kris1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2830318634597225361</id><published>2009-04-12T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:44:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves me</title><content type='html'>I've done things I'm not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I am frequently selfish, arrogant and unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I know,&lt;br /&gt;that despite all this,&lt;br /&gt;however undeserving I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;God loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, of all days, reminds me of that unwavering truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2830318634597225361?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2830318634597225361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2830318634597225361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2830318634597225361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2830318634597225361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-loves-me.html' title='God loves me'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7248829701318015001</id><published>2009-04-06T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:21:10.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Japan has...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321597272378412370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SdochjHNjVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/kAR9YgM3DhU/s400/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi-coloured Elmos! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freaky! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back from Japan, love love loved it. Will be blogging about my travels through another blog - &lt;a href="http://ever-wandering-heart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ever-wandering-heart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Because, you know, I uh... wander a lot. Hah. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7248829701318015001?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7248829701318015001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7248829701318015001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7248829701318015001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7248829701318015001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SdochjHNjVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/kAR9YgM3DhU/s72-c/DSCN0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-5270743910519971598</id><published>2009-03-18T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:18:52.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Grand Ole Opry week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Simple and Heartfelt, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this season of American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so inspired by the beautiful performances this week that I just had to blog about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that Grand Ole Opry week - Country week, could be such a good week for so many singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realise about American Idol judges (especially Kara) is that a lot of them like that Climax, the Glory Note at the end of the song, the Huge, Strong, Powerful vocals. I like those powerful Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey-type songs also lah, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but sometimes the quiet, heartfelt performances, stripped down to nothing but the singing voice and the raw emotion... those are the performances that resonate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week we had many of those! I like! So nice...... *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to embed some Youtube videos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top 3 fave performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Kris Allen - To Make You Feel My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oqLb4Hmxsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oqLb4Hmxsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG one of the most beautiful, romantic performances I've seen on American Idol. Of course it helps that he has adorable, droopy eyes and smooooth vocals. So quiet and simple, yet so mesmerizing... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Anoop Desai - You Were Always On My Mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZfb7H4JlWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZfb7H4JlWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoooooop! I've liked Anoop since the very beginning... great to see him redeem himself from the Michael Jackson week. I love this song, love his rendition of it, love the emotion behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Matt Giraud - So Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x68_XNj-uoM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x68_XNj-uoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah he has mad piano skillz. Another performance that resonated with me... Really like the slightly husky tone of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's number 4 on my list this week?&lt;br /&gt;That would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :) Could really see his faith shine through. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on the other performers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The ones I didn't quite like:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Sarver&lt;/strong&gt; - kinda bland. The kind of country music I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis Grace&lt;/strong&gt; - I remember Brooke White singing Jolene last season, and I remember really liking her performance. Alexis seemed kinda unnatural... almost fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott MacIntrye&lt;/strong&gt; - I actually like Scott and think he's an amazing individual. But his performances kinda sound the same week after week... don't know if he has what it takes to advance in this competition, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The ones I quite liked:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison Iraheta&lt;/strong&gt; - Rock chick can sing country too! I like Alison, so mature for her 16 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;/strong&gt; - RnB chick can sing country too! Not as bad as the judges made it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan Joy&lt;/strong&gt; - I like her quirky style lah. Don't quite like her jerky arm movements, but I actually enjoy her voice and her offbeat performances. She's quite the contradiction -- she's so pretty but she has this hugeass tattoo on her arm, she looks like a pop singer but she just marches to her own tune. Entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/strong&gt; - Haha... love it or hate it, his performance is the one everyone's talking about. He's SO unabashedly flamboyant... I was kinda entertained. It was a weird performance though... the good kind of weird. I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- long-winded rambling ends here ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man it's gonna be tough to watch eliminations every week... there are so many contestants that I like!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ah, Reality TV, you are my best friend. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-5270743910519971598?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/5270743910519971598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=5270743910519971598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5270743910519971598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/5270743910519971598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-grand-ole-opry-week.html' title='American Idol Grand Ole Opry week'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2648945947495235308</id><published>2009-03-10T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:52:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On my desktop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311569087322307122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SbZ78WnKujI/AAAAAAAAAaE/43XF96H0H-s/s400/sakura+to+fujisan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't Hardly Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2648945947495235308?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2648945947495235308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2648945947495235308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2648945947495235308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2648945947495235308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/03/desktop.html' title='desktop'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SbZ78WnKujI/AAAAAAAAAaE/43XF96H0H-s/s72-c/sakura+to+fujisan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1717781918302822353</id><published>2009-02-14T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:34:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, and I am&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673538270354354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SZbhfQB327I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Mw7fZxZXJwc/s400/nino+ryusei+cap.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A certain Japanese man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673546554961442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SZbhfu5E7iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2TNnCGM2XXY/s400/nino+out+of+bed+look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who even rocks the just-got-out-of-bed look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673543314974370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SZbhfi0mpqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ng4dKyaBqH0/s400/nino+on+guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who plays guitar. I love guitar players.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673540174491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SZbhfXH2sVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/J8kFeKLWiAc/s400/nino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*swoon*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1717781918302822353?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1717781918302822353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1717781918302822353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1717781918302822353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1717781918302822353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SZbhfQB327I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Mw7fZxZXJwc/s72-c/nino+ryusei+cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7157080247120622239</id><published>2009-01-18T17:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:45:30.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryuusei no Kizuna + Ninomiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;流星の絆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryuusei no Kizuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;roughly translated as "bound by shooting stars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633527153447058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2JsBN0JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pkF46I-H0KM/s400/top_main1017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It figures that my first post of the year is about Japanese dramas and Japanese men. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it, I have to rave about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this Japanese drama I've been watching - about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3 orphans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whose parents were murdered a long time ago, while they were out of the house watching a meteor shower. The kids vow to find the murderer one day and avenge their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633525721028450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2Jmrs12I/AAAAAAAAAYI/utxtp7So1Fs/s400/ariake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward 14 years later, the Ariake siblings (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kouichi, Taisuke and Shizuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) are all in their twenties, and the murderer has not been found. One day Taisuke sees a man who instantly reminds him of the suspicious man he saw sneaking out of their back door the night their parents were murdered. They begin to collect evidence on this man and plot their revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633531553408962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2J8aP58I/AAAAAAAAAYY/aatx6Svd37Q/s400/Ryusei_no_Kizuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I suck at giving synopses, but that's the gist of it. The series (10 episodes only, sadly) is at once moving, suspenseful, funny, nostalgic and unbelievably sad. I found myself rewatching certain scenes over and over again coz they were just that good. I don't know why, but this drama struck a chord with me -&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; maybe it's the strong bond between the siblings, maybe it's the constant flashbacks and the thought of what could have been, maybe I'm just a sucker for tortured souls with a sad past...&lt;/span&gt; I just loved every moment, every heartfelt scene, every ounce of anger and grief those three formidable actors displayed when the murderer was revealed. I was and still am very very moved. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not many dramas can tug at your heartstrings that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it didn't hurt that the drama contained such eye candy - I mean - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ninomiya Kazunari, Toda Erika and Nishikido Ryo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? So much pretty, I don't even know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633796637156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2ZX7I4tI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qkZJ7HJWeYw/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some talented person made a very nice trailer of the drama. Watch, watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqYEaT5Lv-A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqYEaT5Lv-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you still doing here? Go and watch the drama already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second part of this post is where I rave about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;a certain Japanese man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so Nishikido Ryo's no stranger to this blog... I mentioned him in my last post... I love him in all the shows he's in... but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ninomiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the one who acted as the eldest brother - he just blew me away. His acting in Ryuusei no Kizuna was so good that he completely overshadowed the others. His expressions of anger, bitterness and profound sadness...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633534295040178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2KGn54LI/AAAAAAAAAYg/B0xyE0GjBTk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny that he has acting chops... he even played a main role in Letters from Iwo Jima (directed by Clint Eastwood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out that he's a pretty good singer too! Please, I beg of you, watch the following video... this song is so sad and heartbreaking it almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nino - 痕跡 &lt;em&gt;(Konseki -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Scar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he wrote the song himself too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDKky5usRwg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDKky5usRwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are just... wow. To think that he wrote the song himself... just... wow. (Keeping in mind that some things get lost in translation... I'm sure in Japanese it's even more awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;消えぬ 消えぬ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lingering, lingering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;五月雨のあと 乾かぬ涙の痕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the early summer rain, remains of tears that can’t be wiped away…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;消せぬ 消せぬ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Inerasable, inerasable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;闇夜に浮かぶ 愛しき人の影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My beloved's shadow floats in the dark of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;夕焼け川原を歩いてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strolling along the river banks at sunset,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;君と一緒に笑顔つれて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing together with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;今日の晩ご飯何にしょう?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shall we do for dinner tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;少さな すごく少さな普通の幸せ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a small and normal blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死んでいったあなたは 僕の心に沈みて生きた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though you have died, you live on within my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他の人を愛しても&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could fall in love with another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;他の人でしかありません&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there is no one but you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾度となく季節またいでも&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how many seasons I struggle through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;本当は離れては 消えるのが怖くて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m afraid of letting it go, letting it disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;すみれを見つめ この花キレイ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gaze at violets, what a pretty flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;でもいつかは枯れるのね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know that someday it will wilt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;時は夕暮れ 朱に交わると&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is now evening, if I touch the crimson waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水面に2人残して&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of us remain on the water’s surface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;影は影を重ねて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadow heaped upon shadow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1つになるのを恐れて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m afraid of being alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;気づくのが 遅しと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I realised it too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水面に1人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only one person remained on the water’s surface&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;あの日埋めた心の種は&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seed that was planted in my heart that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二十日すぎ芽吹きました&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sprouted twenty days later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;姿かたち違えど変わらぬ愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In appearance and form it is different, but my love is unchanged…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;優しい光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gentle light…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard such a sad and moving song in a long while. It is my new favourite song of 2009! I am going to memorise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nino - 虹&lt;em&gt;(Niji -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Rainbow)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;in which he plays the piano beautifully, tenderly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvB9AfwnjIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvB9AfwnjIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's these really pretty lines at the end of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;虹がきれいだよ&lt;br /&gt;いいア、オマエのほうが...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah, Nino's my new favourite Japanese actor of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;shameless fangirling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh who am I kidding... here's another picture to end the post.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633543838711138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2KqLSvWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VDl-DmDe5hs/s400/nino1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;二の　かわいい！！！　私は　大すき&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7157080247120622239?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7157080247120622239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7157080247120622239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7157080247120622239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7157080247120622239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryuusei-no-kizuna-ninomiya.html' title='Ryuusei no Kizuna + Ninomiya'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SXM2JsBN0JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pkF46I-H0KM/s72-c/top_main1017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1727587375795906682</id><published>2008-12-28T14:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:48:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://yourgen.com/temp-images/1/782/glitter-sparkle-123045224274091.gif" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forgive the bling, felt the need to decorate my blog with some festive cheer! Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So since it's the end of 2008, I thought I'd make use of this nice long weekend to write a post about the things I'm thankful for, from A-Z. Beware! The things I'm thankful for range from serious to flighty to completely ridiculous. ^^ MOOhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ustralia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284742641669647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctbs4UK2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/p3NZV9mAv3s/s400/DSCN3899.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That beautiful country, my home of four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;abies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roly poly, cute and cuddly... Like the one that's gonna pop out of Linda any time soon! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;olleagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284742640099314098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctbnB6ybI/AAAAAAAAAWY/m7YIT3mk7SM/s400/karaoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thank you for making my work life that much better and richer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eep-fried food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken, tofu, squid, mushrooms, cheese... *drool* Thanks for clogging my arteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;x-housemates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284742648525770866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctcGa8UHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QcLLO-chN9o/s400/singapore+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Townhouse 4 rocks! Haha. Miss you two and the crazy things we used to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;amily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284742654591097410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctcdBB2kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vMNXp9BGces/s400/DSCN4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love my noisy, constantly-squabbling family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Whom I owe everything. Thank You God for your grace and love, and for the lessons you've taught me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;igh school friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284742653612757042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctcZXxkDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/tR6tDQyBEmo/s400/those+were+the+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For Janenee who is now Married! And for Chiaying who is about to get Married! How time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;cecream &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745075994029522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcvpZcebdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZnaqVaeLhN8/s400/DSCN3871.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Couldn't resist. Had to put a picture of myself here. Strawberry and Bailey's - Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;apanese class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745081349799170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcvptZY_QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/STLLzP8XwyA/s400/Japanese+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt; にほんご　の　べんきょう　は　おもしろくて、　たのしかった　です！　わたし　は　だいすき！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;akkoii anime characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745091391499506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcvqSzhLPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4x43pB70WZ8/s400/kakkoii.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They're so hot! Haha. Kei, Kyou, Kyouya, Kakashi... かっこいい！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That one emotion that makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;usic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The world would be much less colourful without music . Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ishikido Ryo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745093436752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcvqabJQ2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/P9AFRxPtoBg/s400/nishikido.jpg" border="0" /&gt; SO hot! See what I mean by flighty reasons? Heehee. The next one is flighty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;guri Shun&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745099614327554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcvqxb_kwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/23VyqxRQHZI/s400/220px-OguriShun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SO hot too! Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;otatoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy. I love them mashed, boiled, hashed, fried, braised, sauteed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uarter-life crises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yes, thank God that I reached the ripe old age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ed pandas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284747490659850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcx18xq2LI/AAAAAAAAAX4/D0n6V7fdFvM/s400/i+is+vegetarian.bmp" border="0" /&gt; OMG SOOO adorable!!! I WANT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's therapeutic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;V series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Heroes, Prison Break, Pushing Daisies, Big Bang Theory, a multitude of Jap dramas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a memorable trip... and the fall of a life time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;entimiglia, Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284747475169586802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcx1DEgLnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Be__ytRF9Dg/s400/milo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My favourite actor of all time... puppy-eyed Milo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;eddings &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284747494447608802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcx2K4vc-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/_9Q4lrFKVHk/s400/DSCN3769.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So many this past year and more in the year to come! Can't wait! しあわせ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;tra cheese on Domino's pizzas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin-crust classified chicken with the special garlic cream sauce... Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reading through this incredibly longwinded post. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;zzs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284747480282250338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVcx1WHdPGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z9KJgX7KkO4/s400/yawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love sleep!!! Moohaha don't you love this picture of my daddy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's my thankyou list this year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh 2009, what do you have in store for me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see! たのしみ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See you in 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1727587375795906682?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1727587375795906682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1727587375795906682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1727587375795906682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1727587375795906682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-ends.html' title='2008 ends'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SVctbs4UK2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/p3NZV9mAv3s/s72-c/DSCN3899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6164966380611830280</id><published>2008-11-29T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:51:18.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Of weddings and such...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Janenee's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wedding was beautiful, as expected. :) Don't have many pics, as a bridesmaid's duty is to carry flowers, arrange the bride's dress and make sure she doesn't trip, attend to the bride's needs... no time to take pictures, nor the space to stow a camera in my dress. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just two pics then, the rest when I get them from Janenee when she gets them from the photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274074307533435586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/STFGo7OLcsI/AAAAAAAAARM/kKiatim9Fjc/s400/DSCN3774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Twirl me around ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274074310183863666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/STFGpFGFxXI/AAAAAAAAARU/JBu-dHxbXT8/s400/DSCN3768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me and the cheeky little flower girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Let's write in Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;わたし は しゅじん と こども が いちばん ほしい です.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I love the fact that I can now write in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what I am saying... hehe... that's for me to know and you to (not) find out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;じゃ ね!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6164966380611830280?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6164966380611830280/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8094403122921731913</id><published>2008-11-02T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:38:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The J.M.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wheeeeee I'm going off to Melbourne for almost 2 weeks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holiday holiday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways... this post is not about that... it is about~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talented singer-songwriter types that share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. a penchant for writing amazingly beautiful and uplifting songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. the initials J.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are, in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. The soulful J.M. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066383860616066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SQ24fGQWS4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HyBwYtj1UJM/s400/james-morrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;soulful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I love his songs...&lt;br /&gt;his latest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You Make It Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much craziness surrounding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's so much going on it gets hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All my faith has gone you bring it back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You make it real for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my head is strong but my heart is weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm full of hurricanes and uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I can find the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You teach my heart to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You make it real for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Th&lt;strong&gt;e Pieces Don't Fit Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is one of my all-time favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. The smart-ass J.M. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066389530209058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SQ24fbYFayI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k5ovKWZ9sIo/s400/Jason_Mraz_-_I%27m_Yours.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His songs always put a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has to be the most catchy song on the radio right now. I can play it over and over again and still not get sick of it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is another cute one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though the breezes through the trees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky to have been where I ave been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky we're in love in everyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky to be coming home some day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody together now! &lt;em&gt;I won't hesitate, no more, no more, it cannot wait... I'm yours&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. The guitar-toting J.M. -&lt;/span&gt; John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066392816433762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SQ24fnnlOmI/AAAAAAAAARE/5hCGaryUAGA/s400/john+mayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He rocks the acoustic guitar like nobody can man... Very nice songs... I especially like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking like a one man army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fighting with the shadows in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Living out the same old moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Knowing you'd be better off instead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you could only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Say what you need to say [x8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have no fear for giving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have no fear for giving over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'd better know that in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Its better to say too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then never say what you need to say again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their songs. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm going and I'm gone! Byebye Malaysia... will post (with tons of pics) when I get back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8094403122921731913?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8094403122921731913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8094403122921731913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8094403122921731913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8094403122921731913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/11/jm.html' title='JM'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SQ24fGQWS4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HyBwYtj1UJM/s72-c/james-morrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6649050664702650497</id><published>2008-10-08T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:18:17.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes s03e04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh Noes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what's happening in&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... before I go all thinky and verbose over yesterday's Heroes episode, I just want to say that I LOVE Sheldon from Big Bang Theory! He is SO adorably socially-challenged! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for Heroes. I really loved some parts of Episode 4. But some parts have such foreboding for future episodes that I am... a little scared and nervous about what is going to happen to my Precious Peter (and some other characters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I liked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Two Peters on screen at the same time! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815907705359010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbOhLZiqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rb839mdAu30/s400/two+peters.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nosebleed* Haha. So super cool. And, haha. Milo had to go shirtless again in this episode. The writer's can't resist writing scenes where he has to be shirtless. :p I'm not complaining... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Matt and Daphne and Molly and new baby! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815910940093666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbOtOnrOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i3W5rJPyM0E/s400/family.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this happy little family scenario was cute. Though it seems like Matt is WAAAY older than Daphne, I really liked their relationship and I really believed it. She's so spunky - even though she's supposedly "one of them" right now, I'm really liking her and she's definitely not evil, just misguided. Molly! Adorable. New baby! Super adorable. I liked their conversations... and the wordplay about her ability... that she needs to "slow down" and... at the end... that she "wasn't fast enough". I'm completely sold on this story line. More more more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Hiro and Ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how Hiro realised that he needed Ando's help and has only gotten this far with Ando's help. I like that Ando defended Hiro in front of manipulative Mama Petrelli (though Hiro deserved some scolding lah - he basically single-handedly delivered the formula into the enemy's hands). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Sylar and little Noah &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815914652279362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbO7DrIkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ie97DasDmi8/s400/gabriel+and+noah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man I can't wait to find out why Sylar named his son after Mr Bennett and why he's living in Mr Bennett's house. And who's the mother?! (some ppl are speculating that it's Elle... hmm). It's kinda surreal, and I think they are redeeming him way too much, but I really enjoyed the sweet scenes between Sylar and Noah. And also, Sylar feeding Mr Muggles~! Ahaha adorable. Little Noah is a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Nathan and Tracy&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815914918886338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbO8DPO8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/HTrerWfIZSY/s400/superman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww superman! Haha. I really like these two together. Tracy is more compelling a character than Nikki and the two of them have amazing chemistry together. Can't wait to see more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I am torn about/don't like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. The revelation that Sylar was only evil coz of his power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think this is a big cop out - too easy a way to redeem him. I can deal with the fact that they wanted to redeem him (and would've eventually redeemed him) coz Zachary Quinto is an amazing actor and coz Sylar has legions and legions of fans... but if this is completely true it implies that Peter, who is the heart of the show, who is the show's moral compass, can become as completely corrupted as Sylar. Which, in my heart of hearts I believe can never be true. It implies that essentially, Peter and Sylar are the same. This cannot be! Sylar's behaviour had to also be influenced by his own need to be SpEcIaL and also his general temperament which is obviously darker than Peter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Peter slicing Nathan's head open &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254815917381018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbPFOQY6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/zrClMqeFIxU/s400/o_Onathan.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. How is this even possible lah, tell me? The season 1 finale was centered around the bond between Peter and Nathan. I can conceive future Peter shooting Nathan... but I cannot conceive that present Peter would ever go as far as that. I know they are trying to show that Sylar's power comes with a "hunger that cannot be controlled"...... but still! Going way too far to prove their point man. Way too far. What are they doing to my poor Peter? &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Character assassination to the max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so so worried for Peter right now. How is he going to deal with this "hunger"? OMG I hate that word already. GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. The negativity shall end here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOOOOOHAHA &lt;strong&gt;Mohinder = Lizard!&lt;/strong&gt; No longer pretty! Pretty scaly though. MOOHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pic of Mo coz that's just gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nite nite. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6649050664702650497?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6649050664702650497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=6649050664702650497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6649050664702650497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6649050664702650497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/10/heroes-s03e04.html' title='heroes s03e04'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOzbOhLZiqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rb839mdAu30/s72-c/two+peters.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2453962581232893296</id><published>2008-10-06T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:03:52.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two blog posts in two days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa, I have no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254038215192053074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOoX62zZhVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FpF-2vvFGd4/s400/Heroes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I figured that since tomorrow I"ll be getting my weekly Heroes fix, it would be good to post up a few random thoughts about Heroes S03E03, namely:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG Mama Petrelli is EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylar: "What's she going to do to me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Petrelli: *paws creepily at her beloved son and whispers* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Feed you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BWAT?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I feel a little guilty about this, but I admit that I really really enjoyed the scenes where Sylar and HRG (I love HRG and his morally grey code!) were working together. Kick Ass man! But Sylar is far from redeemable... far far from it, as evidenced by the early departure of Sound-Wave-Dude! Waaa poor poor Francis Capra... he was in... two episodes? Haha. Better than none I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am loving Matt in Africa. Love the new African dude... he's so mysterious and calm and cooool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter's back! Yaay yaay yaay! How cute was it that he was trying his best to convince the cold blooded villains that they "don't have to do this"? Heehee. So so cute and hopeful and cute and adorable. Okay okay I stop gushing now. And... "we can come back at night, when there are no people". *LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the icing on the cake was that Stupid Mohinder and Stupid Maya didn't appear at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moohaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the next episode, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where Future and Present Peter travel to the dark gloomy future... together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Peters on the screen at the same time?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2453962581232893296?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2453962581232893296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2453962581232893296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2453962581232893296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2453962581232893296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-blog-posts-in-two-days-whoa-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOoX62zZhVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FpF-2vvFGd4/s72-c/Heroes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-589342548946319908</id><published>2008-10-05T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:57:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wurdle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wordle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG I'm so sad that my Five-Day-Holiday is now coming to an end! In less than 12 hours I will be back to work, slugging away hour after hour. *whine whine whine*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today, coz I am Bo-Liao, and I like pretty things, and I like words, I spent hours in front of the comp making little word clouds using &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;Wordle: *Clicky*&lt;/a&gt;. It's really simple... just enter a cluster of words... and they generate little word clouds in various pretty colours, pretty fonts and pretty arrangements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're so pretty! Look at mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I crave for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677615843886690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9NjLxmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Cx8xi08IdDM/s400/i+crave.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677614780177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9Jlk3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F-LCAYIoUXs/s400/i+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what happens when you insert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the entire contents of your blogpost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(as you can see, I say Haha a lot. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677617332871090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9TGL37I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SriWYx_2C5I/s400/london2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In white...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677616388280610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9Pk-kSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0zkk9v8LB7s/s400/london1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On Heroes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677622156539858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9lEPN9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YxjY44HIaL8/s400/Heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waxing lyrical about Peter Petrelli...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679416568706802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjRmBxb9vI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jZMoYbaeyDs/s400/peter+petrelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My limited Japanese vocabulary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679416203396546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjRmAaVxcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A-Gs4BCN2_0/s400/Nihon-go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On political sentiments...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679423428705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjRmbU_PnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vKTFMoZHZVw/s400/Malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;forth&lt;/a&gt; and have lots of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-589342548946319908?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/589342548946319908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=589342548946319908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/589342548946319908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/589342548946319908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/10/wurdle.html' title='Wurdle!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SOjP9NjLxmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Cx8xi08IdDM/s72-c/i+crave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8290310527374882047</id><published>2008-09-29T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:20:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv blabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heroes is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is complete!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, not that I need Heroes in my life for it to be complete... really. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not in the mood to wax lyrical and be all descriptive, so just some thoughts on the last two episodes of Heroes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Be forewarned! You are now entering into spoiler territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts categorised randomly:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mohinder, thou art dungufied:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You would think it wouldn't be possible for Mohinder to get even stupider than he was in the previous seasons. Well you thought wrong!!! Of all the stupid things to do, this one just takes the cake man. But then again... he's so pretty we'd pretty much almost-forgive him for it... This season, instead of starting it off with Shirtless Peter Petrelli (which would be SO much better), they started it off with Shirtless Mohinder. Haha, which I suppose is supposed to distract us from the fact that for a supposed genetic scientist, he is being incredibly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S T U P I D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maya sleeps around:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maya's only been on the show for one season, and she's already slept with TWO characters? Aiyoyo where are they going with her character? Is she nothing but eyecandy and the occasionally weepy death-bringer?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Future Peter/Present Peter/Weevil?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oooh hot brooding powerful scarfaced Future Peter is back! (No one's complaining man) A little jaded, a little dark, and that scene at the beginning with dark-haired Claire was fantastic... but what happened to my poor little idealistic puppy-eyed Peter? Stuck in the body of Weevil? Looking into the face of Elle, who just so happens to be Veronica Mars? Ahahah surreal. I worry for Present Peter... for he is about to witness evil as he has never known it before... how can his warm and fuzzy heart take it? *gives bearhug*&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445462716105810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SODh0zKHxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/C3yzpyttb58/s400/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;scarface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Speaking of Elle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Elle! Without her emotionally distant father, she might fare better than she's had all this while. She's just a lost little girl who wants attention/affection/some form of reciprocation. I hope she finds a father figure in Mr Bennett (coolest daddy in the world!). Aaah all these Vmars characters! When will Jason Dohring be roped into Heroes too? As Elle's love interest! Hahah that would be the perfect conclusion to VMars that never gave us a perfect conclusion. *gripes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mama Petrelli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. HELL? Mother of SYLAR??? She sure was busy in her youth! This is just sad coz... hello.... Nathan = &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;! Peter = &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;! Sylar = PSYCHOTIC DELUSIONAL KILLER of DOOM! She balances so precariously on the thin line between good and evil... occasionally the cold delusional control freak, occasionally the concerned mother... I don't geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Claire's brains:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I literally stopped breathing during the cat and mouse chase scene through the house. And Sylar poking at her brains like that. Eww eww eww. And the detached scalp? Eww eww eww. But these scenes also allowed for the funniest line in the episode: "eat your brain, Claire? That's disgusting." Ahahaha that's an answer to a long-unanswered question... Now we know that Claire can most probably live forever. Cool beans. But SYLAR? Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Hiro and Ando arc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa they're not tearing that cute little friendship apart?! I think in the future, Ando is the good one and Hiro has somehow mistakenly "gone to the dark side". Who knows? Twists abound! I like the Speedster... she's cool. Though she's kinda bad at this moment. Who knows? Twists abound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251446356361188754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SODio0PtlZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2Kubjs0-LaE/s400/hiro+daphne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ali Larter will never leave the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She will just keep dying and coming on as an entirely different character, because, apparently, in Heroes, anything can work. Not sure how to feel about her new Ice Queen-ish character... seems like she's cut out to be one of the "evil" ones, if Mama Petrelli's prophetic dream is anything to go by...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate Linderman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he's doing here. Does Nathan have some sort of Psychological disorder too? Man I thought he was gone for good. Stupid whitebearded crap-spewing old man. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Level 5 arc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool arc, and the villains are possibly creepier than Sylar. Right now I really hate the pyro dude... he was just burning someone to death for no reason man. At least Sylar kills for a purpose - to gain powers. This guy just does it in the name of sadistic fun. I'm interested to know what Peter can do in Jesse Spencer's (sound manipulation dude) body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still love Nathan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completely won me over in the first season finale and my love for him will never die! Haha. And I really hope he doesn't have some sort of psych disorder, and I really hope he doesn't veer off the path of being the good man and brother that Peter needs him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A turtle saved Matt's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee, too funny, when Matt was talking to the turtle. Poor Matt, he's always getting himself into all sorts of situations. Now Africa?! Hehe. I like the African painter-prophet much more than I liked Isaac. This is interesting. Whee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445463306600066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SODh01W5_oI/AAAAAAAAAOg/g5n3mZB87s0/s400/claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;badass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next episode, which, if my Internet decides to cooperate, will be ready for watching by tomorrow evening! *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love Heroes with the fire of a thousand suns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyenow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8290310527374882047?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8290310527374882047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8290310527374882047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8290310527374882047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8290310527374882047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/09/tv-blabber.html' title='tv blabber'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SODh0zKHxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/C3yzpyttb58/s72-c/peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2800163118952062782</id><published>2008-09-21T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:52:32.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SNZeoHbd9FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eHlA0rNmCts/s1600-h/helping+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248486459028927570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SNZeoHbd9FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eHlA0rNmCts/s400/helping+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would care to know my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would care to feel my hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would choose to light the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For my ever wandering heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not because of who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But because of what You've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not because of what I've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But because of who You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vapor in the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And You've told me who I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would call out through the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And calm the storm in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not because of who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But because of what You've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not because of what I've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But because of who You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am a flower quickly fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vapor in the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And You've told me who I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2800163118952062782?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2800163118952062782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2800163118952062782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2800163118952062782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2800163118952062782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SNZeoHbd9FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/eHlA0rNmCts/s72-c/helping+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1322441931653370345</id><published>2008-09-13T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:36:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tripdown memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let's take a little trip down memory lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245447727549157058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS6qhyjsI/AAAAAAAAANU/kLImypD0BmY/s400/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Four years in the land down under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245447726426222818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS6mWD8OI/AAAAAAAAANc/Soay4LIEOE4/s400/how+i+miss+australia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Scenes that take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245447731687977666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS658j8sI/AAAAAAAAANs/JUWhVEO2X_A/s400/shades+of+blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shades of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245447736116618386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS7KcbpJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8UEaP0gX9Ec/s400/the+toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Toys that have travelled far and wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245447729841474786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS6zEUjOI/AAAAAAAAANk/vDSlSq1Im0c/s400/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The crazy things you do after completing your thesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245449169671172162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuUOm2eMEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DSfe3Dxg-Io/s400/through+the+years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friends that have grown with me throughout the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2002-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A golden era of memories that will be with me till I'm old and gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1322441931653370345?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1322441931653370345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1322441931653370345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1322441931653370345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1322441931653370345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/09/tripdown-memory-lane.html' title='tripdown memory lane'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SMuS6qhyjsI/AAAAAAAAANU/kLImypD0BmY/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6512052217706136689</id><published>2008-09-01T16:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:13:14.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September loves me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello, September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know why I love September?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Reasons:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240971078108870882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLurbXzGeOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XIuphTjP02s/s400/heroes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;More Peter! More Nathan! More Hiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240976721979228786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLuwj42pwnI/AAAAAAAAANM/SUlDZBafu0Q/s400/prison+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;More angst and suspense from Michael Scofield and co.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240971588540020850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLur5FTXuHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_cNbh5tVeB4/s400/bigbang.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;More neuroses, funny quips and geeky love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240971446132778850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLurwyy1p2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hZSWs7yLess/s400/daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;More deathly resurrections and silent pining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaah can't wait for Heroes, Prison Break, Big Bang Theory and Pushing Daisies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time coming! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*whee* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*flounces off* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6512052217706136689?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6512052217706136689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=6512052217706136689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6512052217706136689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6512052217706136689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-loves-me.html' title='September loves me!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLurbXzGeOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/XIuphTjP02s/s72-c/heroes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2231729965150774015</id><published>2008-08-25T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:59:07.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twenty-Five.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow, I've lived a quarter of a century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wow, I sound so old, saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time for a quarter-life crisis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like I've been veering on two ends of the extreme since August 21st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went from stuffing my face like a glutton to fasting for 30 hours at the 30 hour famine back to stuffing my face like a glutton again.&lt;/span&gt; :) No more fasting though. Gonna break the cycle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Thursday, mummy, bro and I went on a binge-fest at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bubba Gump Shrimp &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238441461762307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLKuwUkFNWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRapBkG4j4I/s400/bubbagump+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy looking pretty, Wen Shi acting cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ze food, behold ze wonderful, amazing, scrumpleecious fooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238441300895688482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLKum9SfZyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E2SSmWG0DOE/s400/bubbagump+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Clockwise from top left]&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Grilled barramundi fish and shrimp in Bourbon sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, served on a bed of mashed potatoes and tortilla chips - Amazingly good. I'm not usually a big fan of fish, but this was fan-freaking-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cajun shrimp and garlic bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My favourite dish - the prawns are succulent, salty and spicy. Best garlic bread I've ever had. And I've had a LOT of garlic bread. Especially good when dipped in the cajun spices/chili oil in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shrimp scampi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Linguini tossed with lemon butter sauce, shrimp and capers - MMM. It's like aglio olio, with lemon butter as the substitute to olive oil. Oily cheesy buttery goodness.&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry lemonade and mango sparkler drinks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Perfect antidotes to a heavy meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a note: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Scrumpleecious = scrumptious + delicious&lt;/span&gt;, as coined by a French girl in an Enid Blyton book. Heehee don't know why I remember that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Run Forrest Run! I heart Bubba Gump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to 1U and shopped. For some reason, both mummy and Wen Shi bought more stuff than me. No fair! Haha... At night we ate at Izzi, Damansara Uptown, with daddy in tow. More pizza, pasta and lasagna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the other end of the extreme...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; the 30 hour famine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was harder than the previous two years... I wonder why. It could be that I ate a light dinner the previous night, and only ate 1 fried egg and 1 hash brown in the morning before the fast began... but I had a headache the whole of Saturday (partly due to the screams of the crazy hyper participants and booming speakers), and felt quite weak parts of Sunday morning. Or maybe I'm just growing old! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238441467029924002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLKuwoL-qKI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PudU1ayofZ0/s400/famine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We fasted, walked barefoot for 6 hours, slept in a lecture theatre, sat huddled under an umbrella stand in the heavy rain, and watched Guang Liang (insert fangirly squeal here) sing beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home from the famine I stuffed my face with MORE garlic bread! WoOohOoo garlic bread rocks my socks! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's how I spent the first few days of my twenty-fifth year of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now end this post with a very simple but nonetheless meaningful saying by Forrest Gump, as posted on the wall of Bubba Gump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449911661612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLK2cK5ETYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YCaVtFZAQjo/s400/DSCN3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been an interesting year... Some mistakes made and some lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;But God has been good!&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with a whole lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from my family and my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Many things about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;But I know who holds tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I know who holds my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2231729965150774015?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2231729965150774015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2231729965150774015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2231729965150774015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2231729965150774015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-years.html' title='25 years'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SLKuwUkFNWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JRapBkG4j4I/s72-c/bubbagump+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2006723908763675043</id><published>2008-08-16T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:42:35.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Chong Wei rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Allow me a fangirly moment to say that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lee Chong Wei ROCKS my SOCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235077022312505922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SKa60K6_IkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RBkpq3U-2gs/s400/P200808152142191807951511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The man in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my heart almost stopped during Round 2 when Chong Wei started making mistakes and losing all those points to Hyun il... but then he pulled it together and played an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rubber match and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO Olympic Medal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235077167306956514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SKa68nEW3uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RgcEsdvfEuY/s400/P200808152142282155943052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Collapsing in relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's something incredibly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about badminton players... I can't explain it. It's the grace with which they leap from one side of the court to the other, it's the amazingly nimble footwork, it's the way they jump up high into the air and execute flawless, breath-taking smashes. Wow. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathless, I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Watching that badminton match was exhilarating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know, but basketball players, swimmers, football players, tennis players... all of them just can't compare to the strong yet graceful and incredibly versatile badminton players. Lee Chong Wei is hot! Not so much when he's off-court, but in-game, every leap into the air, every flawlessly executed move, every gleam of victory in his eyes...... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*be still my beating heart*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Badminton is definitely my favourite spectator sport. I'll be watching the Finals! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235077254652916610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SKa7BsdQc4I/AAAAAAAAAME/uMgbtyyqg5s/s400/s_01chongwei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pure joy. Cho Kawaii!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if Chong Wei doesn't win, he still has won his way into the hearts of many Malayians, including mine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2006723908763675043?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2006723908763675043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2006723908763675043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2006723908763675043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2006723908763675043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/08/lee-chong-wei-rocks.html' title='Lee Chong Wei rocks!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SKa60K6_IkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RBkpq3U-2gs/s72-c/P200808152142191807951511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2140078981941829777</id><published>2008-07-20T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:16:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Songs Des!</title><content type='html'>Once in a while I feel the need to wallow in Emo Songs.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here! To share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not in any way related to my current state of being lah. Might have been once... but not anymore. :) Still, it's nice to indulge and wallow.Once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Click Five - Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mika - Happy Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way you left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not pretending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the way that we love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like it's forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then live the rest of our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where the entry will come to an abrupt end! No mood to blog liao. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Samishii yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nande? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2140078981941829777?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2140078981941829777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2140078981941829777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2140078981941829777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2140078981941829777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/07/emo-songs-des.html' title='Emo Songs Des!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7807174016699279023</id><published>2008-07-09T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juvenile Pasttimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, and suspect I will always be, a little kid at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; little kiddy computer games with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; little kiddy characters that I can dress up in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; little kiddy clothes! Because they are oh-so-freaking adorable, you can't not play with them laaaah. So this shall be a totally short and gratuitous post so that I can show off my pretty little Maple Story characters. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221027980940976002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SHTRSVZcn4I/AAAAAAAAALc/W0hTXWY9JUM/s400/Maple+Characters.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I defy you to say they're not cute!!! They're practically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ooooozing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one is going to be a shadower. So pretty, so princessy, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one is a night lord. Played her till Level 200 and then she morphed into...&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one who is currently a Level 191 bow master. Glam hairstyle eh? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; fourth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one will be a bishop, and the lollipop is her wand. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one will be a hero. She's a rock chick with an electric guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this uber cool program called BannedStory that allows you to design characters of your own with all the clothing and weapon items that are available in-game. So bro and I decided to design little versions of our little family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Behold our amazing creations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221038047942565410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SHTacT5qXiI/AAAAAAAAALk/3l6Io1mKW5Q/s400/The+Lee+Family.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Lee Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 grumpy dad&lt;br /&gt;1 pretty mummy&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;and 1 act-cool brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221038792590065538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SHTbHp7df4I/AAAAAAAAALs/671hXzSWx-E/s400/Heehee.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the only way we get to poke (lol pun intended) fun at our dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MOOHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha I'm getting carried away with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Tara!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7807174016699279023?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7807174016699279023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7807174016699279023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7807174016699279023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7807174016699279023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/07/maple.html' title='Maple!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SHTRSVZcn4I/AAAAAAAAALc/W0hTXWY9JUM/s72-c/Maple+Characters.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-555754575072565488</id><published>2008-06-11T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He ain't heavy, he's my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales of Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9th June, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A little 9 year-0ld girl went with her daddy to the hospital to visit her very pregnant mummy, armed with a bag full of grapes and KFC to cheer mummy up. Her mummy had been in and out of the hospital for the past 7 months, thanks to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;naughty kicking brat of a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her womb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As they got there, all this little girl remembers was her mummy being wheeled into the operating theatre, and daddy rushing her home to stay with the babysitter so he could rush back to her side. And so little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lee Wen Shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (small and premature and pink and rather blotchy) entered the earth and the little girl's life was no longer the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She had a brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To bully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MOOHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or so she thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When this little Lee Wen Shi was growing up, he inflicted all sorts of chaos in her life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. He &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bit &lt;/span&gt;her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. He &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; her favourite toys and broke them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. He &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;drooled&lt;/span&gt; everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. He &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pooped&lt;/span&gt; everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. He &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;peed &lt;/span&gt;everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. He&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; cried&lt;/span&gt; everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now that Wen Shi is all grown up (FUAH - 16!)... let me introduce you to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210985132311720418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SFEjXm1IMeI/AAAAAAAAALM/x687asLNFCQ/s400/DSCN2518.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair-obsessed Cam-whore of a Vainpot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this opportunity to thank you for:&lt;br /&gt;1. being a really sweet brother (most of the time haha)&lt;br /&gt;2. always sharing stuff with me (food, stories, frustration with the parents ;))&lt;br /&gt;3. being a good companion&lt;br /&gt;4. being a willing listening ear (as I rant on about one thing or the other)&lt;br /&gt;5. all the little little things, and everything else in between. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should also take this opportunity to take some credit for your wonderful upbringing, because, without me you would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; less nice clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;2. have&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; significantly&lt;/span&gt; less movies/series to watch&lt;br /&gt;3. have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; less computer games to play&lt;br /&gt;4. have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; less joy and laughter in your life (MOOHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;5. have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; more scoldings from papa (coz I share the load, yo!)&lt;br /&gt;6. have &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;significantly &lt;/span&gt;more nagging from mama (coz I do the nagging, yo!)&lt;br /&gt;7. have &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;significantly&lt;/span&gt; more angst in your life (coz of my wise, sage advice. MOOHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am in your life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:D Moohaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-555754575072565488?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/555754575072565488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=555754575072565488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/555754575072565488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/555754575072565488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother.html' title='He ain&apos;t heavy, he&apos;s my brother'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SFEjXm1IMeI/AAAAAAAAALM/x687asLNFCQ/s72-c/DSCN2518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4170800769077878445</id><published>2008-05-30T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:02.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall from grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know how I said that I left my heart in San Francisco last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I left my tooth in London.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, that's funny. Except that it isn't. Except that it is. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually it would be if much funnier if my tooth could magically grow back and I didn't have to pay more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2000 freaking bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get a replacement. Ah well, such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London was great up till the point that I tripped like the clutz that I am and fell flat on my face and skidded face first across the bricked pavement and emerged with my favourite jeans torn, my specs broken, with a big gap where my tooth used to be and my lip swollen to the point where it was much much thicker than Angelina Jolie's. In a really grotesque way. Anyways, more on that later. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the trip (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great fall of DOOM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shoppingggggggg&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I know the exchange rate was a horrible 6.28, but I still managed to get cheap deals! My best buy was a cool t-shirt for my bro that cost a measly 1 pound! You can't beat that - you can't even get a nice RM6 t-shirt in the Pasar Malam man. Bought working pants for 5 pounds, a t-shirt for 4 pounds, and a pretty dress for 10 pounds. Cheap, even by Malaysian standards. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fooooooood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- the pictures say it all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206871799473422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SEKGUH6cwiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6oxe5-okBXE/s400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Right, Top to Bottom:&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - For three glorious days, I had an unlimited supply of sausages, bacon, sauteed mushrooms, hash browns, waffles, eggs, baked beans. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Curry Laksa Lookalike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - SO NOT GOOD! Supposedly some sort of Japanese fusion food - looked like laksa but tasted like crap. The restaurant was called "Wagamama's". I'm pretty sure that's not a Japanese word. Bleh. Sakae Sushi and Sushi Zanmai reign supreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ravioli with Porcini, Ricotta and Prosciutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Haha fancy words that actually mean mushroom, a type of cheese, and a type of ham. DAMN GOOD. Had this at Zizzi's, which our nice English host Kathryn brought us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotel Chocolat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - YUM. I could only afford the stuff on half price. Honey-infused chocolate pecan canapes and a block of Strawberries and cream. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bacon Burger and Curly Fries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Haha, more American than English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thornton's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - best chocolate in UK. Their pralines and truffles are to-die-for. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mussels in white wine and garlic sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Cheryl brought me to Belgo's, a Belgian restaurant. I had a bowl full of mussels man. Yummy garlicy goodness! 5 pounds for so much seafood is quite worth it yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mushrooms and cream in a puff pastry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - it had some fancy name, but that's pretty much it. Cheryl's choice at Belgo's. DAMN GOOD! 5 pounds too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raclette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - okay I know this looks like crap, but it is AMAZING. It is apparently a Swiss/French dish of crispy-brown small potatoes and oodles and oodles of high quality CHEESE. It comes with pickled onions and gherkins too (yuck), but you can easily avoid eating all that. But the CHEESE. I want to own a 100kg block of that CHEESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I didn't get to eat the classic Fish and Chips with salt and vinegar out of a newspaper wrapping! :( There's always another time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sightseeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - most parts of London are really nice. Such a wonderful mixture of historical stone buildings with wonderful architecture and statues. And it didn't rain at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206872460898386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SEKG6n6cwjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NXfuij4ZVJM/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a. London Eye&lt;br /&gt;b. King's Cross station - I was at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Platform 9 and 3/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Harry Potter dream come true. :)&lt;br /&gt;c. St Paul's cathedral&lt;br /&gt;d. The tube - I love the tube!&lt;br /&gt;e. Aslan! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;f. Big Ben and Westminster Abbey. I think.&lt;br /&gt;g. Dragon statue silhouette&lt;br /&gt;h. Tower Bridge&lt;br /&gt;i. Big Ben against the Big Blue Sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Wicked was Awesome! Definitely the best part of the trip. I was in the 5th row man. All for 20 pounds - so worth it! I could see their faces so clearly - every expression, every emotion. I spent the whole time gaping in awe at the dazzling costumes and dances, laughing out loud at their hilarious jokes and puns (which were plentiful - tinged with sarcasm, poking fun at pop culture), cheering wildly along with the rest of the audience as the protagonist &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;defied gravity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, gripping my seat in suspense during the dramatic moments, and sighing like the wide-eyed romantic that I am as they sang incredibly touching and heartfelt lyrics to wonderfully composed melodies. I wanna watch it again! Kinda impossible. Haha. Oh, and did I mention? The leading male character is HOT! His name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiyero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What a fiery HOT name. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hot Badminton Players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I know what you're thinking - WHAT? Haha. On my way to London, I was seated in between two ENGLAND BADMINTON PLAYERS. As in, they were just returning to England from the Jakarta Thomas Cup games!!! The one on my left was really hot, as was the one sitting across the aisle. The one on my right was the typical pasty and freckly Englishman. Haha. How do I know this? 1. They were wearing Thomas Cup shirts. 2. They were reading the badminton section of the newspaper. 3. They were talking about their training and future tournaments. 4. I remembered their faces and googled them and voila! Hot badminton players!!! Haha. I won't put their pictures here... but if you're curious and wanna google (if you've read this far anyway) - try "Dean George". ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the trip (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after my great fall of DOOM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The fall itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Part of me will always be in London... haha. I was walking back at 11pm from the station to Cheryl's place (which she kindly let me crash at for 2 nights)... still on a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wicked High&lt;/span&gt;, I guess. And I tripped. It was quite an awful fall - definitely the worst I've had in my life. Damn my freaking slow reflexes. My hands were virtually unscathed! Ah well. Thank God my scars have almost fully healed... all that's missing is a tooth. Thank God I didn't lose an eye or fracture something. I have much to be thankful for, still. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Waiting at the hospital for 5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - UK's emergency healthcare is free. Thank God! Before treatment though, we had to walk to a clinic nearby, which said they couldn't treat me and referred us to the Guy and Thomas hospital instead, where we spent some time waiting at the Minor Injuries division (and saw a guy with a broken finger o_O), and were then referred to Dental Injuries, where a couple of student-dentists poked and prodded at my face/mouth while their scary supervisors questioned them on what to do with me. Haha. They all have really nice bed-side manners. They always tell you before they do something that might hurt... and in the end it doesn't actually hurt, whereas the dentists in Malaysia never warn you and it &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;hurts. PLUS! the dentist gave me a good dose of anaesthetic, so I was happily numb and oblivious to all the drilling and filling. ^^ What a novel experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting stared at like I'm either a domestic abuse survivor or a terrorist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I've never gotten stared at so much in my entire life. I did look like quite a freak show lah, so I don't blame people for staring. I had to resist the urge to growl at the kid who kept staring rudely though, just to scare him off. Haha! And I say terrorist, because I borrowed a couple of masks from the dentists to wear... and in the tube they made the regular announcement "If you see any suspicious-looking people, please notify the relevant authorities". Some dude looked at me and then hastily looked back and then looked at me suspiciously again! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206874977749221954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SEKJNH6cwkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fmnFu1dafak/s400/DSCN2860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hours before the fall, with my teeth still intact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;R.I.P, little tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you turn into dust and travel far and wide, wherever the wind blows you! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-4170800769077878445?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4170800769077878445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4170800769077878445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4170800769077878445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4170800769077878445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/05/fall-from-grace.html' title='fall from grace'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SEKGUH6cwiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6oxe5-okBXE/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8683219658266122298</id><published>2008-05-10T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:37:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, in between her birthday (May 9th) and Mother's day (May 11th),&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this post to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my beloved mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Is &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I want to be when I grow up ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Is the exact kind of mother I aspire to be to my children (If I ever have any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Exemplifies unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Gives the best hugs in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Has never pushed me to be anything I didn't want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Is all that is good in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. Inspires me to weed out all that is not-so-good in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Is the brightest star in the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9. Is the greatest comfort when all seems lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Is the person I love most in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday and happy mother's day, mummy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope we make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8683219658266122298?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8683219658266122298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8683219658266122298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8683219658266122298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8683219658266122298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/05/mummy-dearest.html' title='Mummy dearest'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1202550928171740340</id><published>2008-04-29T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:32:57.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My Old Man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, I dedicate to my Papa, who turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I started this post wanting to spew a lot of interesting crap about my beloved daddy, but I seem to have lost the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thank you dedication, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday daddy, to whom I owe:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My sharp wit&lt;/span&gt; (moohaha)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My death stares&lt;/span&gt; (I learned from the best)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My biting sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; (only for students *evil glint*)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My political awareness&lt;/span&gt; (haha though I fail thoroughly in this area)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My hot temper&lt;/span&gt; (yes I blame you!)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My anal-retentive grammar tendencies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I should probably stop here since the list is starting to sound more like I'm praising myself than thanking my dad. Moohaha. Self-praise is no praise Jueying... remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes and now I'm starting to talk about myself in Third-Person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my papa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes I want to strangle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1202550928171740340?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1202550928171740340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1202550928171740340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1202550928171740340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1202550928171740340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/04/papa.html' title='papa'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4682135370102711581</id><published>2008-04-21T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:02.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Savage Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip down memory lane today, when mummy and I listened to the hailed pop duo Savage Garden on the way to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i mean, workplace) and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191686934338843618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SAyTwpJNs-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/rnAedg1Thjs/s400/savage+garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Man. What an era.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first concert I attended - pure adrenaline, way back when pop was catchy and melodious and the lyrics meant something (unlike the hiphop-infused monotonous crap they have nowadays e.g., &lt;em&gt;Party Like a Rockstar, Umbrella-ella-ella-what-on-earth-are-you-singing&lt;/em&gt;). I remember seeing Darren Hayes from afar, sashaying up and down the stage-walkway, oozing style and confidence. I remember hearing the crowd scream as Daniel Jones made wonderful music on his guitar, and then threw his guitar picks into the crowd, much to the fangirls' joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Jones was my very first pop-star-idol. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. I just amazed me that he could write such beautiful melodies that could compliment Darren's lyrics so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To the Moon and Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can't remember a time when she felt needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If love was red then she was color blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All her friends, well they've been trialed for treason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And crimes that were never defined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And reaching out for human faith is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like a journey I just don't have a map for"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tears of Pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is love really the tragedy the way you might describe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would a thousand lovers still leave you cold inside? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make you cry... These tears of pearls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We twist and turn where angels burn&lt;br /&gt;Like fallen soldiers we will learn&lt;br /&gt;Once forgotten, twice removed&lt;br /&gt;Love will be the death...&lt;br /&gt;The death of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Santa Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But on the telephone line&lt;br /&gt;I am anyone&lt;br /&gt;I am anything I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I could be a super model or Norman Mailer&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't know the difference&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone line,&lt;br /&gt;I am any height&lt;br /&gt;I am any age I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I could be a caped crusader, or space invader&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Or would you?&lt;br /&gt;&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/33896352-4682135370102711581?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4682135370102711581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4682135370102711581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4682135370102711581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4682135370102711581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/04/savage-garden.html' title='Savage Garden'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/SAyTwpJNs-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/rnAedg1Thjs/s72-c/savage+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6818812557187741577</id><published>2008-04-14T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:23:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not that girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm not that girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch this musical called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's about the witches of Oz (that's right, not the &lt;em&gt;wizards&lt;/em&gt; of Oz, but the &lt;i&gt;witches&lt;/i&gt;). It's about Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the East, and Glinda, the Good Witch of the North - about how they were friends, and how their paths diverged and how they ended up where/who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there is a song that I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. Some excerpts here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands touch, eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;Sudden silence, sudden heat&lt;br /&gt;Hearts leap in a giddy whirl&lt;br /&gt;He could be that boy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't dream too far&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't remember that rush of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He could be that boy&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ev'ry so often we long to steal&lt;br /&gt;To the land of what-might-have-been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But that doesn't soften the ache we feel&lt;br /&gt;When reality sets back in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wish, don't start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wishing only wounds the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote - that ending a relationship is like having a really bad nightmare after having the most wonderful dream. That's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How can someone who made me so incredibly happy now make me so horribly sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm not that girl...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6818812557187741577?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6818812557187741577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=6818812557187741577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6818812557187741577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6818812557187741577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-that-girl.html' title='I&apos;m not that girl'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8169671420751354669</id><published>2008-04-04T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how it ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;清明时节雨纷纷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 清明节, a day to commemorate the loss of loved ones, to pay respects.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fifth-month mark that we never reached.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185430097776317394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R_ZZM0mTk9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yKnM_LA3beY/s400/waiting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;さよなら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words from a 張學友 song, and a Lord Byron poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾許愁 幾許憂 人生難免苦與痛&lt;br /&gt;失去過 才能真正懂得去珍惜和擁有&lt;br /&gt;情難捨 人難留 今朝一別各西東&lt;br /&gt;冷和熱點點滴滴在心頭&lt;br /&gt;願心中永遠留著我的笑容&lt;br /&gt;伴你走過每一個春夏秋冬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fare thee well -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if for ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still for ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fare thee well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8169671420751354669?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8169671420751354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8169671420751354669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8169671420751354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8169671420751354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-how-it-ends.html' title='this is how it ends'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R_ZZM0mTk9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yKnM_LA3beY/s72-c/waiting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1863187249434234509</id><published>2008-03-26T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:03.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviscerated, I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eviscerated, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched an episode from a show called The L Word... where one of the characters, heart-broken, wrote a poem that struck a chord with me. Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For you, my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ripped from my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eviscerated, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such powerful words, all emotions laid bare, words of one who has been completely stripped of everything. Lovely, morbid, but lovely, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;painful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and painfully apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eviscerated, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words are gonna be haunting me for a while. Can't explain why... they just will be. Let's just hope that I will never be in such a situation to feel the magnitude of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm in an emo mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let's talk about emo songs&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;One Republic - Stop and Stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh stop and stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see what I see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Augustana - Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the light of the sun, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;is there anyone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it has begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes are red and tears are shed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world you must've crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essential yet appealed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carry all your thoughts across an open field&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When flowers gaze at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're not the only ones who cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Remioromen - Konayuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, though I'll never be able to catch the full gist of it, induces tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分かり合いたいなんて 上辺を撫でていたのは僕の方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted us to have rapport but I was the only one who touched its surface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;君のかじかんだ手も 握りしめることだけで繋がってたのに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that was holding us together was my hand squeezing yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;粉雪 ねえ 永遠を前にあまりに脆く&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen snow, in front of us - &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eternity, too fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ざらつくアスファルトの上シミになってゆくよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It becomes a stain upon rough asphalt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;粉雪 ねえ 時に頼りなく心は揺れる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen snow, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;this heart that has transcended time is faltering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それでも僕は君のこと守り続けたい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet, I want to continue to protect you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and I just went on a piano-playing/guitar-strumming/song-singing spree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Catharsis at its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182070295184511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R-ppekmTk7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1-tWVfBRfzM/s400/i+wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When flowers gaze at you, they're not the only ones who cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1863187249434234509?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1863187249434234509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1863187249434234509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1863187249434234509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1863187249434234509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/03/eviscerated-i-am.html' title='Eviscerated, I am'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R-ppekmTk7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1-tWVfBRfzM/s72-c/i+wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8200996379199824244</id><published>2008-03-23T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:03.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R-YIm0mTk6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YqNR96CS2HI/s1600-h/helping+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180837884383695778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R-YIm0mTk6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YqNR96CS2HI/s400/helping+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How sweet the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That saved a wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I once was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but now am found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8200996379199824244?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8200996379199824244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8200996379199824244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8200996379199824244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8200996379199824244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-grace.html' title='amazing grace'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R-YIm0mTk6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YqNR96CS2HI/s72-c/helping+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2421401422816066345</id><published>2008-03-08T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:03.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go DAP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been caught up in a wave of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;post-election hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The opposition actually has a chance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be true? Unofficial reports are coming in that Tony Pua won. That Teresa Kok has won both Seputeh and Kinrara. That Koh Tsu Koon (MCA Penang Chief Minister) has lost. That the opposition has captured at least 17 out of 40 state seats in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I feel goosepimples. Could this actually be happening???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vote for change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly high. Woohoo! ^^ Too high to blog coherently. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175350349211387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R9KJuPDwRTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A_FP1ZCUkKE/s400/vote2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vote for change!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2421401422816066345?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2421401422816066345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2421401422816066345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2421401422816066345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2421401422816066345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/03/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R9KJuPDwRTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A_FP1ZCUkKE/s72-c/vote2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-3026916475707699075</id><published>2008-01-24T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:02:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pot calling kettle black</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pot Calls the Kettle Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woe to our poor long-suffering neighbours. I cannot count on my fingers and toes the number of times we have given them an earful (and more!) during our loud loud family arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in response to something Daddy said,&lt;br /&gt;my brother the smart ass retorted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Pot calling kettle black".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, led to a FURIOUS TIRADE which included these sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You're calling me a POT AH????!?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You're saying that I'm just as BLACK AS YOU?!?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*ROAR ROAR ROARs the house down* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take away the shouting and menacing glares of DOOM and the vein-in-the-temple threatening to pop out, and actually examine those two sentences, it's actually quite funny. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see where I get my crazies from???! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad and bro, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that they are crazy, hot-tempered loud-mouths. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-3026916475707699075?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/3026916475707699075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=3026916475707699075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3026916475707699075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3026916475707699075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/01/pot-calling-kettle-black.html' title='pot calling kettle black'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8697003349586297376</id><published>2008-01-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slices of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Slices of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why I've been feeling so compelled to blog lately. And here I am, yet again, blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearest brother of mine has started school again, and is now in Form 4. We have this nice little daily routine where I rant and complain about my day at work, and he does the same about his day in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mid-way through our conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best-sister-in-the-world&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; So what did you study in Biology today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Little-brother-who-is-spoilt-silly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We're learning about cells, you know, nuclei, endoplasmic reticulum, mitochondria, chloroplasts, yadda yadda yadda [insert lots of biology gibberish here]...... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bulgogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*I proceed to laugh my head off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why, you ask? Sounds like a part of a cell, no???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bulgogi, for those uninitiated in the splendours of Korean Food, is a yummy grilled beef dish. See picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156092265936630162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R44emQRKsZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MMqF0Psu1hU/s400/bulgogi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT PART OF CELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was my brother actually intending to say???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about the Golgi Apparatus lah, which, by Dartmouth College's definition is: "a part of the membrane system within the cell that works closely with the endoplasmic reticulum. The Golgi Apparatus modifies proteins and brings them to the cell surface where they can be secreted. Secretions include hormones, enzymes, antibodies and other molecules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See picture: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156092450620223906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R44exARKsaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yvEVWIwlWmI/s400/golgi20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ALIEN LIFE FORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My blog is educational and not just full of mindless ramblings. Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;Ahaha, my brother is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very similar that way, in that we are quite preoccupied with all things FOOD. What to do, deprived at home mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In other news, American Idol has started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My whole family watches with varying degrees of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; almost obsessed, picking favourites, would vote if voting was possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very interested, picking favourites who usually are HOT girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interested and comments on singers occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Daddy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; interest slightly piqued but more interested in airing his comments over the sound of their singing and thus disturbing our viewing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV, our only past-time to tide us over this barren desert of tv shows due to the writer's strike. I support the writers! Give them more money, stupid network people, and give us back our shows, thank you very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say hi to the newest additions to my ever-expanding-softtoy-empire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156093176469696946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R44fbQRKsbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ILPQ7G8xvAA/s400/singapore+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute horr?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8697003349586297376?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8697003349586297376/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1334464321394143640</id><published>2008-01-11T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love songs should be written like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My word is good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd write it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd have it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one's for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder who Delilah is, if she actually exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To inspire such a beautiful, earnest song... she must have been someone special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is written so simply, yet you can feeeel the yearning in his voice, and the hope he harbours - of making it big someday, for her; because of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*melts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... really, there need not be grandiose lyrics of walking to the ends of the earth for someone, for it is sweet simple songs like this that touch the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154196574746358146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4diegRKsYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tk3POODDH-A/s400/hand+in+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1334464321394143640?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1334464321394143640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1334464321394143640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1334464321394143640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1334464321394143640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey There Delilah'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4diegRKsYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tk3POODDH-A/s72-c/hand+in+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-9096085323964179290</id><published>2008-01-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Roars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Singapore Roars but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the past 6 years, without fail, I have journeyed via the &lt;em&gt;Nice Bus&lt;/em&gt; to meet up with my many many friends living in the pretty island set in the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Most people visit Singapore for two things: Shopping and Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I did both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But not in the conventional way that people do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead of shopping for clothes, we went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wet Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shop for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Groceries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead of eating out, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;we cooked up a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So Domesticated!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;someone give me a pat on the back. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the glorified &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kitchen Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was given the EXTREMELY important task of... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Washing Crabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent &lt;strong&gt;TWO HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; washing crabs okay... the crabs were STINKY and full of GRIME and I spent two hours scrubbing away at the toilet sink (coz Singaporean kitchens are super duper small) to get the crabs squeaky clean and thus fit for eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was the end result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153487793473368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4Td2ARKsTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kacF1GoryoY/s400/singapore+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super Spicy Chilli Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently it was good. After two hours of being intimately acquainted with the crabs, I couldn't bring myself to eat them. Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that it is extremely unworth it to cook/eat crab. First you have to kill it, then you have to wash it, then you have to cook it, then you have to peel it... and what do you get? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Less meat than the meat on a single chicken wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'd rather eat chicken wings all day. Speaking of chicken wings, behold, with awe, my favourite food of all time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153489150683033922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4TfFARKsUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4zIWdskLdKI/s400/singapore+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super Salty Shrimp Paste Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My once-a-year delicacy and constant craving. No one makes it like my ex-housemate Esther makes it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Deep fried to crispy perfection. Amazingly succulent and tasty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I miss it already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides these, we also ate: Sotong Balls, Yau Char Kwai with Fish Paste Filling, Fried Noodles, Curried Eggs, Lamb Curry, some cool vegetable wrap thingy... SO MUCH FOOD! To think that we used to do this almost every weekend in Adelaide. It's a miracle that I didn't become obese. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singapore was great and meeting up with old friends made me feel all nostalgic and sentimental about the four years I spent there, in that cozy little corner of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Townhouse 4, Adelaide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153492470692753746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4TiGQRKsVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZEHFPgo--sA/s400/singapore+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493372635885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4Ti6wRKsWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0qBDMWk7sgE/s400/singapore+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The old married couple (who are in denial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153493883736994162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4TjYgRKsXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AdIqCUS0mc4/s400/singapore+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Speech Pathologist and The Dietitian say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eat Vegetables, as they are Good For You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I wish you happy new year and bid you adieu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-9096085323964179290?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/9096085323964179290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=9096085323964179290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/9096085323964179290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/9096085323964179290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2008/01/singapore-roars.html' title='Singapore Roars'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R4Td2ARKsTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/kacF1GoryoY/s72-c/singapore+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7611818857495746759</id><published>2007-12-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Snapshots of 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new year dawns, thought I'd recap my wonderful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the form of a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149429353377556114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R3ZytswJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EyYr7YDoDuE/s400/Langkawi+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Langkawi, Dec 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My beloved family -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;, my best friend and confidante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenshi&lt;/strong&gt;, my companion in computer games/tv shows/unifying-against-parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;, our tireless provider and reason why I have such healthy arguing skills *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Despite the nagging, squabbles and differences - I cannot ask for a better family other than that which I have been given. I am blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149430495838856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R3ZzwMwJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/j4uS9jJ4Vnw/s400/colleagues+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Workplace, Dec 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My dearest colleagues -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support, camaraderie, and thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lin&lt;/strong&gt;, for your kind heart and beautiful personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Win&lt;/strong&gt;, for all the things we have in common and your delightfully sarcastic humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt;, for your always cheery disposition and listening ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cin&lt;/strong&gt;, for your unique worldview and many sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;, for your adorable moments and hilarious comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joal&lt;/strong&gt;, for being a laugh every minute and a joy to have around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt;, for your very-dry humour accompanied with such a straight face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;, for being a big brother even though you are younger than ALL of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steph&lt;/strong&gt;, for your infectious laughter and poking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are not only my colleagues; you are my friends. You make working life bearable and *gasp* even enjoyable! To those who are leaving, you are dearly loved and will be dearly missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149431320472577714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R3Z0gMwJ5rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/G6gZA6BdjaQ/s400/DSCF3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korea, March 07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Holidays/Adventures -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling, I think, will always be my favourite hobby. Korea, US, Singapore, all the little little places around Malaysia... slowly but surely I am seeing different parts of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149435404986476226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R3Z4N8wJ5sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v6kwB6hkC8s/s400/cherryblossoms.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is camera-shy, here is a random picture that vaguely represents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;very important to me. Heehee. ^^ For the first time in my 24 years of life, I have a boyfriend! Ahahah... I am content. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You make me so very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, &lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;, you have been good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;God, you have been good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a wonderful journey, a rollercoaster ride of unique experiences, and I look forward to a &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt; full of hope, joy and love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7611818857495746759?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7611818857495746759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7611818857495746759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7611818857495746759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7611818857495746759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/12/snapshots-of-2007.html' title='Snapshots of 2007'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R3ZytswJ5pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EyYr7YDoDuE/s72-c/Langkawi+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8817471175923155263</id><published>2007-12-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sea, Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mmm I love long holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family, being the holiday-loving-family that it is, decided to go on our last family holiday of 2007 to the sun-soaked Island of Langkawi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last time I visited Langkawi was when I was 7 or 8, so you can imagine how much it has changed. Among other things, we:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Sat on cable cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* Walked on a suspension bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Visited a bat cave where there were thousands of bats and lots of guano (thankfully none on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* Sailed via boat under a formerly crocodile-infested cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* Went to a fish farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* Watched eagles getting fed (which is very ecologically unhealthy for the eagles, who have lost their natural ability to hunt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Ate at The Loaf (opened by Mahathir and some Japanese dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* Saw monkeys and baby monkeys and monkeys attacking humans for food. GANAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;* Swam in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* Swam in the "Lake of the Pregnant Maiden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Swam in the swimming pool :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* Went Island hopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* Took a lot of speed boat rides, SO NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* Went to the Mahsuri Mausoleum (have always remembered the tragic story of her spilling white blood coz she was innocent and falsely-accused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* Got browner and browner under the glaring sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, that's pretty much it. I'll let the pictures do the talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147485915035854434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R2-LKswJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xE-wYmxvBX4/s400/Langkawi+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;stupid brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attempting to pull me down... Hence the awkward pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147484768279586386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R2-KH8wJ5lI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fFjLn-vDxQk/s400/Langkawi+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you do when your parents are sleeping and you're not supposed to make any noise? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make silly faces and act Lala in front of the camera, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147487602958001778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R2-Ms8wJ5nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D2fj8hmjGUQ/s400/Langkawi+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Way above sea level. Such a pretty view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147488470541395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R2-NfcwJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/e-Nl1Nqnqds/s400/Langkawi+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pristine waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Beras Basah Beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all folks. Christmas tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be bright&lt;br /&gt;Soon all of your troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;So have yourself, a merry little Christmas night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8817471175923155263?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8817471175923155263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8817471175923155263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8817471175923155263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8817471175923155263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/12/sun-sea-sand.html' title='Sun, Sea, Sand'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R2-LKswJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xE-wYmxvBX4/s72-c/Langkawi+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7871014183995200714</id><published>2007-12-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a weekend I had. Long story short, we were enroute to our Young Adults Fellowship camp, of which I was part of the organising committee. On the way down from Genting, there's this really dangerous and steep turn where road signs warn you to slow down and switch to a lower gear... we were running late, and my friend was driving a bit too fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She lost control of the car and it started skidding to the left... she couldn't break (and we were dangerously close to the side and dangerously close to plunging down the ravine)... and so she swerved right and crashed into the concrete divider instead, causing the car to turn 180 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about freaking scary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember whether I was saying anything/screaming; I just remember the scary feeling of total loss of control... and I remember thinking "WHY OH WHY is the car not STOPPING?!?!!?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But really, truly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So much worse could have happened, and we survived completely intact - friend with a slightly twisted wrist and me with a slightly sore neck. Thank God that there were no cars behind us, thank God that my friend had the presence of mind to swerve right and crash us to a stop, thank God that no one was hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The camp was also an exercise in faith, where I experienced the feeling of being out of my comfort zone, after I haven't experienced it in such a long time. All I can say is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"many are the plans in a man's heart, but God's purpose will prevail"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; :) God is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for old friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139750529661765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QP4AqdheI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bQk11O3Qk-c/s400/tapak+perhimpunan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139751800972084722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QRCAqdhfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qUGkOMf_tIk/s400/dinner+at+Hog%27s+breath!+yum.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And new friends...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139753849671484930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QS5QqdhgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cO_bEL7m16Q/s400/IMG_0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139754403722266130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QTZgqdhhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YcdDZm50TPk/s400/DSCF3294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all that I hold dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139754940593178146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QT4wqdhiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zRpJlrh7AwY/s400/blue+leaves.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Whoever you are, if you're reading this - thank God for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7871014183995200714?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7871014183995200714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7871014183995200714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7871014183995200714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7871014183995200714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-god.html' title='thank God'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R1QP4AqdheI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bQk11O3Qk-c/s72-c/tapak+perhimpunan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-167958923221639758</id><published>2007-11-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to watch or not to watch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To watch or not to watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see, blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wax lyrical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about a movie! A movie that is a Must Watch! A movie that is so nice that I watched it twice in the cinemas, that I wouldn't mind watching again, because it is THAT good. I haven't loved a movie like &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love this movie&lt;/span&gt; in a looong looooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It has alllllll the elements that I like in a movie - a dash of romance, an epic adventure against all odds, deliciously evil yet comical villains, a touch of darkness, a pinch of folklore and fantasy, oodles of hilarious moments, snappy dialogue, wonderfully endearing protagonists, and a happily-ever-after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the whimsically-named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136365434220029490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R0gJJhdHpjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UhPucgmShxA/s400/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, with a cast like this, how can you be anything but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AMAZINGLY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! :) And Amazingly Awesome it is. Robert De Niro is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a flamboyant pirate who is extremely concerned about his reputation. Michelle Pfeiffer is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the evil Witch Queen who is obsessed with youth and good looks. Claire Danes is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the slightly grumpy but amazingly beautiful 'star' that falls from the sky. The guy who plays the male protagonist Tristan is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as the slightly dorky dreamer who is transformed into a HOT and gallant hero. There is nothing that is not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I think I hold a record for using '&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' for the most times in a single paragraph. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is me! Woohoo! You get the drift... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch it. I cannot stress this enough. Watch it, and you will know what I mean. Watch out for the scenes with the goat-turned-human. 'S all I'm saying. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Last Legion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You would think that anything with Colin Firth in it would be somewhat good... that is NOT the case. It had such a contrived, unbelievable link with another legend at the end.... I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And moments where it tried to be dramatic and epic... I laughed. This is... the movie that tried to be epic but failed. Really. Watch it, though, if you fancy Aishwarya Rai and would like to see multiple scenes of her fighting off a bunch of bad dudes, speaking in an exotic accent, and rising all-sultry-like from a pool of water. Bleargh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I shall leave you with an incredibly adorable picture - the creation of an artist by the name of Jeff Thomas. Characters called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pon and Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136369179431511618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R0gMjhdHpkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Gxe23mHHQ8k/s400/butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cho kawaii ne? And apt. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-167958923221639758?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/167958923221639758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=167958923221639758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/167958923221639758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/167958923221639758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-watch-or-not-to-watch.html' title='to watch or not to watch...'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/R0gJJhdHpjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UhPucgmShxA/s72-c/stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1111861829244138163</id><published>2007-10-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weapons of Mass Distraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh blog! Long time no see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been preoccupied lately, you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susceptible as I am to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new computer games, I have now been lured into the enchanting and addictive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are endless places to explore, numerous &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING SCARY&lt;/strong&gt; monsters to kill/avoid/run away screaming from, adventurous quests to embark on, pretty characters to inspect/flirt with/dance with, and of course, the tempting, addictive, all-consuming need to attain the next level. I can soooo understand how this game can become too addictive to people who lack self control. And who lacks self control? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certainly not me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous game I was playing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is veeerrry veeeerrrrry different. It is a land full of cute monsters, adorably cute characters, cute little pets, and cute 2D terrains to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for example, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exhibit A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124545537844027570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rx4LBAKBoLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eZD2eXtaOLk/s400/character+contrast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cute little Lvl 30 warrior in Maple (wearing a cute Japanese hat) vs. my noobie Lvl 16 Night Elf druid in WoW (wearing clothes I obviously can't afford and am not high enough in level to wear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exhibit B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124546341002911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rx4LvwKBoMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LHA7rvPzUdU/s400/character+contrast2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My brother's cute little Lvl 75 crusader in Maple vs. his ugly ass Lvl 19 Orc hunter in Wow (again wearing too pretty, too ex, too high level clothes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Exhibit C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124545138412069026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rx4KpwKBoKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R9HFDVtpEwo/s400/monster+contrast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monstarrrrs! Maple Monsters come bouncing towards you and make cute little sounds when they die. WoW Monsters, on the other hand, come at you snarling, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY DRAW BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Man... are they scary. So I spend a significant amount of time hiding, or running away in fear. Ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heroes Ep 5 download is crawling slower than a snail. Only 20% done and it's been downloading for 8 hours!!! o_O &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebyenow... time for WoW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1111861829244138163?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1111861829244138163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1111861829244138163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1111861829244138163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1111861829244138163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/10/warcraft.html' title='warcraft'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rx4LBAKBoLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eZD2eXtaOLk/s72-c/character+contrast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6845892992662548613</id><published>2007-10-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:08.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes S02E02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Call Me Delusional, But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes I think that Heroes is tailor-made for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117130010519511106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RwOyogKBoEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uFnfufNGbyQ/s400/peter+and+caitlyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I don't think there's been another character who's been created on TV that I have loved this much. Such an inherently good person, that even after losing his memory, his identity, he still says righteous things like "I'm not a thief", and seeks to save a girl who's in danger. That he, who has lost everything, still seeks to establish relationships with the people around him. He can't help it, it's just who he is. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And Milo is such a phenomenal actor - he brings such depth and emotion to a characer that needs to be exactly that - full of emotion, always hopeful, always a dreamer, always good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And of course it doesn't hurt that Peter's played by an actor with the most &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazingly heart-rending puppy-dog eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the industry. And of course it doesn't hurt that he's now spending the first few episodes of season 2 shirtless. No, it doesn't hurt at all. ^^ And it doesn't hurt that he has the coolest power in the entire collection of Hero-powers. I can't wait to see him reunite with the people he loves most, I can't wait to see him grow into his own and develop more control over his powers (which I think this amnesia and isolation might help with), I can't wait to see him act with Kristin Bell (oooOoOH what a hot couple they'd make)... I just can't wait for any storyline that remotely involves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reason 2: Mohinder speaks French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writers are smart, they SO know how to get the fans all-swooning and crazy... It's no secret that Mohinder is widely popular because of Sendhil's beautiful chiseled features and his hot British accent.... now they have him speaking French? The language of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;romancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I bet all the Mohinder fans melted at that particular moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reason 3: Mohinder and Matt play daddy to Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like Two and a Half Men, except that it's Two and a Half &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mutants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Or something. So heartwarmingly adorable. I love that the writers can find time in the midst of the "&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;OoOoOoH Shiny SuperPowers&lt;/span&gt;" moments to show tender little family scenes like these, because this is what makes the show tick. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am attached to these characters, I am invested in their lives, I am rabidly awaiting every Tuesday so I can hang on to every word they say, every emotion that flickers over their faces, every connection they forge as their lives intertwine with each other's.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I know I'm addicted. Yes, I know it's probably not very healthy. Am I gonna continue with this? Absolutely! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reason 4: Epic Sagas Spanning Generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystery, drama, intrigue! I bet Kensei is one of the 12 Elders. And, and, since Kaito Nakamura's death scene had so much blood - I bet it's Kensei who jumped off the building with Kaito, healed, and left the death scene. But the thing attacking Angela Petrelli was freaky. Are the attackers the same person? I dunno! Am I intrigued? Very much so! Am I waiting with bated breath to find out more? Hell yeah! I can't wait to watch their story unfold. What is this horrible thing that they did? Why does someone want revenge? Who are the 12?! (We know Charles Deveaux, Papa Petrelli, Linderman, Angela Petrelli, Kaito Nakamura... that's 5. Possibly Takezo Kensei, possibly Bob the company man. Hmmmmmm... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mystery, drama, intrigue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala, tonight's post is boring coz I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame it on the lack of sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prison Break is downloading... more puppy-dog eyes in the form of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wentworth Miller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6845892992662548613?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6845892992662548613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=6845892992662548613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6845892992662548613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6845892992662548613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/10/heroes-s02e02.html' title='Heroes S02E02'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RwOyogKBoEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uFnfufNGbyQ/s72-c/peter+and+caitlyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8865999926964592148</id><published>2007-10-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:22:45.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I'm bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BitComet is uncharacteristically slow today, so I'm waiting for the kilobytes to slowly trickle in to form my beautiful Heroes Season 2 Episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13 kb per sec? What is that?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a long, painstaking wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o_O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, what better way to wile the minutes away by blogging?&lt;br /&gt;And what better things to blog about than... my favourite things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I solemnly swear to be as random as possible. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Male TV Character: Peter Petrelli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Female TV Character: Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Futuristic Male TV Character: Peter Petrelli in Episode 20 of Season 1. With an extremely hot scarface. And trenchcoat. And awesome powers. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Futuristic Female TV Character: Max from Dark Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Male Anime Character: Hakkai from Saiyuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Female Anime Character: Tohru, Fruits Basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Male Fictional Character: Sirius Black from Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Female Fictional Character: Hermione Granger from Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sad Movie: Life is Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Romantic Comedy: Love, Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Comedy: Miss Congeniality/My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Serious Movie: Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Animated Movie: It used to be Finding Nemo, then The Incredibles, then Ratatouille. Now I'm undecided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cantonese Movie: Infernal Affairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mandarin Movie: Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Japanese Movie: Death Note 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Singaporean Movie: I Not Stupid. I Not Stupid Too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My download is SO slow I want to spew blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Animal: Cheetah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Type of Food: Pasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soft Drink: Fanta Grape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chocolate: Dove Hazelnut, Nestle Double Blend (Aussie chocolates, all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seafood: Prawns! Preferably deep fried or glazed with garlic butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chicken: Shrimp Paste Chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dimsum: Cheesy Prawn (wrapped in Foo-chuk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vege: Mushrooms! Shitake, button, Swiss, yum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheese: Camembert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Odd Food Combination: Philadelphia Cream Cheese with Soy Sauce. Second place goes to Meidi-ya Pandan Cake with Salt. I am not a lunatic. These combinations work. Don't dismiss it if you haven't tried it! Go ahead, I dare you to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Potato Chip: Pringles, Original Flavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Malaysian Dessert: Chendol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Western Dessert: Creme Brulee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Japanese Dessert: Ice Fruit Balls, Sakae Sushi. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Malaysian Noodle Dish: Pan Mee. Specifically, Restoran Gembira Pan Mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Japanese Noodle Dish: Tempura Udon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chinese Noodle Dish: Esquire's SzeChuan Vegetable Noodle Soup with Pork Chop. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Italian Noodle (er I mean Pasta) Dish: Aglio Olio (with lots of olive oil. And bacon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Korean Noodle Dish: Japjae! (Potato Noodles. Yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Potato Dish: Hash Browns. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Card Game: Chor Dai Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Touristy Place: Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Place to Live: Adelaide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Holiday So Far: Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Roadtrip: Yorke Peninsula, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Are we there yet?!?!?! Apparently not. And so the list continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Phrase to use: Oh Fine! That, or Cool Beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Accessory: Earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Place to Shop: Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Place to Eat: Malaysia. I'm not picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Desktop Wallpapers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyspa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;www.jimmyspa.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weapon of Mass Distraction: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.facebook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. Used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;www.google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Online Game: Maple Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mobile Phone Game: ERIX on my Sony Ericsson phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Computer Game: Bubble Bobble!!! Does anyone have it? I want to play but can't find it anywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not-so-old-but-still-old Computer Game: Super Mario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Colour: Baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71.9% Done... Almost THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of making lists.&lt;br /&gt;Byebyenow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8865999926964592148?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8865999926964592148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8865999926964592148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8865999926964592148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8865999926964592148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-6070558302852348962</id><published>2007-09-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Season 2 I love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Heroes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I've Missed Thee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is back!!! After a gruelling, torturous three-month wait, where I pined and pined away and experienced withdrawal symptoms only slightly mollified by the hilarious home videos made by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adrian Pasdar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on youtube (check it out @&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/buckshotwon"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/buckshotwon&lt;/a&gt;), I finally have Heroes back in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's chockful of new characters!!! Hot new characters!!! Hot new characters with mysterious powers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, Heroes. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Matt and Mohinder and Molly under one roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How amazingly cute is it that Molly gets to stay with her two favourite people in the world? The guy who cured her from the disease and the guy who saved her from Sylar? Molly's so adorable. And her banter with Matt Parkman? Adooooorable. Although the creepy man who continues to give her creepy nightmares continues to be freaking creepy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"I can seeeeee yooooouuuuu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o_O *Meeep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Goodlooking Hispanic Twins with Mysterious Powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya and Alejandro! Firstly, they speak with such beautiful accents... and they seem to be going through so much and are hiding such a tragic ability... plus I'm a sucker for close siblings who would do anything for each other (much like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Peter and Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). And it doesn't hurt that they're both very goodlooking. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Another Flying Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the fact that powers are not exclusive to one Hero... How cute is it that Claire's new love interest can fly?! And he's really cute...... in an unassuming, non-jock, adorable kinda way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. OooOoH Mystery Surrounding the Older Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning, there were Thirteen (or was it Twelve?). And they founded the Company. And they wanted to make the world a better place for Heroes... and things went horribly wrong and now one of them is turning against the remaining few... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;POOR PAPA NAKAMURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I liked his character, I didn't want him to die. :( *weepyface* Or maybe he's not dead yet? You never know, with this show. And we haven't even gotten a chance to see his POWER. *sob* Angela Petrelli continues to be mysterious in a scary way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. OooOoH Mystery Surrounding the Disappearance and Supposed Death of Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months gone... and poor poor Peter is chained inside a container half naked (I'm not complaining) and has LOST HIS MEMORY?!! To top that off, he's wearing the Haitian's necklace, which suggests that this memory loss is the Haitian's doing. And assuming the Haitian is acting under Angela's orders..... what on EARTH?! Poor Wide-Eyed Confused Lost Little Boy Peter...... But he does that whole wide-eyed look sooooo well. See below! (And try not to drool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114525001185337394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RvpxZAKBoDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ejsaBkjRV18/s400/poor+scared+peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Poor Drunken Pining Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not digging the abundance of facial hair. Oh, but it only serves to show how completely lost and distraught Nathan is without his idealistic little brother, that he's living in Peter's apartment, drinking his life away, consumed with guilt, waiting and wondering if Peter will ever return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. Hiro's Hilarious Escapades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! Can't believe that Takezo Kensei is an ang-moh. A drunken no-use ang-moh. :) Could things get any weirder? Can't wait to watch his adventures unfold in ancient feudal Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8. The Blissful Lack of Sylar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice is that? I suspect this won't last long though. Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Things that Give Me The Creeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. "I Can See You..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Season 2 BigBad... ARGH... I'm already freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. Bald Company Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy with the Midas touch... He's irritating. And creeeeeepy. I don't like him already. BLEARGH. Maybe he's one of the Thirteen from the older generation. Is he the killler?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's only comment was: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Why is it that they keep introducing so many good looking men into the show and not GIRLS?!?!?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ha, typical. All I can say is... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Neh-neh-ni-booboo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) Anyways, I don't know why he's complaining. Kristen Bell is appearing from episode 5 onwards... with electric-manipulation powers and a slightly off-kilter and flirty personality! Can't wait... Now if only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jason Dohring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would appear in Heroes toooooo... that would be the very sweet icing on an already amazing cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Monday/Tuesday come fasteeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and tomorrow, I'm going to watch the first two episodes of Prison Break Season 3! Woooooohooooooooo I love American TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-6070558302852348962?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/6070558302852348962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=6070558302852348962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6070558302852348962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/6070558302852348962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/09/heroes-season-2-i-love-you.html' title='Heroes Season 2 I love You!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RvpxZAKBoDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ejsaBkjRV18/s72-c/poor+scared+peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2683113878042239824</id><published>2007-09-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:09.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Give Me My Food Now, Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm hungry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I've been having some weird intermittent form of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;diarrhoea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (screw the spelling) so I decided to stay off dinner to let my poor abused stomach rest and now it's 10 something pm and stomach acid is burning a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;big gaping hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my poor abused stomach lining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I need my stomach! I like my food! I want my dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now I sound like a petulant child. Haha. Well I am a petulant child, so get used to it. And this is my blog, which nobody reads anyway, so I can be as petulant as I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as verbose as I want, apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay end of cranky crabby whiny phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know, I really don't know how to deal with hunger pangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been, for the past hour, reading Malaysian foodie blogs. And man, there are about a dozen restaurants that I want to go to right now, and more than a dozen foods that I am craving right now, and all I have is a big empty stomach churning with acid. GAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay I mean it. No more whining. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think one of my great ambitions in life is to be a food critic. I mean, imagine. You get paid to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to expensive yummy restaurants and stuff yourself till you feel like throwing up. But of course, that would require:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1: really good writing skillz, and; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;: the ability to eat large quantities in one sitting without throwing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BOTH of which, I do not possess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have really good whining skillz - many people will attest to that. But the ability to wax lyrical and sell food and give a good critique on the food I'm eating? I don't have that. Coz I most probably find EVERYTHING nice, and call everything "yummy". So much for my descriptive skillz huh? And... yeah, last time I realllllly stuffed myself: strands of puked-out angel hair pasta strewn across a grass patch in a parking lot. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At least I didn't puke on my friends&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So food-critic career? Out! How do people start this kinda career anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can, however, post pretty pictures of the pretty food that I had the pleasure to sink my teeth into in the US of A. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Behold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And Drool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Crave coz I am Craving and I want to spread the disease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105251722784640370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rtl_ZKGHjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TuTrVJNquls/s400/desserts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Droolworthy Decadent Delightful Desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Left to Right! Top to Bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. Peanut Butter Chocolate Mousse Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Rich and creamy, melts in your mouth. Decadent, I tell you, decadent! I only had a few bites, as this was Win's dessert, and I was a little preoccupied with my precious little creme brulee (see point number 3!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Caramelised Cheese Cake with Berries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Oh MAN! I love all things caramelised. This! This rivals my all-time favourite Secret Recipe Caramel Cheesecake. Ren's choice, and a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. Creme Brulee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I know all you see is whipped cream but MAN was it yummy. Melt-in-your-mouth I-want-to-keep-eating-it-till-I-drop-dead kinda yummy. Even Eddy (our very very nice and accommodating LA host), who eats less than us and proclaimed he was stuffed even before he finished the main course ate a few bites and proclaimed it GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. Triple Chocolate Cake with strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Best Molten Chocolate Cake Ever. I feel the need to Capslock everything coz it was THAT GOOD. Chocolate at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge cookie dough icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - we ate this in San Fran. While it was freezing outside and gusts of wind threatened to blow everything away, we sat in the nice cozy Ben and Jerry's restaurant and indulged. Indulgently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. Burger King's Hershey's Sundae Pie and Butterfinger Creme Pie and Cheesy Tots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Okay I know the last one isn't a dessert but I ran out of pretty dessert pictures. MAN. I can't believe they make icecream pies out of CHOCOLATE, but they do. Yaay for me! And cheesy tots are the best fried-cheese thingies I've ever eaten. I miss it I miss it *drool drool drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105255717104225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RtmDBqGHjYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9Pp4T3Jw7kk/s400/pastas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pretty Plethora of Pastas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Shell Pasta in Creole-Mustard sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Win's dinner - Spicy like hell but REAL GOOD. But REALY SPICY. So obviously, being the lousy-spicy-threshold person that I am, couldn't take much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Grilled Shrimp Caprese with Angel Hair Pasta at Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - aaah mixed feelings. The prawns, so succulent and flavourful. The garlic butter sauce, so utterly delicious and pleasing. The pasta, so stringy and chewy. And yet... and yet, I puked. This meal. It was yummy while it lasted. REAL yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Four-Cheese Penne Pasta at Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Win's dinner. Cheesy and Rich and Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. Mushroom Ravioli at Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ren's dinner. It looks little but boy is it filling! The mushroom insides were delish. But filling. Waaaay too filling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105259363531459986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RtmGV6GHjZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1wDAGDnNO2c/s400/yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Gastronimical Delights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Crab Cakes and Sweet Potato Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Crab cakes, I tell you. Food for the soul. And sweet potato fries, surprisingly yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Sumptious Starters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Fried Mozarella Cheese, Stuffed Mushrooms, Fried Calamari - YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Hugemongous Pizzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, US is pizza heaven. Win and Ren WERE in heaven. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Chilli Cheese Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - YUM! I love US chilli more than Malaysian chilli. It's this slightly spicy tomato and bean concotion that works amazingly well with cheese and hot dogs. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. Stinkin Garlic Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ate this in San Fran. Yes, those are actual garlic cloves. And let me tell you, it is YUMMY! And it causes garlic breath. Haha. My poor travel-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Denny's BREAKFAST FOOD with BACON GALORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - No blog post is complete without mention of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Salty oily fatty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BACON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bacon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This came, of course with buttermilk pancakes and yummy eggs, and heavenly hash browns and sausage and ham. But the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BACON.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *drool*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Evidently, blogging about food does nothing for your hunger pangs. Oh well, screw hunger pangs. I'm going to go off and drool at more food photos. Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2683113878042239824?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2683113878042239824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2683113878042239824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2683113878042239824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2683113878042239824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/09/hunger.html' title='HUNGER'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rtl_ZKGHjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TuTrVJNquls/s72-c/desserts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-194567434360443243</id><published>2007-08-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:29:46.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Twenny-Four!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lalala, I just turned 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday was nice, full of unexpected surprises (okay I guess all surprises are unexpected), very nice presents, yummy Italian food, big helpings of caramel cheese cake, and many firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working on a birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;First time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;receiving flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being surprised in the middle of a serious conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;having something specially delivered to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of firsts. :)&lt;br /&gt;All of them good, all of them happy. Well, except for the working on a birthday part. But I guess the rest wouldn't have happened if I hadn't worked on my birthday, so it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should resolve to work on all my birthdays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I realise that I am blessed with a lot of really great people in my life. I realise that I have been blessed with an amazing amount of love all these years. I have so many people around me who love me. People who forgive my shortcomings, many as they are. People who bring out the best in me. People who are always affirming, supportive and warm. People who actually love me more than I deserve. In every place I've journeyed to, in every important phase of my life (high school, uni, work), I've met amazing individuals. I have never felt alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to all of you, though you may never read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so loved! Heehee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very happy birthday... and a great start to a promising year ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-194567434360443243?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/194567434360443243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=194567434360443243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/194567434360443243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/194567434360443243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4118557414601406902</id><published>2007-08-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And So Life Resumes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RsL-jSYCuVI/AAAAAAAAADk/1rGSeIFF5GI/s1600-h/DSCN1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098917610318379346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RsL-jSYCuVI/AAAAAAAAADk/1rGSeIFF5GI/s400/DSCN1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture! &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy left my camera in India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (!!!) so he bought me a new one. Haha. Which is good, since the old one was dying. Muahaha. Anyways, this new Nikon camera can take multiple shots every 2 seconds! Hence, me playing around with this COOL COOL function. Hence, the pic. Mummy and I, making silly faces at the camera. She's sporting YAH? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love my mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USA was good. When I feel like it, I shall Picasa-fy all my pretty pictures and post some of them up here. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The FOOD, the DESSERTS, the BACON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*drool* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, also - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I left my heart in San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098919680492616034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RsMAbyYCuWI/AAAAAAAAADs/-c9XG16Q_l0/s400/DSCN0890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-4118557414601406902?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4118557414601406902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4118557414601406902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4118557414601406902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4118557414601406902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-life-resumes.html' title=''/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RsL-jSYCuVI/AAAAAAAAADk/1rGSeIFF5GI/s72-c/DSCN1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1557718159323818004</id><published>2007-07-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something sweet and something sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello people of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to share stuff again, this time a pretty poem, a sweet picture, and a sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-- W.B. Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is that?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this man wanting to give the one he loves the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;very cloths of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - and then admitting to not being able to do so - yet still so vulnerably exposing himself in the last 3 lines... an admission of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and a plea for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reciprocation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - AAH, gets me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082261646596810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RofSCmT-qPI/AAAAAAAAADc/epmHTX0EhEY/s400/how+time+passes+by.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandfather and grandson, quiet companionship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So sweet yah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the bittersweet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Sick Puppies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't mind where you come from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as you come to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't like illusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can't see them clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't care no I wouldn't dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To fix the twist in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You've shown me eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What you'll do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't mind...I don't care...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as you're here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hours slide and days go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till you decide to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in between it always seems too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of a sudden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I have the skill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeah I have the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To breathe you in while I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However long you stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is all that I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't mind...I don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As long as you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Black or white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The compromise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go ahead say it: you're leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I'll take you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you take me for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go ahead tell me you'll leave again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'll just come back running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Holding your scarred heart in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so sad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Go ahead, say it. You're leaving!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At one point the angsty singer shouts this out and you just feel all that bitter resignation, that everything is repeating itself again, that the girl will just keep on running back to him after having her heart scarred or broken by another. Ouch. And coz he loves her so much, so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;painfully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, he'll just take whatever he can, he'll take her for who she is, whenever she comes to him, when she does choose to come to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not saying that what he's doing is good though. It's so completely destructive.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SUCH A SAAAAD, HEARTWRENCHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;And you know me and sad, tragic songs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1557718159323818004?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1557718159323818004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1557718159323818004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1557718159323818004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1557718159323818004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-sweet-and-something-sad.html' title='something sweet and something sad'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RofSCmT-qPI/AAAAAAAAADc/epmHTX0EhEY/s72-c/how+time+passes+by.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1074867663633160220</id><published>2007-06-22T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so quiet in the office today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078745126761029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RntTyNFWYFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ss0gIb2jJWs/s400/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should stop being so Emo right? Almost 24 already...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1074867663633160220?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1074867663633160220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1074867663633160220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1074867663633160220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1074867663633160220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonely.html' title='lonely'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RntTyNFWYFI/AAAAAAAAADU/ss0gIb2jJWs/s72-c/angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7130803164222479437</id><published>2007-06-13T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:50:44.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pretty song lyrics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently listening to two songs ad nauseum...&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- really sweet, without being &lt;em&gt;sickly so&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't quite know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those three words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have said too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I ever was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Snow Patrol. They have such a lovely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lilt to their songs. And the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;guitar-playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;James Morrison - The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this song is incredibly sad. And I love sad songs. They tell of emotions that you would never be able to express any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been twisting and turning, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a space that's too small. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been drawing the line and watching it fall, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(chorus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I gave it all to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you leave me now, oh just leave me now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the better thing to do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time to surrender, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been too long pretending. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no use in trying, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieces don't fit here anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pulled me under, I had to give in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a beautiful myth, Thats breaking my skin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well i'll hide all the bruises, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll hide all the damage thats done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad horr?!!! *weepy face*&lt;br /&gt;And James Morrison, he's a crooner, so you literally &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; all the emotion that's pouring into the lyrics, pouring into &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;each note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs, they tell stories, they do.&lt;br /&gt;They unite people in their love, in their grief.&lt;br /&gt;How many people listen to these songs and think of the love they once had?&lt;br /&gt;How many people are hurting out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7130803164222479437?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7130803164222479437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7130803164222479437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7130803164222479437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7130803164222479437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-440360040978271965</id><published>2007-05-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:10.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P V Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R.I.P, Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069280411223265810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RlmzrQHPEhI/AAAAAAAAADM/cwGe0JD6_d0/s400/i+thought.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought your story was epic, too. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun while it lasted - and you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-440360040978271965?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/440360040978271965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=440360040978271965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/440360040978271965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/440360040978271965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/rip-v-mars.html' title='R.I.P V Mars'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RlmzrQHPEhI/AAAAAAAAADM/cwGe0JD6_d0/s72-c/i+thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-7877022853135989975</id><published>2007-05-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:20:32.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Finale MADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How bout you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Awesome moments of awesome proportions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nathan's sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nathan I love you!!! In many ways the decision you had to make was the hardest - you had to choose between your mum and your bro. You had to choose between a life that was paved out of you and a life of uncertainty. Heck, you could've possibly just walked into your own death! I seriously hope you don't die. Please writers find a plausible way to explain his not-death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Peter and Nathan love each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH. Sweetest brother scene EVAR! I mean Lincoln and Michael also have that "I would go to jail for you" thing going on, but the LOOK on Nathan's face (illuminated by the glow of Peter's uncontrollable Nuclear powers)... DAT is unconditional love. And the look on Peter's face always kills me...... And they flew into the sky. And he exploded. WAHWAHWAH *Flails around helplessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Sylar/Peter face off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the black/white contrast - Sylar in black and Peter in white. Good and Evil meet and Good prevails! At least for a while. : (See not-so-awesome moments below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Molly and Micah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet! They are a future couple! So cute, Micah impressing Molly with his amazing technopath skillz. And Molly just rocks in general! Her sad/scared face is so convincing and the look she gets in her eyes when she sees "Officer Parkman" is adorable. Now Mohinder can go on a crusade with Molly to find people with special abilities and protect them from EVIIIILLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ando and Hiro are BFFs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look bad ass!" Ando, best line in the show, ever. :) I'm glad you lived. Hiro! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Charles Deveaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah I knew he had a part to play. So he can transcend death and communicate to people in his dreams? Guess that's where Peter got his dreaming powers from. I love his little speech about Peter and his compassion and the hope he has in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. The general hotness of the men in this episode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan was really hot! His last scene was breathtaking. All the angular lines of his face softened with love. (WAAAAAAA don't die please?) And Mohinder minus the facial hair is starting to grow on me. And Peter is still hot, will always be hot, even when he's on the verge of exploding. And he looks really good in white. And the whole Nuclear vibe thingy gave him this sort of angelic glow. Haha I should really stop this shameless fawning over them. And you know, Hiro's cute and so is Ando. And I suspect that Sylar didn't look half bad even though his EVILNESS just takes over and all I can think when he is on screen is DIE SYLAR DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not so awesome and downright scary moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(Sigh, I guess they're necessary for furthering the plot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sylar YOU IS NOT DEAD!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I sword won't kill Sylar! He couldn't even die when infused with all sorts of incapacitating chemicals by The Company. Even after being pronounced dead! Now if I were Hiro I would take that knife and chop his skull off and take out his brain and burn it and scatter the ashes in 4 different parts of the world. That would probably be the only way to off him permanently. Can't believe there's someone worse than him, which leads me to my next point of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Scary foreshadowing of scary villain!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can SEE YOU when you're looking for him? VAT?! Major creeps there man. And I thought I couldn't hate anyone more than I hated the dumbass who named himself after a watch. Yeah yeah still not over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Mama Petrelli is controlling and EVIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's just horribly deluded. Or maybe it's both. Aiyah I don't know her deal. First you call Peter weak (my poor Peter, sayang sayang) and then you convince your other son to let him be the one to kill millions? Terrible terrible mother. What is it with the mothers on this show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out-of-this-world theories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Mohinder's potential powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanti had powers right? So high chances that Mohinder has powers too. I had a crazy thought after tonight's episode... His blood can heal the disease that deblitates our heroes. Who were the people dying in this episode? D.L. and Matt. Yet at the end of the episode both of them are still alive - Matt took 5 bullets but was not dead yet. D.L. took a bullet but at the end&lt;em&gt; seemed&lt;/em&gt; to be in less pain. Does he have some sorta healing power ala Linderman? Except that his powers work in a different way? Or maybe it's minimal? I dunnno tell me whatchu think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Kiddy heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that Linderman intended that Niki and D.L. "procreate" to achieve the maximum potential of human evolution. It is possible, that as this particular genetic strain gets passed down, that it gets more pronounced and more powerful right? I mean Peter and Nathan discovered their powers in their 20s/30s. Claire discovered hers as a teenager. Micah and Molly (aww those wee little things) seem to be in really good control of their powers already! Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Nathan isn't dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's an online theory that Nathan could've flew Peter high up enough and dropped him before he exploded and flown to safety. Possible? I sure hope so coz Nathan can't die like that, not after his awesome display of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, show. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You answer our questions.&lt;br /&gt;You give us closure.&lt;br /&gt;You produce cool characters we know and love.&lt;br /&gt;And then you throw in a little teaser of the next season which sounds like lotsa fun! Ancient Japan! Coooooool... I can't wait to know what you have in store for us for season 2. And don't kill Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that thought I leave you in peace. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-7877022853135989975?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/7877022853135989975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=7877022853135989975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7877022853135989975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/7877022853135989975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/heroes-finale-madness.html' title='Heroes Finale MADNESS'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8235820402536434572</id><published>2007-05-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FLAIL*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064777884151097730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rkm0prsUqYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7wt7BtNvOwc/s400/heroes!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show is made of awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NEXT MONDAY NEEDS TO COME NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't read if you haven't watched Episode 22 of Heroes. This will be short, because I am incoherent and I'm too busy SPAZZING about this episode and the&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PREVIEWS OF THE FINALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Candace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't believe I'm saying this, but I liked you in this episode. I think underneath all those illusions you're just a poor girl who was teased coz you were not pretty/not thin... and all of this is a cover up. It's sad, the amount of faith you put in a delusional psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr Bennet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You can't possibly kill Molly! She's a cute little girl! She's a cute adorable little girl who doesn't deserve to die! Bennet 1, Thompson 0. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Linderman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HA. HA. HA. End of crazy-delusional-heal-the-world talk! I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mohinder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You should totally adopt Molly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Molly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mohinder and Matt are your heroes? So cute! *HUGS YOU*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Niki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yaaay! You back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.L.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; R.I.P. You were never my favourite, but you know, killing Linderman was the BEST use of your powers so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; R.I.P. Terrible way to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Papa Nakamura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YOU ARE SO COOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU ARE SO COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOOOOOOO I don't want the 'future' to 'repeat itself'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sylar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BOOM YOUR HEAD. I hope you go BOOM and the only person who dies is YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You're still awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thompson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "What am I thinking?". "Your last thought". HAHAHA you is DEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Heidi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YES talk some sense into your wayward husband! I hope it's enough to prevent him from turning to the dark side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nathan ah Nathan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Don't go bad... please? Now that the dumbass old man is gone you don't have to go through with it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Peter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Yaaay so all the Invisible Man's teaching did help! You're on your way to becoming super cool! (And you're already super hot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previews are here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si9T0GlrOyw&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si9T0GlrOyw&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cm3qnea9aU4&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cm3qnea9aU4&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8235820402536434572?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8235820402536434572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8235820402536434572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8235820402536434572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8235820402536434572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/flail-this-show-is-made-of-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rkm0prsUqYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7wt7BtNvOwc/s72-c/heroes!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4915615069984584011</id><published>2007-05-14T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:11.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that only pregnant women have cravings, but apparently this is not true of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving pasta for about 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, where we had this yummy&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; shitake mushroom shell pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thingy that I quite liked... and this constant craving for pasta started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again, this time with Serena In, and ordered some patethic &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carbonara pasta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which just wasn't fulfilling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I convinced my mum to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pizzera Bella Italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where I had this dismal &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagliatelle Alla Bella Italia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dish (basically with garlic, chicken, eggplant and mushrooms), and was sadly disappointed and unfulfilled again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Wednesday we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Delicious Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we ordered 3 vegetarian pastas, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mushroom Mascaporne Angel Hair pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was amazing, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mac and Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was rich and cheesy and yum, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spaghettini with Eggplant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was okay-okay only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I AM STILL CRAVING PASTA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I can get this craving to stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these pictures doesn't help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064378851624528242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkhJu7sUqXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2EqTFrl3a7g/s400/pastas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me you're not craving pasta now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I'm all hungry and all I get for dinner is lousy vegetables! BOOHOOHOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Colleagues of mine! We need to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jogoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FAST! Agreeeee??? Heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-4915615069984584011?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4915615069984584011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4915615069984584011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4915615069984584011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4915615069984584011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/pasta.html' title='Pasta!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkhJu7sUqXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2EqTFrl3a7g/s72-c/pastas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4478957128417393944</id><published>2007-05-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:11.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho HeRoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you do when you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to watch the next episode of a show that hasn't been aired yet? *strangles self in anticipation* (Woe is me, next Tuesday seems so far away!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You go online and surf for random silly pictures of the cast, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a look, they crack me up. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062931327386691890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkMlN7sUqTI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLR_RUtvF5s/s400/silly!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The green man! Adrian Pasdar at his finest. And what's up with Milo's expression? Heehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062931902912309570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkMlvbsUqUI/AAAAAAAAACc/aQTCnMiYaUg/s400/silly!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Peter and Mohinder swap clothes! Hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I imagine that it'd be great, working as a crew member on the production of this show. I would gladly quit this job for a job on Heroes! Then again, which Heroes fan wouldn't? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;TUESDAY COME FASTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday was my mummy's birthday and we celebrated at Delicious cafe 1 Utama: 3 different types of vegetarian pasta (yes vegetarian pasta can be nice) and 2 types of dessert. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the Mushroom Mascaporne with Lemon Zest pasta. It has this really unique taste and the mushrooms are plentiful and huge! Mushrooms = my favourite vegetable. Are mushrooms considered vegetables?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway you know you're a loser when you talk about the categorisation of mushrooms on your personal blog. Tomatoes = fruit! Avocado = fruit! Avocadoes are YUM! Especially with garlic salt. Anyway I digress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday mummy! Some say she looks like my older sister, which is a compliment to her but could be taken as an insult to me (VAT? I LOOK ALMOST AS OLD AS MY MUM, a 50-SOMETHING YEAR OLD?!?!?!). Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some pics of my mum -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062939367565470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkMsh7sUqVI/AAAAAAAAACk/AWw6qXBv_lU/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; My mum in Korea, posing &lt;em&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/em&gt;-style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062940991063107938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkMuAbsUqWI/AAAAAAAAACs/s4MTG6stqTg/s400/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum loves food and so do I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I love her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-4478957128417393944?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4478957128417393944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4478957128417393944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4478957128417393944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4478957128417393944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/ho-ho-heroes.html' title='Ho Ho HeRoes!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkMlN7sUqTI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLR_RUtvF5s/s72-c/silly!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-1088344315204936130</id><published>2007-05-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Episode 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beware of Long, Rambling Heroes Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 21 spoilers: don't read if you don't wanna be spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ARGH if only, you know, I had Hana's ability and could infiltrate NBC's network and download unaired episodes of Heroes! Coz seriously... waiting for two weeks to see whether New York explodes/whether it is Peter who does it/whether they can change the future/whether my favourites live or die IS JUST TOO MUCH!!! I am totally unable to delay gratification. GAH. If only the remaining episodes could be transmitted from the writers' brains to MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Claire and Uncle Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Waaah how sweet are they? At least in all this confusion these two lost souls manage to find each other! And they're family! Awwwww... Peter's been living under his brother's shadow all his life - it's good that there's someone who looks up to him and cares about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Claire and Mr Bennet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yaay reunion! Now maybe Mr Bennet will know what to do with this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Claire and Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can fly?" ... "That's cool". Hehe. You can tell how much Claire actually hangs on to every detail she knows about her biological dad/anything he says... it's adorable! I hope Nathan doesn't go down the wrong path. I hope they have a chance to bond!!! And they can be a big happy Petrelli family! (provided Peter doesn't blow up boohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Mohinder and Little Molly Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adorable! Every scene they had together was adorable. Molly's abilities are cool plus she called Sylar the boogeyman ahahahaHA. And I love that Mohinder is the antidote. And his sister had abilities... I wonder if he has any. Cool beans! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things I Didn't Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Sylar and Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writers actually want us to sympathise with a twisted mass-murderer by showing us his sad past? Yeah, sure, he's all delusional and he's murdering people left, right, centre, and you blame it on his mum's expectations of him. Man goes wrong, blame it on woman. VAT?!?! How Freudian can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Angela Petrelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was all that crap about faith? How can any good come out of so many people dying? She does realise she's talking about (possibly) allowing her poor poor overlooked son Peter to explode? I'm confused - I want to like her. But she's manipulative and she's manipulating Nathan and these good boys always listen to their mother... Wah. What is it with this show and MOTHERS anyway? Guess I just have to watch the next two episodes to see what happens - which brings me back to my original point - why can't they be out like NOW?!?!? &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's scary! Her ability to create illusions is really dangerous - it's bad now that she's working for the company... but what if Sylar gets her brain? Nathan's life is in danger HELP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062216820922296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkCbYLsUqQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xwh99UCs0e0/s320/Nathan+and+mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Petrellis at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theories/Speculation/Worrisome Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Can you really change the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So far all the drawings that Isaac painted - they've all come true. The drawing of the cheerleader - a blonde cheerleader did die, just not Claire. Isaac painted his death, and he died. Whatever Isaac paints does happen - it just happens in a way that we don't expect it to. But if you subscribe to this theory... then New York will blow up! And no... they can't do that to us! And if you can't change the future, it means that Nathan is gonna die! And Peter is gonna blow up! And the scary future we've seen will happen regardless! oh noes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Angela Petrelli's speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think something worse could happen if New York doesn't explode? Linderman is psychotic and has weird ideas on the concept of 'healing', but why would Angela also want for this to happen? Does she know something we don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Health defects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So far, three people with special abilities have had diseases - Molly Walker, Mohinder's sister Shanti, and Charlie (Hiro's girlfriend with the good memory - she said she had a brain tumour). Is this something that will manifest in all Heroes? If so, let's hope Sylar contracts it and DIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Niki/Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Jessica seems to be mellowing. I guess that's how she eventually gets back to her Niki persona (like we saw in the future). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062217057145497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkCbl7sUqRI/AAAAAAAAACE/xRM13rG-AqE/s320/the+PSYCHO!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  Creepy fella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And this is the part where I talk to the characters of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohinder:&lt;/strong&gt; Yaay I'm liking you a lot better now than in the earlier episodes. Now's your chance to BRING DOWN THE COMPANY and save Molly Walker from the clutches of ambiguous EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylar:&lt;/strong&gt; DIE BOOGEYMAN DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claire:&lt;/strong&gt; All my brother had to say after this episode was that you look prettier with straight hair than with curly hair. EEK you are impairing my brother's reasoning ability - oh who am I to talk... Peter has the same effect on me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan:&lt;/strong&gt; NOOOOO do not go over to the DARK SIDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiro:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep fighting the good fight, yo! And save Ando - he is your BFF! And seriously, just kill Sylar already. Don't be all noble about it. Sylar does not deserve your pity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando:&lt;/strong&gt; You are totally the Sam Gamgee to Hiro's Frodo Baggins. Remember, he can't save the world without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candice:&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I could wipe that smug little smirk off your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claude the Invisible and Missing:&lt;/strong&gt; Where on earth are you? I kept expecting you to turn up when Peter looked like he was gonna lose control of his newly absorbed nuclear powers, you know, to PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molly:&lt;/strong&gt; *pinches your cheeks* you are such a cutie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; Yaay the wide-eyed-innocent-hopeful-you is back! Listen to Claire, don't keep running to your brother, not when he's thinking of allowing you/Ted/Sylar/whoerever it is to blow up the whole of New York. You're still my hero, regardless of what happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay I should probably stop, though I think I could probably go on for about 10 pages more. Verbose I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win, if you're reading this, I think you're probably the only one who understands my long insane ramblings. Hee! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE more week till my next Heroes fix. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes heroes heroes, you have made such an addict out of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062217327728437538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkCb1rsUqSI/AAAAAAAAACM/60xjdiPjAmw/s320/Peter+and+Claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Pretty Petrellis! =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-1088344315204936130?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/1088344315204936130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=1088344315204936130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1088344315204936130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/1088344315204936130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/beware-of-long-rambling-heroes-post.html' title='Heroes Episode 21'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RkCbYLsUqQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xwh99UCs0e0/s72-c/Nathan+and+mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-3226728367051855295</id><published>2007-05-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Long-overdue Korean food Photo Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060694525598804146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rjsy27sUqLI/AAAAAAAAABU/LZMFIntZf5w/s400/korean+FOOD!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Korean food. Lookie at what we had in Korea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clockwise from top left:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Seafood pancake - there's eggs and prawns and squid and asparagus in this YUMMY pancake. *drool* Ate it with lots of soysauce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Bibimbab - yes that's what it's called. :) It comes in this sizzling stone bowl... all you need to do is stir and mix the ingredients. It's like fried rice! Except you do the frying in your own bowl. Heh. And the ingredients are already cooked. I loved the slightly burnt rice at the bottom. Also ate it with lots of soysauce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Some chicken and rice noodle thingy - What's so fun about Korean food is that you get to cook most of it yourself! Apparently this dish was made famous by Winter Sonata. It was yummy! After you've finished half of it, they add rice into the sizzling pan and you get to fry rice again. Haha... look at how innovative they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sizzling pork with cabbage! - this was the highlight of our trip. I don't know what seasoning they use. It was slightly sweet, and salty, and spicy at the same time. Best eaten when wrapped with lettuce and SEAWEED. YUM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Emperor's meal - Four people to a square table that was LADEN with food. It looked so so impressive when it first came out, but sadly, only a few out of the 15+ dishes were nice. I liked the steamed egg though. But they had RAW CRAB (still in the shell) and raw octopus! Eeek! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Seafood steamboat - Whoa. You name it - prawns, mussels, crab, la-la, MUSHROOMS (okay not seafood, I know I know)... Hehe. Yummmmy tooooo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and have a look at Adelaide at night - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060697377457088706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rjs1c7sUqMI/AAAAAAAAABc/G3v7miESme4/s320/citylights.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pretty horr?! And the place where you look at it is called Windy Point. How cool is that? It is really windy... and the road that takes you there is windy too! Double meaning! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-3226728367051855295?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/3226728367051855295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=3226728367051855295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3226728367051855295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3226728367051855295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-overdue-korean-food-photo-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Rjsy27sUqLI/AAAAAAAAABU/LZMFIntZf5w/s72-c/korean+FOOD!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-665245562926206927</id><published>2007-05-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:59:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only read if you have watched Heroes Episode 20, or have no intention of watching, or if you don't mind spoilers. Lots of incoherent babbling ahead. Because, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;OHMYGOODNESSME. THIS EPISODE OF HEROES KILLS ME DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years into the future man. 5 years. And what a bleak, bleak world that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it takes great vision for these writers to think up the plots that they did. They seriously weren't exagerrating with the tagline "friends becoming enemies and enemies becoming friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could talk to the characters in this episode, this is what I would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Can you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; do anything right? I was sympathetic; your life was full of crap and it was getting crappier... but now you're actually AIDING the WRONG PEOPLE and turning against your &lt;em&gt;OWN KIND&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I love you. I loved you since the "Company Man" episode, and I hope you get to live in the alternate future that our Heroes create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: My brother really likes you. He thinks you're hot as a blonde, and hot as a brunette too. The world is unfair. And you have a father who loves you. And Peter "freaking hot" Petrelli is your uncle. Jealous I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claude aka Invisible Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Where ARE you? I miss your snark and sarcasm and your British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hana aka Wireless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I knew you were cool. I hope you live too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Niki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I like you so much better now that Jessica's gone. And PETER?!?!?! Totally unexpected. Jealous I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: WHY WHY WHY can't you just die off the face of this earth? If you talk about being special and chosen one more time I will choke and die. And seriously, you named yourself after a WATCH? How dumb is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *cries* :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Waaah I still love you. The future you scares me too..... he's so world-weary and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm quite fond of you too... Don't die?! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohinder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Finally, FINALLY you did something right. ^^ And you're called "The Professor" huh? Cool beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: If you have Claire's healing powers, why couldn't you regenerate? I'm not complaining, the scar still looks hot on you. No one can make angst look as good as you... no one except maybe Michael Scofield. Okay. Wrong show. Anyway where was I? I thought present you was cute, you know, all doe-eyed and altruistic and hopeful...... BUT! The future dangerous-jaded-powerful you is SO HOT. You're in total control of your powers and on top of that you fight WITH FIRE and in a TRENCHCOAT. I'm a sucker for trenchcoats. It was like Neo from the Matrix, but better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You know you're obsessed when you start talking to fictional characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait with bated breath for next Tuesday to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I shall watch that episode for the 1956322382th time. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-665245562926206927?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/665245562926206927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=665245562926206927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/665245562926206927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/665245562926206927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/05/heroes.html' title='HEROES!!!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-4791247307996214431</id><published>2007-04-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:12.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RjNdibsUqKI/AAAAAAAAABM/bkTZ1qihAK0/s1600-h/DSCF3593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058489652597794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RjNdibsUqKI/AAAAAAAAABM/bkTZ1qihAK0/s320/DSCF3593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-4791247307996214431?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/4791247307996214431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=4791247307996214431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4791247307996214431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/4791247307996214431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RjNdibsUqKI/AAAAAAAAABM/bkTZ1qihAK0/s72-c/DSCF3593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-2496892743258690303</id><published>2007-04-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In sleep he sang to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In sleep he sang to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in dreams he came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that voice which calls to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and speaks my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; feel inclined to go for a musical, you should start with no other but &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057366875132176530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Ri9gYLsUqJI/AAAAAAAAABE/-D0SKHJRW0Q/s320/phantom!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Word of caution - going for this first might cause you to be disappointed if you watch other musicals, simply because there is no other musical as breathtaking and heartstopping and fantastic and haunting and unforgettable as this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their voices are still ringing in my head. The hauntingly beautiful music and lyrics... I was mesmerised. Transported into a different time and place, even. Starry-eyed and gawking, mouth-wide-open, and probably looking really stupid. But no one in the Esplanade theatre that day would've noticed, because they were doing the same. These songs, especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music of the Night, All I Ask of You, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; were composed to touch your heart and stick in your head. I've been humming these songs silently these few days (Ha! Betcha didn't notice)... That is the impact they've left on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the sets! Allow me a moment to rave about the sets (hmm I guess no one has to &lt;em&gt;allow &lt;/em&gt;me to since it is my blog, and you could just choose to stop reading. But please don't! Hehe. =p Okay end of crazy self-talk). Where was I? The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There was this scene, this unbelievable scene, where the Phantom takes Christine to his lair, set in a candle-lit underground lake... You almost don't believe it is a stage - you think it &lt;strong&gt;HAS&lt;/strong&gt; to be a lake, for the 'water' seems so real, and the light from the candles reflect so beautifully off the 'water'... and the boat just seems to glide right through. Truly magnificent. And the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHANDELIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hey how cool is it that they have an interactive stage? The rusty old chandelier morphed into a brightly lit one and was transported from the stage UP to the ceiling of &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; theatre! It's like &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; were in the Phantom's theatre, that the Phantom inhabited this very theatre, with voices coming from behind us, and the chandelier later FALLING from our ceiling...... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sheer amazement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, enough raving. Pictures! (Not mine, since we weren't allowed cameras)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057365135670421618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Ri9ey7sUqHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/takJlyAmCuo/s320/Phantom-and-Christine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his lair: Phantom and Christine. Passion, mystery and obsession... oh the drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057366007548782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Ri9flrsUqII/AAAAAAAAAA8/HOG6ip3dvF8/s320/Masquerade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Masquerade! A myriad of colours, I didn't even know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pictures! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go watch the musical. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You have to be there to experience it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's still showing in Singapore till the end of May! Speaking of Singapore, my family and I had quite a unique experience. After arriving in Singapore, our first stop (after driving blindly for dunno-how-long) was Geylang, the infamous red-light district (don't ask me why we ended up there). I went to top up my dad's cash card in 7 eleven, and had the weird experience of seeing a middle-aged prostitute with a HAIRY EUROPEAN MAN! UGH. Dirty. And then, the day after that, we watched Phantom. And after that, we walked the streets of Little India, among lots of Indian men, looking really out of place coz &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1: We were Chinese. 2. We were in formal clothing&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. Anyway we were looking for dinner lah. And had some very yummy cheese and garlic and butter naan from the Banana Leaf restaurant. Yumyum! Diverse experiences huh? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have babbled on for too long. Shall leave you with pretty Phantom song lyrics! This is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music of the Night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness stirs and wakes imagination&lt;br /&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defenses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour,&lt;br /&gt;Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender,&lt;br /&gt;Turn your face away from the garish light of day&lt;br /&gt;Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the music of the night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!&lt;br /&gt;And you'll live as you've never lived before &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,&lt;br /&gt;Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you,&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness which you know you cannot fight&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the music of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!&lt;br /&gt;Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul take you where you long to be!&lt;br /&gt;Only then can you belong to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating, falling, sweet intoxication&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation&lt;br /&gt;Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in&lt;br /&gt;To the power of the music that I write&lt;br /&gt;The power of the music of the night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone can make my song take flight&lt;br /&gt;Help me make the music of the night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-2496892743258690303?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/2496892743258690303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=2496892743258690303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2496892743258690303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/2496892743258690303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-sleep-he-sang-to-me.html' title='In sleep he sang to me...'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/Ri9gYLsUqJI/AAAAAAAAABE/-D0SKHJRW0Q/s72-c/phantom!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-8993540202318261429</id><published>2007-04-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:13.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masquerade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Masquerade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a while... lately I've been keeping busy with work and watching all sorts of tv and playing computer games. Yaay! Life is good when you have a lovely set of coping skills: tv, computer games, internet, a comfy bed, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! These are all the things you need to be a well-adjusted individual. Heh. At least I like to think that I am well-adjusted. Do my colleagues think otherwise? *glares at you if you dare to think otherwise* &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I talked about how much I love Venice in the very first post in this blog... and how I want to participate in a Masquerade... we had that last Saturday, in a much smaller scale and with much cheaper masks that made us look like our heads were on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it was fun! Dressing up is always fun. Hehe. So is taking photos! lookie lookie......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055133632054666802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RidxQU6_pjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mufpxJy43NY/s320/P4140001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty little ladies, all in a row. :D See what I mean about heads on fire?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055136260574652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RidzpU6_pmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rHrBJNhE2JI/s320/P4140045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Satnam! What's wrong with wanting World Peace? ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055135732293674578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RidzKk6_plI/AAAAAAAAAAk/poi8C8tD07s/s320/P4140003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We want FOOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of food, everyone &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; to eat at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Paddington's House of Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They have a huge selection of both savoury and sweet pancakes... and MAN. The&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHOCOLATE SYRUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pannekoeks (dutch pancakes) were the best pancakes I've ever tasted in my life. Oh and it comes with maple syrup, blueberries, chocolate icecream and fresh cream! Yumyum! *drool* See what I mean about food being a coping skill? Food should totally be everyone's coping skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byebye now. It's time to drool at Wentworth Miller on Prison Break. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-8993540202318261429?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/8993540202318261429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=8993540202318261429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8993540202318261429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/8993540202318261429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/04/masquerade.html' title='masquerade!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RidxQU6_pjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mufpxJy43NY/s72-c/P4140001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-3330099698613014555</id><published>2007-04-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:50:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>~* Good Friday *~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord, for loving me and redeeming me by your death on the cross. Greater love hath no one than this. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050347104374803026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RhZv7vyuylI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZPu4ujzpIFo/s320/reaching+up.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he should give his only son, to make a wretch his treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned his face away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life; I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything: no gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ; his death and resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart: his wounds have paid my ransom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-3330099698613014555?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/3330099698613014555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=3330099698613014555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3330099698613014555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/3330099698613014555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kg2RxM0lrtQ/RhZv7vyuylI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZPu4ujzpIFo/s72-c/reaching+up.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-117578127166157022</id><published>2007-04-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:03:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>le couch potato speaks!</title><content type='html'>Yaaaaay the internet is finally back on and I feel connected to the world again! I've been so deprived. o_O So anyway, I've been inspired by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Hi Leenda!) to start blogging again... and I think I shall resume this madness by blogging about my current obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prison Break! Heroes! Veronica Mars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah so many tv shows, so much to love and obsess over! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Break!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express how much I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this show right now. I basically went through the whole of last week SLEEP DEPRIVED because I was trying to watch as much as possible in the shortest possible span of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storyline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The premise is interesting - Little brother Michael (hot!) 'breaks' into prison to break his older brother Lincoln (not as hot as little bro but still considerably hot) out of prison... government conspiracies... intriguing prison culture... a protagonist as smart as he is hot (I cannot emphasise this enough)... sweet forbidden romance between doctor and inmate... the conflict that rages within an essentially good man as he has to make sacrifices and wrong some people in the pursuit of his brother's freedom... I LOVE THIS SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye candy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/942915/wentworth%20miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/141532/wentworth%20miller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze upon the HOTNESS that is Michael Scofield (Wentworth Miller)! You could drown in those eyes. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: He was in Mariah Carey's video for "We Belong Together". We know who's prettier. Hee ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Romance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/7131/michael%20and%20sara.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/991623/michael%20and%20sara.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Sara... After all they've been through, if they don't end up together at the end of the last season of this show (whenever that is), I will spew blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Heroes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;show to watch. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storyline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not the standard superhero with cape type story! This show is about ordinary people who discover that they have extraordinary abilities... and different characters react and adapt to these abilities in different ways. Creepy antagonist Sylar, with his delusions of grandeur and psychotic ambitions to reach his 'evolutionary peak', decides to go on a murdering spree as he attempts to add more brains (eew!) to his already extensive collection... some try to fight back and their lives intertwine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eye candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/641298/Milo-Ventimiglia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/833318/Milo-Ventimiglia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Petrelli (Milo Ventimilglia)!&lt;br /&gt;That poor thing has so much crap going on in his life right now (SYLAR!!! 0_O)... I just wanna give him a hug. And I hope he doesn't lose all that pretty hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Romance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/457015/hiro%20nakamura!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/259726/hiro%20nakamura%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's not much romance in the show... not much that I care about anyway. But Hiro.... Hiro is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! He's adorable and innocent and he spews random Japanese words all over the place... his English is hilarious and he's the only comic relief in this oh-so-tense-I'm-gonna-pee-in-my-pants show. LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Veronica Mars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only coming back in May. Boohoooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storyline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The life and times of Veronica Mars, private investigator extraordinaire. I love this show - the mysteries are cool, but the relationships are better. I love the show's focus on developing/highlighting the relationships in this show - Veronica and her dad, Veronica and the love of her life (no one but Logan!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eye candy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/725357/logan%20echolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/619718/logan%20echolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee Logan! Possibly one of my favourite male tv characters of all time. Not the conventional good-looking type, but the way he EMOTES... you just feel for him. I read on a blog somewhere, someone was saying "no one will love me like Logan loves Veronica". Sad, yes, but quite possibly true. His dedication to her is like no other. They need to get back together... NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/1600/98567/logan%20veronica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6701/3726/320/599342/logan%20veronica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite TV couple, bar none.&lt;br /&gt;In Logan's own words... their love is EPIC. Spanning years and continents, lives ruined, bloodshed...... they belong together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I'm tired. This is such a long post! Hope you (whoever you are) haven't been bored to tears reading this. Whatever the case, it must be painfully obvious that I'm a TRUE BLUE COUCH POTATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightnight... time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-117578127166157022?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/117578127166157022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=117578127166157022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/117578127166157022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/117578127166157022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-couch-potato-speaks.html' title='le couch potato speaks!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-115814862970248864</id><published>2006-09-13T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:57:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food glorious food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is something wonderful and exciting and fun about trying new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm particularly adventurous, but most of my "trying new food" endeavours have resulted in long-time &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; affairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take for instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXHIBIT A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6701/3726/1600/shrimppastechicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6701/3726/320/shrimppastechicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp Paste Chicken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is particularly novel, but man, if you smelt it while the chicken was marinating, and looked at the actual marinade, you wouldn't be that impressed. You wouldn't be that tempted to try. But man is it rewarding. I love this like I love chocolate. The crispy oily deep-fried aromatic skin and the succulent chicken-flesh within (yaay I rhyme!)... this is food you could sing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con: After frying, your kitchen/house will stink of prawnpaste for days. I don't really mind, but some people find this disagreeable. And it attracts flies. Those irritating specimens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXHIBIT B.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6701/3726/1600/foochowfishballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6701/3726/320/foochowfishballs.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Foo-chow Fish Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not typical market variety fish balls. These chewy fishballs have PORK in them! Lovely marinated minced pork, wrapped in chewy fish-paste-thingy-whatever-you-call-it. MAN. And then they stew it in soup...... When you bite into the fishball the soup comes out and it is just so flavourful and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con: Beware of scalding! These fishballs collect soup. HOT soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lastest fancy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXHIBIT C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayonnaise and Ketchup Flavoured Mister Potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No picture, sadly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, it sounds weird! Mayo and Ketchup on a POTATO CHIP? But man is it yummy! I can totally taste the mayo in powder form and it's just so delicious. It's one of those odd combinations that work, just like MacDonald's frenchfries with their soft serve icecream. I like! And I just ate a whole can of it today, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;glutton&lt;/span&gt; that I am. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con: After eating a whole can, you get quite sick of it. I speak from experience. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past half hour I've been looking at various online cookbook-type websites and drooling. There is a puddle on the flooooor... Now for my dinner of fresh vegetables and unprocessed rice and more fresh vegetables haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-115814862970248864?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/115814862970248864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=115814862970248864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/115814862970248864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/115814862970248864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food glorious food!'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33896352.post-115755254567372827</id><published>2006-09-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:05:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail away to beautiful places...</title><content type='html'>New blog! I suppose what prompted me to get a blog @ blogspot.com is that there are&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SUCH BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt; skins around. Doesn't matter that no one reads this - the prettiness makes me happy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of my blog title... let's sail to some beautiful places that I've been to in the past. If I can, these are places I want to return to in the future. These are places of many fond memories, places of God's amazing creation, scenery so beautiful it takes your breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite place of all time:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of history, intrigue and romance! They call Paris the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;city for lovers&lt;/span&gt;, I think Venice trumps it. It's so steeped in history... the magnificent church buildings, the dating back to Crusader times; heck, even &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; wrote two plays set in this city (Merchant of Venice, Othello). And then they have masquerades, where people dress up, wear masks and revel around Piazza San Marco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/?action=view&amp;current=venice.jpg&amp;amp;refPage=&amp;imgAnch=imgAnch2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/venice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever went there, you would understand what I mean. This place is unforgettable. I want to spend days and days discovering every nook and cranny... I want to eat hearty Italian lunches in their quaint little restaurants... I want to take numerous Gondola rides through the winding river-roads... I want to watch the sun set on the church buildings, casting everything in a fiery red hue... I want to witness and participate in a masquerade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/?action=view&amp;amp;amp;current=gondola.jpg&amp;refPage=&amp;amp;imgAnch=imgAnch1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/gondola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venice once was dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pleasant place of all festivity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The revel of the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the masque of Italy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Lord Byron, famous poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second favourite place of all time:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Australia, my second home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent four years studying there, I have come to love this peaceful country set so far away from the others, in its little corner down under. The natural rock formations, the beautiful coasts, the wildlife, the starry night sky, the lush flower fields... There is so much to discover; there are so many places that I have yet to explore. I have too many beautiful pics of Australia, so here are some snapshots, summarised in the collage below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/?action=view&amp;current=scenery.jpg&amp;amp;amp;refPage=&amp;amp;imgAnch=imgAnch3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a391/jueying/scenery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right, top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Christmas Tree, Melbourne city.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's called a Christmas tree. And it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;! I want one for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. 12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is world-famous. And extremely beautiful. Mum didn't want to leave when we went there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Rhino Rock, Mount Gambier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's a rhino-shaped rock! Sunset and the great ocean - magnificent combination.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Dolphin Bay, Yorke Peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most beautifully blue ocean I have seen as of yet. Bright &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; sky, equally &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; ocean - magical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Tree with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; leaves, enroute to Adelaide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chance discovery when we took a wrong turn - what a great reward! The leaves are all pink, and there are rows and rows of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Field of yellow flowers, enroute to Adelaide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many years have passed since those summer days, among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down, among the fields of gold - Sting. Enough said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Beautiful sunset, enroute to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shades of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and a risen moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Little sailboats, Melbourne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspiration for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ship of hope'&lt;/span&gt;, maybe? The escapist in me wants to sail away in them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Carnival ride, Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't the lights lovely? I went on that ride, once every year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the pictures don't do these places justice.&lt;br /&gt;I love these places.&lt;br /&gt;I miss these places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33896352-115755254567372827?l=little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/feeds/115755254567372827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33896352&amp;postID=115755254567372827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/115755254567372827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33896352/posts/default/115755254567372827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-ship-of-hope.blogspot.com/2006/09/sail-away-to-beautiful-places.html' title='Sail away to beautiful places...'/><author><name>jueying</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
