<?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-7202670742696110696</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:22:34.584+01:00</updated><category term='Hermes'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Gift'/><title type='text'>kris : my life</title><subtitle type='html'>my story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3701812149439475897</id><published>2009-05-26T22:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:16:16.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns ...</title><content type='html'>UPDATEz ... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not update my blog for quite a while. Been busy lazying  and trying to do some work . Another 2 more weeks to final submission ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO perhaps i'll update more till den ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao ciao ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3701812149439475897?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3701812149439475897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3701812149439475897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3701812149439475897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3701812149439475897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2009/05/yawns.html' title='Yawns ...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-9078878538681204647</id><published>2009-02-24T23:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:58:35.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kris is tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very tired from uni work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mounting level of stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to move on from certain personal problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been neglecting work quite a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now its time to embrace my thesis and project work again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are too many memories to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places we went and things we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time to give up and face the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to move on as its not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall move on and give the attention to my project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna pass this year and make my parents proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March on &amp;amp; Bring it ON !!! &lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;div&gt;Loving all friends and family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7202670742696110696-9078878538681204647?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/9078878538681204647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=9078878538681204647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/9078878538681204647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/9078878538681204647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-988075853969616198</id><published>2009-02-02T01:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:15:38.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Different agenda</title><content type='html'>Different agenda. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Life, we all have different plans for something at a different time from others. It may be the same thing they are doing but some may take longer than usual to finish it. Like me, my degree took me 7 years instead of the 6 years I thought it will take on my youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a little girl, I used to think that by 27  years old and not married.. it will be a very sad thing. I am turning 27 this year. Not even start to work in the society yet, still a student living off Daddy. Yes, to those who wonder. I feel guilty at times for choosing this horrendous course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Architecture took my youth, my dad's money, my energy and most importantly, my hopes and dreams. I used to have so much hopes and was so energetic when I first went into Interior Design course in Lasalle-SIA in Singapore. After 3 years of brain churning creativity's, I thought I could jolly continue into Architecture since I have experience in that ' no need to sleep mode during crit times'. Oh boy... was I wrong. I didn't calculate that I will be getting older.  My body wont be able to 'tahan' the late nights and 'don' night session. I used to be able not sleep for 2-3 nights in a row or only nap for a few hrs a day for a straight 2 weeks. Time changes with age increases. I cant seems to 'perform' such miracle anymore. Yuck... it just shucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People around be elvolve into their own life.  The people im closest in Singapore... are those from Lasalle-SIA. The few close frens I still have now saw me grew from a simple girl to who I am now. The rest of my friends from primary to secondary schools, we are still in contact but not close. Sometimes I wish I make more of an effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway .... I see some of my frens already married and have babies. I doubt Im moody about 26.5 years old, single and no potential bf. Its just that when I was a little girl. I did imagine that I will be married and perhaps already a mother of 1. Hahahhaa.... Childhood thoughts. My life agenda is slower than others. I grad this year (finger cross) and US side suddenly decided that ... hmmm.. how abt crushing the economy for a while.. Toopid Lehman brother's with their closure.... Toopid US side for not helping the Lehman's Brother. Now Im grad, Economy is bad. How nice... Great timing!  Life Shucks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me... ideally I work for 2 years before I get married... NOW, perhaps first I need to find a bf. Guys around me seems to only want to be 'best friend or friends forever' with me. Thanks, I already found my lasting best guy fren, coco. 1 is truely enuff. I hardly stays friends with the guy i date. I never understand why... BUt its a cosmic mystery to me.. SO i never try to understand it. WHy ?? There are times when I dont even understand myself at times..... so, it just take it as another one of the greatest mysteries of Kris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Im just starting to be lonely at heart. Hoping that there will be someone there who understand me totally. Understand my thinking and thoughts and not give me crappy answers when i tell them something. stupid suggestion totally turns me off .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I told Andrew about what happen to my home. The intruder outside our 'Balcony'. His answer: Could it be a monkey? Mind you... Tis is someone who has been to Singapore and to my home. A monkey will be totally silly.... I shoot back: I think a gorrilla will be more fitting to a human shadow arent it ? Totally CRAP. Im being serious here and the last thing i want back from a decent conversation is rubbish! Totally inrrelavant! It made me mad. mad. mad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to thought he understands me. To date, no more. Certain things are getting clearer and Im getting more n more frustrated with silly replies or answers. Seriously, is it too much to ask for a decent conversation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me who makes life too complicated or is it others ??? &lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;div&gt;Kris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-988075853969616198?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/988075853969616198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=988075853969616198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/988075853969616198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/988075853969616198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-agenda.html' title='Different agenda'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3131746876944945433</id><published>2009-01-21T15:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:46:40.158Z</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>TO: YOU,&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;&lt;div&gt;IF ONE DAY, I WERE TO DISAPPEAR, WILL YOU MISS ME FROM YOUR LIFE ?&lt;div&gt;IF ONE DAY, I AM NO LONGER IN YOUR LIFE, WILL YOU STILL THINK OF ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD... WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO NOT BE HURT......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELL ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUIDE ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FROM: ME.&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/7202670742696110696-3131746876944945433?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3131746876944945433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3131746876944945433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3131746876944945433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3131746876944945433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-6739917660281424322</id><published>2009-01-17T11:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:40:35.985Z</updated><title type='text'>Best 5 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SXHFeZ34x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/bE_SiAXJsyw/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SXHFeZ34x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/bE_SiAXJsyw/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292228163269085154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 5 weeks in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good. I was happy. It was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you R. Thanks for being a good frend whom I can talk everything under the sky with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good time with you and I hope you did too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things may happen along the way during these few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope no matter what, you will treat me as a good frend and let me know if anything unexpected happens or pops up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know future dont look good for us but whatever it happens, it happens for a good reason. (like you always said.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, I wish you well and all the best to your career and your basic theory test. Im expecting a ride when Im back if theres a chance. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;div&gt;Kris Kum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7202670742696110696-6739917660281424322?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6739917660281424322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6739917660281424322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6739917660281424322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6739917660281424322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-at-sight.html' title='Best 5 weeks'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SXHFeZ34x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/bE_SiAXJsyw/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5456905110014258219</id><published>2008-12-17T22:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:05:27.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Keeping memories</title><content type='html'>Some memories are not meant to be kept. &lt;div&gt;Lock it or scream it away and throw it far far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never look back at it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never even go think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What hurts you should never be something You cherish.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some memories you keep so that it allows you to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some that will only stop you from growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even make you sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided that I am going to create my own memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to choose what I want do remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLush down the ones that Im blanking it out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let it go down the pipes forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some memories are not meant to be kept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7202670742696110696-5456905110014258219?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5456905110014258219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5456905110014258219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5456905110014258219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5456905110014258219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-memories.html' title='Keeping memories'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3367442246188673576</id><published>2008-12-01T21:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:57:37.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Kris's Will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is SHort :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;( as dated on 1st Dec 2008) . Please use newer copy if any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After last week Mumbai Terrorist attacks. Many things starts swimming in my head. (mind you, My head and brain seldom swim as so always try my very best not to exert any much energy from in there... ) Im 26... and yuck, still studying. I have no assets... no $$  only plenty of loves from my family, relatives and friends. Also, I dont have a will. What will ever happens to my possession if anythings happen to me. I dont have much but I want to give my all to the people I love in my life. Be it a small item, Be it something worthless. Its from Kris and once belonged to Kris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes : This is to prove that that Im so totally sane and just a tinge of emo but seriously whoever write and think about their will feeling all happy! * gawd... if whoever who can do it... Good for you!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My widely possession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any thing happens while Im still in UK. I hope for my things to be send back to Singapore. Except the panda bear that Andrew gave me. He deserve it back. Someone please kindly thank him for loving me so dearly ..... I also promise him the kettle, printer , tv, ikea table, free view, table lamps if he wants (if Im still in UK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My UK HSBC bank account: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If theres any money left, It should return back to my father and mother. I will like to thank them for giving me the education that sometimes I feel that I so dont deserve. The tears and disappointment I have given them. BUT the never ending love from them to keep me going through bad financial times and the good, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Expensive branded wallets/bags/purse. Anything branded..... in my names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gucci, Black Label, LV, Prada, Mui mui (if i had that chance to get that bag I always have like), burberry, loewe, Longchamp... Anyway ... All my labels goes to My dearest sister. She was there when I make my thoughts of purchasing them. I love her for having the same fetish as me... The label bag/purse fetish. Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my electronic items, from Camera to Laptop to phones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will like to pass on to my brother. It may not cost much but that was our common topic other than gua gua. I love him as he is. My cutie brother whom I still call 'Baby' when he is 20..... I cant rememeber much how my sister came into the family because of the close gap between us. BUt i so dearly remember when he came into our world. Ever so cute and adorable. All the time he was cute, he is cute. All the time when he mad temper gets to him, He is still the cutie brother to me I had known all my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Architectural books/journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my dearest friend Coseng. He was there when I needed him. He lent me a shoulder to cry on and he pushes me to carry on when im down and sad. He listens to my troubles and lend me a listening ears when I just need someone to talk to, ALTHOUGH, mostly, he didnt give me a chance to talk but he did distract me from my problem for awhile. I love him for being a good friend and always a friend for me when I needed him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and I may not have the same shoe size and may not have the same taste in shoes and it may never be a good idea to 'wear someone's old shoe.' I may not love my shoes as much as you love yours but im sure, you will love mine as much as you love yours. Brenda. I cant offer anything grand or expensive except my shoes. Hopefully by then.... I'll have gotten my Christian Louboutin. :) You can ebay the ugly ones but please... keep the expensive ones... I may be 'chor loh' with them... BUT i do love them. Love you too.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly.... The rest &lt;/span&gt;can be donate to charity. When I was 21. I signed the organ donation card. If possible... I'll like my organs be put to good use. Those that can be transplant to others... please do so. If not, please use it for test. One exception: I will like to keep my eyes. I want to look pretty with open 'window' coffin. Dont want ppl to have nightmare when they see me w/o the eyes... seriously. I still have my manners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, This may seems like a pretty down blog BUT trust me... poor as I am now. I cant afford a lawyer. Blog will is the next best thing for me. At least someone who read it will be able to print it out for me and pass on to my family. Well, At least i know 2 ppl who had link me to their blog too.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Coseng n Doreen, If anything happen... This job falls onto you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have people we loved that left us unexpectedly. Life is short, cruel at times and extremely unexpected. We should treasure it and love it and live it like the very last. My 26 years have also met with a few losses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was 9 or 10 when I lost my youngest brother at 18 month old. He brought life and change our life after his departure. When I was 14/15, I lost my maternal grandfather. When I was 17 or so... I lost my paternal grandfather. I was 25 when I lost my uncle in Nov 2007  and I lost the Granny whom I always regret not spending enough time with in Dec 2007 and till this very day... I still regret that.. My wishes of her seeing me graduate and get married was all marred. I miss her very much . I miss everyone very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn... I think im seriously emo today. I shall stop here. BUT once again.... If seriously anything happen to me between my next will (perhaps when I start working with some $$, I'll go look for a pro) This will have to work for it till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN-case you think im sounded seriously suicided. IM NOT... Im just plain emotional. Im a girl... Issit wrong for me to be emo n cry... nothing's wrong with that.. So let me get on with my life and sniff... Time to go back to my site analysis..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never realize that writing a will take so much of my emotional energy. wow.... I cant do this often... confirm will dry up inside and outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you guys so please love yourselves and live life to the fullest and be happy always. &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/7202670742696110696-3367442246188673576?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3367442246188673576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3367442246188673576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3367442246188673576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3367442246188673576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/12/kriss-will.html' title='Kris&apos;s Will.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-374913054173313095</id><published>2008-11-26T00:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:03:37.591Z</updated><title type='text'>261108 Updates</title><content type='html'>Okie.. updates:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health wise... 'vertigo' still on-going... cant seems to get rid of it... but its not as bad as it used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School work: Hmmm... not bad... primer went al-rite. Not fantastic... but alright... still on-going searching for my thesis topic... (kinda desperately now thou...). Anyhow,  Now its site choosing period... so, I sorta choosed a site. Its in Cardiff so I can save £££ on travel and time. Last year when it was in manchester.... wooohhh.. the 'overnight' or early morning travel to manchester was really tedious... and time consuming. At least now, its just a stone throw away... and it only cost me £3 for a return tix! Woooah! Anyway .... Going to site again to take more pictures.... Hopefully it will be sunny like today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do exercise... ahhh! Its too cold here to even move. There are mornings when i woke up trembling... cos my heater is on timer mood... ahhh! The thought of snuggling in bed is too tempting... plus the heater blanket i have... makes me so want to stay in my bed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie.. why am i still here typing. geez..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7202670742696110696-374913054173313095?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/374913054173313095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=374913054173313095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/374913054173313095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/374913054173313095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/11/261108-updates.html' title='261108 Updates'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5731830069951196776</id><published>2008-11-16T21:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:44:02.128Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SSCS7t0QsVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SlJ-fuewa_U/s1600-h/im-a-celeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SSCS7t0QsVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SlJ-fuewa_U/s320/im-a-celeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269373118632210770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WooohoOOO...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im a Celebrity... Get me out of here IS HERE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is nothing better than watching a bunch of 'celebrities that I have never heard before in my years of E-entertainment news, Screeching and screaming over touching the slithering snakes, eels....... frogs... Yucky spiders!Starfishes.... rats, mice, ants, cockroaches.... The list goes on n on n on n on.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the next 3 weeks... dinner will be eaten earlier in case the thought of someone eating kangeroo testicle totally sickens me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then... Maybe its a good idea to start on diet before Mummy Kum nags at me when I arrived at T3... :"Why you still the same... never loss any weight...". Sigh.... I hate that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ta...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Krissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5731830069951196776?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5731830069951196776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5731830069951196776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5731830069951196776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5731830069951196776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wooohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SSCS7t0QsVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SlJ-fuewa_U/s72-c/im-a-celeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2104163251827172329</id><published>2008-11-13T02:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:23:57.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SRuOgtswkwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H3XmlosMzqQ/s1600-h/marry001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SRuOgtswkwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H3XmlosMzqQ/s320/marry001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267960881814213378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What?? WHat ?? WTF  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fricking sian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is everyone getting married ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Called mom last night and I was told that I have 2 distant cousins... male x2, Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;both getting married later this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 in Nov,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another in Dec.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is everyone so in hurry to get marry ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe its me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting brooody! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mahwahwhahwbawhbawa.... who am i kidding....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeay.. maybe its me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*still lauffing....&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/7202670742696110696-2104163251827172329?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2104163251827172329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2104163251827172329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2104163251827172329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2104163251827172329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-what-wtf-fricking-sian-why-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SRuOgtswkwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H3XmlosMzqQ/s72-c/marry001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2176312648888079382</id><published>2008-10-27T17:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:40:20.785Z</updated><title type='text'>My wedding song. . ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:21px;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I have finally found my wedding song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;---------------------LUCKY-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The lyric goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky im in love with my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky to have been where i have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oooohhh... (blab blab blab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;They dont know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;waiting for a  love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;everytime we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i wish we had one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'll wait for you i promise you, i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky im in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky to have been where i have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Im lucky we're in love in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and goes on... blab blab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am definitely not getting married. NOT even close. I heard this song when I was driving in Singapore listening to 98.7fm and fell in love with this song. I never really had the chance to get hold of the title of this song. Its soothing and arent it so true... Dont we all want to be lucky and fall in love with the one that you want to be your best fren, someone whom you want to spend your life with for the rest of your life...... (LOOK....! to my fellow best frens out there... Yes, I love you girl (TWW) n boy (CCS)! BUT... not that in love with you.  (Grin... :P) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all want to fall in love with THE best friend. The one you want to be with and spend the rest of your life with. The one who knows you inside out and tolerant all the tiny insanities that 'pop' up once in a while when the two of you are together. One that you can talk to and chat with whole heartedly and truthfully. One that you can cry and share your deepest secrets with... (well, maybe not all dirty secrets)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still... Im sure you get what and where im heading at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow , I manage to dig out the title of the song somehow out of the blue. Downloaded it from Itunes and it has since been on repeat mode in my Itunes. Ah... blissss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the Song.....  The tempo.. The lyrics...The rhythm  .... Ahhh crappp! Its my personal choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it... you dont have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I have chosen this as my wedding song theme.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;RIGHt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, All I need know is to find a potential groom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mhwhbahwbahwbahwamwamwawbhawbaw............ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arent we all lucky ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Maybe it the wedding im attending this coming Friday that is making me a tinge of crappiness ! Darn...&lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-2176312648888079382?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2176312648888079382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2176312648888079382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2176312648888079382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2176312648888079382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-wedding-song.html' title='My wedding song. . ..'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-69936473289215293</id><published>2008-10-17T13:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:14:27.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle it up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a while since i last blogged. So much things happen during this period. As those that I have know pretty well would have know that I have return to Singapore for a summer break. It was a great one. Lots of partying... in my chanel lookalike pumps. Since i broke my darling little left toe. Currently its status is still swollen! hahahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, the man i so dearly crushed... has decided to fuggy so call give up his bachelorhood and decided to go marry his longtime gf ? Someone I didnt even know of. Oh well, i so fricking angry as soo many fugging times I asked and that he kept denying that he is/was married, attached, engaged.... HOW would on earth would i know that he is one of those... 'wanna get M.B.A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(married but available - oh whoever have those M.B.A thoughts shld SO deserve to be fed with shitz and sshoot off in their ass and brain! )&lt;/span&gt; I so hate M.B.A!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... New crush needed. Please apply ---here---. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Im back in O so boring United Kingdom. Lonely as hell... only occasion disturbia from my O so cute yet annoying frens... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh, please dont stop... its dead bored over here...&lt;/span&gt;) Im trying to throw myself back to work.. but god knows... what I have. I internet research and diagnose on my symptoms and it seems like I have something what Janet Jackson has that caused her to cancel her concert. Vertigo.... Ever since that influenza infection i got from my SISter while i was back in Singapore, I have been having giddy spells... on n off. It comes and go and yes, i have check my blood pressure, and im A okay! Also, I have done full body check up and tests shows... im healthy too! so what the Fug is wrong with me ???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than the 'vertigo' i self diagnose with... otherwise im fine... but maybe with a tinge of laziness.... I have so much things i need to read and research on... BUT lazy kris is not co-operating with each other(the mind and body). sigh...! I need to throw myself back to study mood... FAST! if not... im so dead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant wait. Its another 56days or so before I get to go home! Home to where my brother is again a botak like he is 5 again and where i dont have to do laundry... (heeee....) Home where i can club till 5am and be all drunk and yet happy... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not crying ... which is what happen when i get drunk ... either happy n laughing like a mad woman or crying like one too) &lt;/span&gt;. So... Damn fricking looking forward to that ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, I better get Kris (Mind n Body) to get some reading done so I can go library to do some research tmr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love all. Miss all. Want all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kris Kum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-69936473289215293?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/69936473289215293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=69936473289215293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/69936473289215293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/69936473289215293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottle-it-up.html' title='Bottle it up....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-86869860951476378</id><published>2008-09-10T03:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:25:10.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its time to give up and time to let go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to let go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to spare me from anymore future agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be heartless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill it once and for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip! &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/7202670742696110696-86869860951476378?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/86869860951476378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=86869860951476378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/86869860951476378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/86869860951476378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8109008909519873807</id><published>2008-09-08T10:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:05:43.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing RED !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SMT4ty8qUiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VybJpm7OQGU/s1600-h/happy_skin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 507px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SMT4ty8qUiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VybJpm7OQGU/s320/happy_skin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243589331820106274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R you happy ? apparently, Im not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing&lt;/span&gt; RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my blog will be written in a fit of anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris is pissed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUGGING fuggy pISSed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;we had an agreement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentively agreed but it was known that the 'chosen date' will be the date we headed towards the white sand. It was agreed before I was even back in Singapore. Plenty of time give for noticing all the busy ones with their life. To sort out their things. To let them be prepare for the date.  Im going back on the 8th Oct. Sorry if im self centred. BUt when it was agreed on that date...everyone was okie with it!.... arent it ?  FUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... all sorts of excuse were given. I always said I will make an effort to maintain our friendship BUT 1 hand will not produce a clap. It takes 2 hands to clap. No point me trying here and you are not..... FUG FUG FUG... Obviously im pissed! Can you blame me ? I like to book things in advance... You know that well enuff... Well, Of ALL frens.. you know me the best.... tell me, if its me who back out now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULD you be piss ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in MY shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both dont have the best temper...&lt;br /&gt;We both hate ppl to be late when we have a meeting with them....&lt;br /&gt;We both hate it when ppl withdrawn from the appt at the last min!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAY I BE PISS LEGALLY ????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOW&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; PISSED OFF! &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8109008909519873807?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8109008909519873807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8109008909519873807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8109008909519873807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8109008909519873807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/09/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing RED !'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SMT4ty8qUiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VybJpm7OQGU/s72-c/happy_skin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8600511561249912105</id><published>2008-08-23T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:04:02.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a JOKE ! / ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SLJ1c97qGEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oN-Au5jBQZc/s1600-h/564063177_b313b91296_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SLJ1c97qGEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oN-Au5jBQZc/s320/564063177_b313b91296_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238378457106880578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a Joke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the mixed signals that was sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the words that were said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the assurances that were given..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turn out to be a small girl in your eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who dont want to be young ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you very old yourself ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I haven had much experience in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I have not been hurt enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make me into a person that I never will want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe... Im just will never be good enough for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or RATHER, Old ? Mature ? enough for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mature... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be when I need to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't I be someone I want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A girl/lady/woman will always be a little girl girl infront of the guy/man/uncle she crush/like/admired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it is.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am always who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person you know from the very start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or Maybe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were wrong about each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right from the very start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should never have started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should never have began....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should never have happen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is what ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why said all those stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why gave all the wrong signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came clear to you before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never reject me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not then? WHy now ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What change ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You or me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is a JOKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is a Joke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is A JOKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough is enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye is bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you all the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In whatever you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May you never hurt anyone's heart again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAYONARA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7202670742696110696-8600511561249912105?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8600511561249912105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8600511561249912105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8600511561249912105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8600511561249912105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-joke.html' title='Love is a JOKE ! / ?'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SLJ1c97qGEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oN-Au5jBQZc/s72-c/564063177_b313b91296_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8739510574454941026</id><published>2008-08-19T16:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:44:16.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Labels or Love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Labels or Love"&lt;/span&gt; has been blasting out out my mac-book the last few hours.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;totally agree with the lyrics..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Relationships are often so hard to tame, A prada dress has never broke my heart before". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, technically... I never have a Prada dress before... but I can swear by is that... I never regret my purchase of the Prada bags or purse.... And they never once betray me, fall out of fashion (as i only tend to go for the classic range). Man....! They tend to hurt you more than those material goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;WHY prada?? of all Labels... I have always been a lover of PRADA...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I met a guy that I have been 'crushing' on for awhile online and the first meet, he turns out to be what i want in a guy.... ha! but sadly the truth is often cruel.... The vibe given to me by him.... purely no interest... apparently the Lotus (a car... Duh!) probably like 5meters behind me is more appealing. Sigh..... what to do... Move on with life... and just let it be it... what it will happen... happens....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why often... the guy you fancy, dont like you back... but the guy you dont fancy... is so after you...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complex..! CONFUSING....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Relationship is often a difficult game !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, to fix my slightly broken heart... I so want to go shopping! I have been a good girl for the past 2-3 weeks....! Due to my fracture toe and bad cough...! I have been eating healthy, staying at home and sleeping early... (well, at least i try when i was coughing like someone who has TB... CHOY!) I really want to get out of the house.. Hit the shops! BUT.... tsk tsk tsk.. No pay.. No $$$.... I cant shop for my LOVE... N now... I cant shop for Labels too! Sulkz n Sobz..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well..... people who dont know me well enough.. after reading this probably think im a real bitch... so materialistic! WEllll...... COS you truely dont know me well enough...TO THOSE WHO KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH... I have always proclaim myself as a materialistic girl... I NEVER said im easily sastified... BUT throw me a tiffany... I grin like a baby seeing his/her fav bolster ? hahahahhaa... whatever.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SO NEED A BIG PURCHASE... where is BRENDA n when I need her.. come back fast... Lets go throw some $$ or Credit card....! Even my regular shopping khaki is busy with his school work...! COCO... helpz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O' im such a Bia..tcH! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitchy Kris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh... who do I love more ? Labels or Love??? Since i cant get love...hmmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want a bag full of PRADA....! &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/7202670742696110696-8739510574454941026?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8739510574454941026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8739510574454941026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8739510574454941026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8739510574454941026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-for-labels-or-love.html' title='Shopping for Labels or Love ?'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7278868985481915999</id><published>2008-07-30T20:29:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:55:10.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDmo1pcpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0yZCurppqdM/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228894235942023826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;To my LOVES : THANK YOU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got my Hermes birthday gift today from CHua COCO.... and on behalf of Brenda Tan Wei wei.... the 2 most importants frens/buddies/sistas/loves of my life....Without them... I wun be what I am today... Without them... I wun be able to cry at anytime i want to my frens... cos only them... other than my family see me cry like waterworks..... I usually like to keep my image.. u see . But infront of them.. Im the real 24k Kris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cam-whore my Hermes infront of my macbook for a while... and took some pictures... sorrie as its not mirror... i try to as much as I could.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDGO0VpOSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7us03V3HLqc/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228897125247039778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My birthday wishes from my loves... Co made Brenda wrote this b4 she fly off...! Girl... i miss you! Come back SOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDJpfPnlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EXGAsSZOGas/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893737900285522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by coco... can tell by his handwriting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDJ-trewI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3zFWgGIUsaM/s320/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893743597976322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Gift! Love it... Love the RED... Glad you guys choose RED instead of the grey one CO's mentioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDKPN5MBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/APgH-2ILNok/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893748028059666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermes...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDKr2LlTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/je18GyzOoAo/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228893755713230130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... kiss Kiss... Hug Hug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes CO, ... thats all you are going to get from me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no real touchy kiss n hug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whawhabhwbahbwhawbhaw......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you so so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Princess Krissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7202670742696110696-7278868985481915999?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7278868985481915999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7278868985481915999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7278868985481915999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7278868985481915999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SJDDmo1pcpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0yZCurppqdM/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7440097681679502096</id><published>2008-07-28T11:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:38:42.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SI2aYJesOfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7aiSPsw7SHI/s1600-h/IMG_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SI2aYJesOfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7aiSPsw7SHI/s320/IMG_3095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228004482099198450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 1st Hermes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm... I have just gotten a preview of my birthday present from my 2 bestie frends. They have been very kind to me and rather generous to me that Im feeling very guilty now..... the present they got for me... priceless.... cos its the thoughts that count. But... even if its just the Hermes box without the Hermes inside.... i'll still be very happy cos its my 1st Hermes of any Hermes collection. BUT... Co, that dont mean that you can take out the hermes inside and just gimme the box instead. :) ... kekekkeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im packing.. packing packing packing... I just got back from Norway yesterday. Expensive EXPEnsive... EXPENSIVE!!! bloody EXPENSIVE! everything is expensive there... from coke to MacDonal to Toletter (toilet).....! EXPENSIVE with CAPITAL letters! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoever said gpd are high... they better think twice about going to norway..... let me quote an example. : a bottle of coke in uk.. probably £1-1.5 . Abt S$ 3-4.5 .... seems alot so far ??? Nah!!!... CHEAP AH!!! Let me continue... a bottle of 500ml coke in Norway.. say buy in 7-11..... 25NKro. convert to pounts its abt £2.5 convert to sg.... S$ 7.5 for a bloody bottle of coke! S$7.5.... you know how many bottles of COCA Cola coke i can get in Singapore ??? Geeezz...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... views... theres... priceless.... things we taste that... priceless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had whale meat.... i was very guilty of eating that.... sample piece though... small small piece only..... reindeer meat.... had that before anyway ..... but... still exotic enough to brag! elk meat.....  fresh wild salmon and farm salmon.... not alot... dun like the salmon taste....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to put the pictures up... but my files are all big big.... hard to load.. n lazy to load... when im free-er and more hardworking.. i shall.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see my love ones in Singapore soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muack Muack Muack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7202670742696110696-7440097681679502096?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7440097681679502096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7440097681679502096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7440097681679502096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7440097681679502096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-1st-hermes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SI2aYJesOfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7aiSPsw7SHI/s72-c/IMG_3095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5282603008494738424</id><published>2008-07-06T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:38:03.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErrHXSuII/AAAAAAAAAD4/KThwfUrpNeg/s320/P1000098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001462810228866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;04/06 (Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Manchester Trafford Center on Friday as there was a BMW Sauber F1 show going on at one of the carparks there. 2 hours were spent there..... there arents alot of things going on in the pitstop but.... it was quite fun to see all the demostrations and how the car goes and blab blab blab....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are a few pictures I have posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have fun viewing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErrtX2g9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/za22E0LNjyg/s1600-h/P1000099.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErrtX2g9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/za22E0LNjyg/s320/P1000099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001473013122002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me with the BMW F1 car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErr-IO61I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zgYp_9r8IsM/s1600-h/P1000103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErr-IO61I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zgYp_9r8IsM/s320/P1000103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001477511015250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErsXHJjSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yW7EhmW5LrQ/s1600-h/P1000114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErsXHJjSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yW7EhmW5LrQ/s320/P1000114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001484217355554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The  F1 driver that day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute guy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the hair... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the old fashion Aaron Kwok's hairstyle... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tskkkk! WASTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErszQZBFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JpcRIq-esRE/s1600-h/P1000123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErszQZBFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JpcRIq-esRE/s320/P1000123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220001491772310610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The F1 show as performed by the cute driver&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/7202670742696110696-5282603008494738424?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5282603008494738424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5282603008494738424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5282603008494738424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5282603008494738424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-6.html' title='JULY 6'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SHErrHXSuII/AAAAAAAAAD4/KThwfUrpNeg/s72-c/P1000098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5251174772756241161</id><published>2008-06-11T10:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:47:14.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cute piglet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SFFvJw46QYI/AAAAAAAAADw/tSfPj6rTUns/s1600-h/769A44B1-A290-AEC1-16FD4C8E0473C4AB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SFFvJw46QYI/AAAAAAAAADw/tSfPj6rTUns/s320/769A44B1-A290-AEC1-16FD4C8E0473C4AB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211068457377481090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this online... now a pig that is scared of mud... thats something new.... BUT... a piglet in wellie boots.... NOWNOWNOW.... thats CUTE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahhahaa....  click below to see the link....! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/topstories/2008/06/11/pictures-piglet-with-a-fear-of-mud-in-her-custom-made-wellies-89520-20602889/"&gt;Pig in wellies...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5251174772756241161?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5251174772756241161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5251174772756241161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5251174772756241161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5251174772756241161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/06/cute-piglet.html' title='cute piglet!!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SFFvJw46QYI/AAAAAAAAADw/tSfPj6rTUns/s72-c/769A44B1-A290-AEC1-16FD4C8E0473C4AB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2694258176018827402</id><published>2008-06-06T03:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:56:44.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>so tired.... 3 more days to go... till D day.....!! and then... i can have a 12 hours sleep!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last week... i have been having a average sleep of just 4 hours per night..... i can feel the skin getting tired and white hair popping out...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for it to finish!! wish me luck!!! Just want a PASS!!!!! prettty please...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-2694258176018827402?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2694258176018827402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2694258176018827402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2694258176018827402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2694258176018827402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5171546385875375621</id><published>2008-05-11T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:27:14.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT!</title><content type='html'>I understand that its been awhile since I last blog. I have been busy with works and slacking .... Too many things to do..... Especially with the crazy weather. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know its summer when you woke up in sweats without having the blanket on and WITH the fan blowing up me......!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats what happen to me these days... UNLESS im having early menopause.... which could be why im kana all these sweats!!! BUT.... i seriously doubt im getting my menopause so early in my late teens(ahhaha... which I would very much like to believe that im still in the 'teens' section... Bleah!!!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP....!!! I miss my room in Singapore... My parent's totally fully air-conditioned house ..... every inch, other than the kitchen that is fully AIR CON-ed..... ahhhhh!!! Here... I only have a mini tower fan... let me empahsis on the word 'MINI'.... GAWD... Help!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know... i know, Im a singaporean... I was born near the equator......!!! High temp is something very common... BUT... sadly and shame-ly to say, I get heat rash when i get too warm with sweats... esp when Im back in Singapore and also when its at the peak of the summer in Britain... TMD...... WHY ???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. please.. I know, ppl will think that its not really that HOT in UK.. BUt... please rememeber that UK houses are built to 'keep' heat especially when it has a long winter season.... BUT it totally suckz when its summer cos... its like a microwave inside.... HELP !!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so000 need AIR-CON !!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5171546385875375621?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5171546385875375621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5171546385875375621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5171546385875375621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5171546385875375621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot.html' title='HOT!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5189895372069148848</id><published>2008-04-28T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:39:21.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TicTAC...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SBYl1Ezo2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ym-KiFEFnjE/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SBYl1Ezo2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ym-KiFEFnjE/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194380813972068610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SBYl1kzo2RI/AAAAAAAAADo/Xl8oNZYjunI/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SBYl1kzo2RI/AAAAAAAAADo/Xl8oNZYjunI/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194380822562003218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a busy month.... and so will be the following months. ArGH.....&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since last friday... Im back to my addiction with Tic Tac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then while I was waiting for my connecting train in Brimingham. I saw a ultra bigger tic tac! hahahaha... Dream come true! hwbahwbahwbhawa.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Back to work now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheerio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5189895372069148848?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5189895372069148848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5189895372069148848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5189895372069148848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5189895372069148848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/04/tictac.html' title='TicTAC...!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SBYl1Ezo2QI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ym-KiFEFnjE/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-6662631945499195165</id><published>2008-04-19T22:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:41:17.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday! am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SApls8jGHrI/AAAAAAAAADY/mMKNNrri_Y8/s1600-h/Birthday_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SApls8jGHrI/AAAAAAAAADY/mMKNNrri_Y8/s320/Birthday_candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191073343339896498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today is my bestie Budz Bday...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday to him!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May CoSeng be always Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, about myself. . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been very busy. Lots of assignment due and projects deadline... argh! Lots of white hair popping out... ! Argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, better get back to work soon. &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/7202670742696110696-6662631945499195165?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6662631945499195165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6662631945499195165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6662631945499195165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6662631945499195165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-am.html' title='Birthday! am'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/SApls8jGHrI/AAAAAAAAADY/mMKNNrri_Y8/s72-c/Birthday_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3279555179685845428</id><published>2008-04-13T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:19:48.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again</title><content type='html'>Daddy and Mommie has touched down in Singapore about 2 hrs ago coming back from Germany. I felt kinda lonely again. No, I did not go meet them this time round as I have too many freaking assigments and exam due tmr. Too many things to prepare. Grrrr... Plus, the flight funding to go see them has been dedicated to my macbook... =) so.... mom was saying... since Im so busy with assignments and revision... I might be better concentrating on them and spend the money on macbook... anyway, we'll be seeing each other in 3 mths time..... True true.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they were in Frankfurt/Hamburg.... I knew and felt they were near even though they are not next to me or with me. I can call them at the 'normal' time and not worry about time different..... sigh... I think its the 1st time they come to Europe and I did not go meet up with them... maybe thats why i felt abit weird.... cos i always go see them when they are in Germany... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, updates. I have been busy with making models and doing my design diary. spent last nite and worked till 6am this morning to try to get it done... at least now i need to do is to touch up and i can print it out tmr.... Sian... I feel like I have no life at all.... even when i sleep... i still continue to dream about my floor plans and interior of my space. I think my school work is haunting me.... arGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all... till the next time.... booo boooo... good day! Got to start my revision on my legal paper later for the paper tmr!!! Frick !! Frick!! FRICK!!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3279555179685845428?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3279555179685845428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3279555179685845428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3279555179685845428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3279555179685845428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/04/alone-again.html' title='Alone again'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3232478749896232700</id><published>2008-04-06T21:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:57:25.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWING CARDIFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_k5IihuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/i9piP5eQBNc/s1600-h/IMG_5753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_k5IihuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/i9piP5eQBNc/s320/IMG_5753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186239264763839698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_k5JChuhOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8vS7TQNqTFY/s1600-h/IMG_5754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_k5JChuhOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8vS7TQNqTFY/s320/IMG_5754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186239273353774306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I took 2 weeks back when it was snowing heavily in Cardiff. It only just started when I took the pic... so didnt seems like alot of snow.. but trust me, Cardiff standard... its consider quite a bit.! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3232478749896232700?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3232478749896232700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3232478749896232700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3232478749896232700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3232478749896232700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/04/snowing-cardiff.html' title='SNOWING CARDIFF'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_k5IihuhNI/AAAAAAAAADI/i9piP5eQBNc/s72-c/IMG_5753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3079805074130235258</id><published>2008-04-06T16:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:51:38.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day trip....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was good, So Mr. A and I decided to go to the Swindon Designer outlet for a day trip. It was 1.5 hr one way to Swindon. At the designer outlet store, I bought a Burberry Polo Top for S$100.  I also helped my sister and her bf to a Polo T each.... It was a great buy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to watch football. Oldham vs Swindon Town Football club. While we were at the ground, I saw the infamous magic roundabout. A big roundabout merge together by 5 smaller roundabout... ahhaha... If i go in there, I probably will end up going round n round in there... taking hours to come out! Its a big junction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we didnt go into the Magic roundabout cos we didnt need to pass through there.. But on the way out, we did need to go through a roundabout that is make up of 4 smaller roundabout... Phew... Luckily, I wasnt the one driving....! kakaka.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures! PICTURES !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvyhuhJI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q-ZfPXffa4o/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156376189994130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Magic Roundabout, Swindon Town City Centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Note the 5 smaller roundabouts that makes the bigger one in the middle one*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvihuhII/AAAAAAAAACg/FyFKCh2CeYo/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvihuhII/AAAAAAAAACg/FyFKCh2CeYo/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156371895026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view at the Magic Roundabout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvyhuhKI/AAAAAAAAACw/E5CUU9TmxMM/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvyhuhKI/AAAAAAAAACw/E5CUU9TmxMM/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156376189994146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Road Trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always love road trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtwShuhMI/AAAAAAAAADA/w5bfKOOoUmc/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156384779928770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooooh... Sunny day...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows, it was the 'storm' before the wintry weather approach again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sianz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtwChuhLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3vy-8a3Q3lk/s1600-h/DSC00476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtwChuhLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3vy-8a3Q3lk/s320/DSC00476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186156380484961458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My day's rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally....&lt;/div&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/7202670742696110696-3079805074130235258?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3079805074130235258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3079805074130235258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3079805074130235258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3079805074130235258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R_jtvyhuhJI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q-ZfPXffa4o/s72-c/DSC00323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5809763639362997890</id><published>2008-03-31T13:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:30:39.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31st March 2008</title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick update. I have not blog for awhile. Been busy with sleep and school work. Currently, doing a model halfway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, Updates!!! I have gotten myself a new notebook (laptop) a Macbook! I think im a naturale! I manage to get use to it in quite a while time..... Bought the 2.4ghz 160HD 2gb ram white macbook on Friday evening. Was in Manchester and I manage to get a 14% student discount... This is alot more than it was offered on the internet... So the trip down to Manchester was not wasted. Also, Bought a win XP home edition OS system so that i can WMFusion with my Macbook system. WOahhh... Currently, Everything is sooo cool n brightly WHITE...! Love it.... BUT i can foresee the maintainence on my Macbook will be very tiring.... hwahahhahaa.... ahh the hand prints.. etc...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, installing WinXP so that I can download Autocad into the mac system AS autocad software is almost rare to find on the market.... Now, just short of the Photoshop that are being sent over by my trustee frenz..... and it'll be complete... Hmmm... How about ecotect...? sobz...! Ecotect is only compatible with pc.. so i can only run windows on my Mac....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie.... now back to work... Will post my new notebook pictures as fast as i could... maybe tmr......! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing everyone in Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao, ciao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5809763639362997890?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5809763639362997890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5809763639362997890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5809763639362997890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5809763639362997890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/03/31st-march-2008.html' title='31st March 2008'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7444880155577224875</id><published>2008-03-15T21:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:28:17.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Strenght or weakness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strenght or weakness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lazy or just plain laidback.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunny or rainy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You or me ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is different. We worked in a way that works for us. So, is it a strenght or weakness? Someone's weakness can become his/her strenght. We protray things differently. To some, it maybe he/she is lazy but to others, it may just be plain laidback. Some loves the sunny days while others love the feeling of rainy days. The sound of plattering outside the window. The soothing sound that makes one ever so want to just stay at home, tuck in bed and just let the world go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I , we have our own preferences. To each of our own. Either way, it will probably benefits us somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Memories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 3, In our class that year. There were only 10 girls out of 40 of us. 3/4 of the class are boys. It was a crazy class with boyz ruling the class. ahhahaa.... out of the 10 girls, the good and the bad ratio is 1:1. 5 of us are the crazy ones.... challenging every moment we could, while the other 5 are the good ones that follow the law as much as they could. The 5 of us (the crazy ones) ends up always in the bad side of the teachers. Always kana scolded by the teachers... ahhahaa.. (wats new!).  Among the 5, i was the quieter one. I am always the quiet one when the teacher scold us. One may think that Im a chicken that dun dare to butt back to the teacher BUT my mindset has always been :if u let them finish wat they wanna say, they will keep quiet. IF you butt back to them, there will never be an ending. &lt;---- This principle actually did helped me at the end of the year. For those who have known me well enough would have known by now that I have never been much of the studious kind, even now ..... so many people, so many surprises shown on their face when they realised what im majoring in... anyhow, sec 3. story cut short. I nearly fail. well, actually I did fail by a few marks. You only need 3 pass to go up to sec 4 but the usual me, I only passed Arts. hahahaa.... BUT... being the good girl and sticking to my principle, it actually helped me. My chinese teacher gave me a 4 pity marks to add on to my 48 marks chn paper and my form teacher who was also my english teacher actually pulled me aside and told me: "I will let you go to sec 4 without repeating but I am letting G repeating sec 3 as you have always been the quiet one when being scolded. You never talk back to the teachers. "---&gt; there! it work didnt it ? *GRIN*.* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;plus... Im always the good one. WHO else will run away from school only to run back to school out of guilt? wahhahahahaa... who else but me...... I may not be a good grade A student. BUT I can proudly say, Im the sensitive kind. I think about the consiquences and the things tat comes with it. I may not be a good daughter, but I always think of ways not to disappoint my parents. BUT still, I wanna be the rebellious one at home.... partly due to the fact im the eldest at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;... its not easy... I have to pave a path for the young ones behind me. So many of the things I have shoulder for my siblings esp my sister. I became the bad seed at home, sheltering the 'good' deeds done by the other 2 evil kummies... (hahahah) Im no saint. I participate in the evil deeds myself. BUT why make 2 persons suffer when 1 is enough ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH...&lt;/strong&gt; I blame it on the rainy days. It brought back the memories that was tucked at the back of my head. Those that I thought I had forgotten. I have a love and hate relationship with the RAIN. I loves the feeling of raining dayz. So nice and cosy. BUT it makes me think more of home and the past. thus making me sad and homesick. Cant wait for it to finish so I can be home and start a new chapter of my life in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P/s: still no sign of my laptop. &lt;strong&gt;sigh......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-7444880155577224875?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7444880155577224875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7444880155577224875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7444880155577224875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7444880155577224875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/03/strenght-or-weakness.html' title='Strenght or weakness.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2606228570469791682</id><published>2008-03-07T11:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:35:30.843Z</updated><title type='text'>tired tired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R9EnYdDmdVI/AAAAAAAAACY/sO9HdMJsj74/s1600-h/need_more_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174960747895485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R9EnYdDmdVI/AAAAAAAAACY/sO9HdMJsj74/s320/need_more_sleep.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so tired.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week has been quite crazy. The time-table are arrange in a crappy way. Monday n Tuesday - Tutorial. Tuesday and Wednessday (full day) - Management and Legal. Thursday Morning, Structural consultation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I need more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there are still so many things to do. Plans, Sections, 3d model..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gawd...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone please help me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s:&lt;/strong&gt; I still have not gotten back my notebook. This will be my 1st laptop from ASUS and my last from them... &lt;strong&gt;SCREW U...ASus...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-2606228570469791682?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2606228570469791682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2606228570469791682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2606228570469791682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2606228570469791682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired-tired.html' title='tired tired....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R9EnYdDmdVI/AAAAAAAAACY/sO9HdMJsj74/s72-c/need_more_sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3050317753713736586</id><published>2008-03-03T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:09:56.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Funnie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8tAOfNRsiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4dmOU6HgEkc/s1600-h/salty-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173299214604677666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8tAOfNRsiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4dmOU6HgEkc/s320/salty-water.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for Laugh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came across this somewhere on the google website....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUNNIE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No wonder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self reminder.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never drink sea water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it me or something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that THING protruding thing at the end of the Whale do bear similarity to a dick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whbahbwahwahahhahahaaa.....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3050317753713736586?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3050317753713736586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3050317753713736586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3050317753713736586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3050317753713736586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/03/funnie.html' title='Funnie...'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8tAOfNRsiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4dmOU6HgEkc/s72-c/salty-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2239922852203859212</id><published>2008-03-02T13:58:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:27:47.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Castle-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q28_NRsaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vnDbiFBOPSA/s1600-h/IMG_5675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148280863961506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q28_NRsaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vnDbiFBOPSA/s320/IMG_5675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Road TRIP !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st March is &lt;strong&gt;St David's Day&lt;/strong&gt;. Streets of Cardiff city was filled up with people watching parades and ceremony around the Town Hall.... I, in turn decided to leave town to pursus a quieter Day. Well, actually... I didnt know its st David's day .... ahhahahaa... BUT still decided to take a break and head out of town. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy... was it a good IDEA ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With the Strong Typhoon-ic wind spinning around the whole SOUTH WALES.... It was like REal Typhoon around us... Maybe in Taiwan, it will be declared Typhooon..... Geeezzz! I was drawn off and struggling to catch up moving forwards and sideways at times.... lets not even say how crazy I look with my hair... going round n round above me head... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Geeez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AnyHoooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went in search of nearby Castles around Cardiff. My friend and I makes plans to go &lt;strong&gt;Castle Coch. &lt;/strong&gt;I have been in Cardiff for nearly 6 years. I rememebered in my 1st year, We were taken on a day trip a few days after I arrived. I rememeber passing Castle Coch while going outskirts to visit other places of interests. The fairy tale castle left a deep impression on me... I have always tell myself that, I MUST GO VISIT IT before I GO....! And I did.... 5 years...later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhahahahaa....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said, from far... it look totally walt disney. BUt... was kinda disappointed after seeing it in front of me... It totally loss the walt disney effect. Obviously, being high up on the hill with trees surrounding it enticed the whole Walt Disney effect...Geezzz. BUT still pretty enough. Still with the food we took along to 'picnic' at Castle Coch tasted extremely delious.... because of its surrounding.... OH .. but... BOY... was it strong wind yesterday.... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173147769762853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q2fPNRsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/38VpxWbFp4Y/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148031755858322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q2ufNRsZI/AAAAAAAAABI/i1DvC6cHeXM/s320/IMG_5673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Castle Coch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( A short intro i taken from another website : &lt;a href="http://www.castlewales.com/coch.html"&gt;http://www.castlewales.com/coch.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This building is chiefly known as a romantic folly supposedly reproducing a small medieval Welsh chieftain's stronghold, built in the 1870s, for the 3rd Marquess of Bute to a design by William Burges, and possessing the most remarkable interior decoration. However, it was built upon the remains of a genuine 13th century castle built in two stages. Evidence was found of the building having been deliberately slighted by mining.&lt;br /&gt;The castle was probably founded by a Welsh lord in c1240-65 and had a round tower keep at the SW corner of a tiny D-shaped courtyard with a hall on the south side, all built of rough rubble sandstone from which the building took the name Castell Coch, or "Red Castle." It stands upon a platform commanding the gorge of the Taff and was protected towards the higher ground by a deep dry moat from the bottom of which the walls rise with a very broadly battered base. The keep contained vaulted rooms, and probably had a fourth storey and a conical roof like it has now. The walls are over 3.3m thick above the square battered base from which it rises with pyramidal spurs.&lt;br /&gt;The two eastern towers, the square gatehouse between them, and the upper hall on the south side were superior ashlar faced buildings added slightly later, perhaps by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castlewales.com/clare.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gilbert de Clare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, who is likely to have taken over the castle in the 1270s or 1280s. These works were more damaged than the older part and not much survived of the towers above the rooms at courtyard level. The curtain wall also thickened at the second building period and now has two fighting galleries, a series of embrasures at courtyard level, and a roofed over wall walk open to the court on the inner side.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then after that, we headed to Caerphilly Castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q39fNRseI/AAAAAAAAABw/a79jSY8B8aw/s1600-h/IMG_5715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173149388965523938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q39fNRseI/AAAAAAAAABw/a79jSY8B8aw/s320/IMG_5715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q39vNRsfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Jn5uA1OIt7c/s1600-h/IMG_5713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173149393260491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q39vNRsfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Jn5uA1OIt7c/s320/IMG_5713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3-PNRsgI/AAAAAAAAACA/9eM-E-g_prk/s1600-h/IMG_5708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173149401850425858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3-PNRsgI/AAAAAAAAACA/9eM-E-g_prk/s320/IMG_5708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3-fNRshI/AAAAAAAAACI/u97WGfgGCFg/s1600-h/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173149406145393170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3-fNRshI/AAAAAAAAACI/u97WGfgGCFg/s320/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3avNRscI/AAAAAAAAABg/0AHIKCVo9kE/s1600-h/IMG_5711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148791965069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3avNRscI/AAAAAAAAABg/0AHIKCVo9kE/s320/IMG_5711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3SPNRsbI/AAAAAAAAABY/PtpPq5XS-nM/s1600-h/IMG_5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148645936181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3SPNRsbI/AAAAAAAAABY/PtpPq5XS-nM/s320/IMG_5737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3h_NRsdI/AAAAAAAAABo/YDrKudpOIMA/s1600-h/IMG_5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148916519121362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q3h_NRsdI/AAAAAAAAABo/YDrKudpOIMA/s320/IMG_5683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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%;"&gt;Caerphilly Castell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( A short intro i taken from another website : &lt;a href="http://www.castlewales.com/caerphil.html"&gt;http://www.castlewales.com/caerphil.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caerphilly Castle is one of the great medieval castles of western Europe. Several factors give it this pre-eminence - its immense size (1.2h), making it the largest in Britain after Windsor, its large-scale use of water for defence and the fact that it is the first truly concentric castle in Britain. Of the time of its building in the late 13th century, it was a revolutionary masterpiece of military planning&lt;br /&gt;One of Henry III's most powerful and ambitious barons, Gilbert de Clare, lord of Glamorgan, built this castle. His purpose was to secure the area and prevent lowland south Wales from falling into the hands of the Welsh leader Llywelyn the Last, who controlled most of mid and north Wales. De Clare built other castles on the northern fringes of his territory for the same purpose, such as Castell Coch. He had seized the upland district of Senghenydd, in which Caerphilly lies, from the Welsh in 1266 to act as a buffer against Llywelyn's southward ambitions. Llywelyn realised the threat and tried but failed to prevent the castle from being built; it was begun on 11 April 1268, was attacked by Llywelyn in 1270, and was begun again in 1271. This time it was completed without hindrance. Its message was not lost on Llywelyn, who retreated northwards. Apart from the remodelling of the great hall and other domestic works in 1322-6 for Hugh le Despenser, no more alterations were carried out, making it a very pure example of late 13th-century military architecture.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To sum up the day, My friend and I end up going to a Italian restuarant for dinner and The baked pasta was yum yum YUm...! The weekend has been good cause I have been catching up with the much needed sleep... NOW... sunday and weekend heading to an end... I need to catch up with my work... PLANS...Section.. bleah... bleah..! Super sianz....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the next blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7202670742696110696-2239922852203859212?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2239922852203859212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2239922852203859212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2239922852203859212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2239922852203859212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/03/castle-licious.html' title='Castle-licious'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R8q28_NRsaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vnDbiFBOPSA/s72-c/IMG_5675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5782170519151096600</id><published>2008-02-27T22:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:55:07.907Z</updated><title type='text'>MIA of ASUS Notebook....</title><content type='html'>Still no sign of my Lappy. I wonder how it is doing at the cold warehouse of ASUS... I miss it... sigh... Please please.. the mainboard, please arrive soon from Taiwan and fix my lappy.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my white horse lappy..... My white and matt surface knight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5782170519151096600?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5782170519151096600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5782170519151096600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5782170519151096600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5782170519151096600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/mia-of-asus-notebook.html' title='MIA of ASUS Notebook....'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8192215926848577333</id><published>2008-02-22T20:49:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:27:27.333Z</updated><title type='text'>No sign of Lappy yet... Sigh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7828NRG1wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1mVK0KYAiXg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169911305226082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7828NRG1wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1mVK0KYAiXg/s320/1.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweetie pie niece... Muaaahh! Miss her so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is my Notebook ??? !!! ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frustrating.&lt;/span&gt; Its been nearly 3 weeks since I last saw my Lappy. There are still no sign of it. I called ASUS nearly everyday to the extent that Im nearly giving up. The lease of my rented laptop will be due the 1st week of March. And I was so so hoping that I can get back my notebook back earlier from ASUS, so that I can return the rented laptop and get some money back. DamN....! Now its all just dream....! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dreamzzzz!&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;Also, Im so broke these days that I dont even dare to step out of the room much. Buying materials are killing me. Each sheet of wire mesh of smaller than A4 size cost like like nearly S$7 per sheet... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FrickinG Expensive!!!&lt;/span&gt; I miss the roll system in Singapore... Bloody Hell... ! Each trips to the materials shop... I have to set aside ike S$70 ish aside... and thats only just a few items.... Not even enough to fill up 1 plastic bag.... ! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn pathetic!&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;Oh.. did i mention I only have a few pounds left in my account till Daddy send me more... and that is if he rememebers that he has a very broke daughter alone overseas ... so pathetic... ! Shuckz!! At least I did put aside an amount of money for the last instalment of my school fees.... It makes my banks account seems very 'full' but actually after paying the fees off... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im officially bankrupt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Geeeezzzzz!! &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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shuck!&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;This is the 1st time Im actually so broke overseas... The feeling: &lt;em&gt;Worried... and honestly.... Scary....!&lt;/em&gt; The unforeseen bills that could pop up anytime... Geez! I know I know, Im lucky enough to have a doting daddy to send me overseas, pump me enough with money and make sure that I eat properly and wrapped up with comfy clothes... Blab blab... Alloz... Do people seriously think that I do not have any idea How LUCKY I am... Geez !! I am not Dumb and not Spoilt.... I know my comfy lifestyle. I know it! If not, How do i maintain my figure here.... Geez! (*&amp;amp;^%^*(*&amp;amp;^)&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I mention Im broke ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If only Daddy read this blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next few weeks is going to be hard....&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chiam...!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&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/7202670742696110696-8192215926848577333?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8192215926848577333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8192215926848577333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8192215926848577333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8192215926848577333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-sign-of-lappy-yet-sigh.html' title='No sign of Lappy yet... Sigh..'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7828NRG1wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1mVK0KYAiXg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5432430522546641272</id><published>2008-02-18T12:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:56:39.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Lappy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates on my notebook:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ASUS&lt;/span&gt; customer service today.&lt;br /&gt;Asked about my notebook status,&lt;br /&gt;She said that they are still waiting for the spare parts to arrive from &lt;strong&gt;Taiwan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;delayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;partly due to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY period&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The spare part was ordered on 7th Febuary 2008.&lt;br /&gt;And it should arrive this week and hopefully by end of this week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yay...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can get my Lappy back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I asked about whats really wrong with the notebook,&lt;br /&gt;she said judging from the spare part they ordered from Taiwan,&lt;br /&gt;It seems that its the mainboard that was wonky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;mainboard....!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sianz man..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope they dont reformat my Notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pweeety PleasE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, i'll loss all my softwares downloaded in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FingerCROSS....!&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/7202670742696110696-5432430522546641272?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5432430522546641272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5432430522546641272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5432430522546641272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5432430522546641272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates-on-lappy.html' title='Updates on Lappy.'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-6403518722243453563</id><published>2008-02-16T16:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:51:00.109Z</updated><title type='text'>14022008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yawnz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the annual &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. Tis year... I spent it with my Valentine... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did nothing much that day. Main reason to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was for my Site visit and research and visit some of the museum for my Gallery theme project.... At least I got some work done and work out some strategy... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;FingerX...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have to pile them together and do some sketches on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Belows are some &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Photos&lt;/span&gt; I took from my so called - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Valentine's Day celeb.... : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615104040490706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7cOjtRG1tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N1V1xwmjjP4/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615481997612770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7cO5tRG1uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/A97_VLiSb6U/s320/IMG_5505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167615718220814066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7cPHdRG1vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oLQu2J3qnVY/s320/IMG_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6403518722243453563?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6403518722243453563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6403518722243453563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6403518722243453563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6403518722243453563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/14022008.html' title='14022008'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7cOjtRG1tI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N1V1xwmjjP4/s72-c/IMG_5497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-638493626078377642</id><published>2008-02-13T21:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:46:44.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do they make architecture students study for so long ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Topic:&lt;/span&gt; Why do they make architecture students study away for so long ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166584337659254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7NlFNRG1sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EhPDP4dINKI/s320/architecture_comic_funny_architect_comics_architects.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since doing my internship last year, I have soon came to realise that when we are out working. the percentage of we actually doing a original ORIGINAL design is .... 10% (trying to be optimistic here). The rest of the time, we are doing... Crispy... design. After attending one of the lecture today. The Lecturer, Richard Weston said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'When we are out there working in the society, we are always stealing design from other people. Its only when we have worked for a long time... den we starts to 'borrow' the design'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally agree with him. These few days, I have this dark dark feeling... Why do we Architecture students have to slog away for our degree for so long ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; we dont earn as much as our 6 years counterparts medicine student.... yeahyeah...they work long hours, life is at risk with them, they have to do internship for a long time... which seems like eternity. BUT they get rewards after their residence years ? and get to specialise in surgery which earn them even more ?? Go into private practice... their bank acct goes 'ker ching! ker Ching !' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( alloz, we may only intern for a year or two for some. BUT we are lowly paid, work long hours, design buildings that dont just deal with 1 human being... we deal with a few people to hundred or thousands at the same time, if roof collaps... the person who eventually sign for it... goes down with the roof... (like got any difference) , we have to work for a minimum of 2-3 years before we can do our license to become a full fledge architect... Forever studying leh.. sibeh sian.. Anyway, end of the day... by the time we earn 'ker-Ching !' ... we are all like old and the eyesight already like failing... and the 'value' for girls to start a home..... damn low... old liao who still want u! Do I need say more ??? )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I proposed we architects should be earning the same amount as Doc&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; !!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; They made us take a break for internship... made us realised that what we actually learn in school dont really necessary applies to what we will end up working in the real life society.... den... make us go back to school and want us to be creative again... . After working in the real life society, going back to school could be quite sucky ya know. Personally, I feel like this year is just back for the point of going back because Singapore institut of Architects... or RIBA or BOA (sg) requires us to finish that full course.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what ?? I think its all BS! Waste my time... Wat a load of BS. The economics management and law subject i can grab it and get it. BUT Why make us do a final project during the Final BSc and then have to do another final proj again... now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand the need to add in things each year to enable us to learn new and more things each years. The important one should have been push to the front of the 1st few years when our brain were still fresh and empty..... but How much do we really learn in school that end up being put to use in work ?? or rather... How much of the things we do at work were those we learnt in uni.... percentage .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOW.&lt;/strong&gt; (or rather the £10,000 - £12,000 my dad paid per year) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First they put me in the society and throw me back to school expecting me to grab back to the uni lifestyle.... and back to the create your own design after getting used to the working lifestyle.... loss of brain juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS...... (sigh..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I know is, I wanna get this done and get out of school.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and maybe starts a petition to push for shorter years in Architecture..... (wahahahhaa.. who am I kidding.. I where got soo free? PLUS... If I have to go through all these bloody teary 6 years.... The rest have to go down with me too.....! Wahahhahaaa..... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7202670742696110696-638493626078377642?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/638493626078377642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=638493626078377642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/638493626078377642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/638493626078377642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-they-make-architecture-students.html' title='Why do they make architecture students study for so long ??'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dQlIFaUi3fU/R7NlFNRG1sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EhPDP4dINKI/s72-c/architecture_comic_funny_architect_comics_architects.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8015819592876745866</id><published>2008-02-09T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:08:59.824Z</updated><title type='text'>What loads of Rubbish....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, Bloggers have been blogging alot on the Edison Chen, Gillian Chung, Bobo Chan, Cecillia scandal.... But, I decided that... I have enough of those images flashing in my head... Ewww... watever it is... Girls, 1 advice..... Epilate, shave, wax, IPL... watever... keep it tidy... PERIOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I decided to defend my own country instead. Recently, I came to know that there have been a online on-going war between the Taiwanese and the Singaporeans. Amazingly, its not about whos manderine are better but rather more on..... the Taiwanese critising the Singaporean's English. Hmmmm... I wondered... WHO are They who think they can critising us. No offence, I have Taiwanese friends before and have been to Taiwan before. I think they are nice people BUT like in every country,you will still get the 'bad worms' in them BUT anyway, my perception on Taiwanese people are okie... Attitude wise.... BUT, seriously to the extend on critising our English ?? Hmmmm.... Really? Do we have to go into that ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Singapore is a country bound together by the 4 major races: the Chinese, the Malyas, Indians and Euransian. Our languages are a mixtures of all the major languages and dialects that mix together to create our own 'slang' and Singlish. When I first arrived in UK, I have classsmates that actually asked me if Singlish is the national Language in singapore. Allloz.... Every country has their own 'slang'. The cantonese with their Lahs and lohs at the back fo their cantonese... Who the F.. said that only Singlish has Lahs and lors with it. The English with their : 'init.... mate, mingy, cheers'... etc. The Americans with their 'dude , yeh, yoz , bro '... watever.... Our pronuciation maybe different but so what ? At times, we do have to guess what other people are saying. The English from the south may have problem understanding those from the North. And ... guess what ? They are from Great Britain... the same country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My point is.... Why are those so call celebrities laughing at our English standard. We are 'forced' to include English in our everyday life. Most of us in Singapore can speak and understand English. Though not good or perfect BUT we made an effort to learn to speak and understand it so that we can have the ability to communicate with other people that dont speak Mandarine. Its the effort that counts. We have elderly that understand English and speak abit on it. In my case, my parents cant speak brilliant English but effort were put in to learn and understand the language. I poked fun at my dad and mom when they make mistake at the proniciation. I correct them and helped them with the meaning when they dont know what it means. Everytime they know a new word, they rememeber it and try to memories it so that when the word comes up again, they will hopefully remember.... whhahahaa... But... A+ for effort ... arent it ? In Taiwan, Its a lot bigger country then Singapore... How many people in Taiwan can actually speak good english? How many students there can actually communicate properly in Proper english.? hur hur ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look ...from Primary school to Secondary school, Im from a 'Chinese' school. We mainly speak mandarin with the occassion mixture of dialect in School. And when im in UK. People were shocked with my English standard. I was told by a Greek that he was surprised that my English speaking langage is quite good. A. always told me that my english arent as bad as I have thought i was. I admit, my english grammer and spelling can be HORRIBLE at times But theres nothing wrong with my ability of letting people know what I am trying to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;End of the day, as long as people can sort of 'grab' what you're trying to say... why should we really care how they pronouce it ? We should always bear in mind that we, HUMANS are not perfect so theres nothing wrong with having wonky pronouciation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im bored with it already... thats all for today.... yawnz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post my CNY photos soon once i get it from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8015819592876745866?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8015819592876745866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8015819592876745866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8015819592876745866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8015819592876745866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-loads-of-rubbish.html' title='What loads of Rubbish....!'/><author><name>Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12853614102246670888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-2688743967964928834</id><published>2008-02-03T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:31:22.828Z</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavement</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147457522&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=80&amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=25&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/chasing-pavements-lyrics-adele.html" title="Chasing Pavements Lyrics"&gt;Chasing Pavements Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-2688743967964928834?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2688743967964928834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2688743967964928834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2688743967964928834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2688743967964928834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/chasing-pavement.html' title='Chasing Pavement'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-8462214908019783999</id><published>2008-02-03T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:39:29.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R6Y-d1fWjOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H1f2zMAIp8I/s1600-h/tired.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162882705122561250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R6Y-d1fWjOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H1f2zMAIp8I/s400/tired.gif" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Sunday 030208. Yesterday was Baby Xinyue's 1st Birthday. I missed it again. Sigh... The things you sacrificed when you opted to go overseas for studies or work. Now, im just hoping that my silly sister will upload the photos sooon SO i can view it..... Miss baby Xinyue sooo much!!! She is sooo ADORABLE.... !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Its going to be CNY soon... All i know is soon cause, I have no calender here. My england calender and phone calender dont do Chinese dates ya see..... So... I can only agar agar... estimate the timing. Sigh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year will be my last year spending CNY away from home. I hope.... fingerX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... work... I had a loads of rest during the weekend. This coming Tues, I have another presentation... Sigh... sibeh sianz. Its the Interim crit. Its to present our programs and site and brief for the final proj. So..... After resting through the weekend, NOW.... i have to start working hard on the presentation. Aiming 3A1..... dont wanna be too kiasu.... save some energry 1sst.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AnyHoooo..... Thinking i'll just arrange a dinner with my Guangzhou friend.... thinking of making dumplings..... 'jiao zi' hmmmm... needs to get the ingredients soon... after the crit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, V-day is coming... sibeh sianz again.... so broke liao... no £££ and CNY n Vday happen together.... £££ needed... Daddy HELP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Praying that ASUS will call me regarding my laptop soon. It was collected on Friday... FINALLY after all the wait for the documents for the collection... miraculously, the laptop healed itself after the crasy 'episode' on Monday. I still send it out anyway so that ASUS can checked on it and tell me what really happen to it.... FingerX on that too....! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;Okay, thats all for today..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;Krissie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling: Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8462214908019783999?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8462214908019783999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8462214908019783999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8462214908019783999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8462214908019783999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R6Y-d1fWjOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H1f2zMAIp8I/s72-c/tired.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3871205836194261609</id><published>2008-01-30T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:45:14.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>Monday 28/01/08:&lt;br /&gt;I have finish my dissertation... went out at 10am to print and bind the papers. . . . . I hand in the dissertation by 1pm. The timeline was 3pm. I managed to get it done in time...... phew.. but lots of regrets after handing in... too many things I didnt put in... sigh...! Was suppose to have tutorial with Wayne today... BUT i saw him and told him that I have not prepared anything for the tutorial, so he said.. go catch him on Wednesday after the lecture in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home... was hoping to take a rest but before that, I called my mom and chatted with her after that. BUT... the moment I put down the 'phone' - skype... My LAPTOP CRASh!!!!!! and after that it JUST WUN START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush down to the ICT unit in my uni, they suggest me to call ASUS. I did and ASUS said they will email me the needed documents for arrangement of collection..... )(*&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;* sooo mah fan...&lt;br /&gt;I went to the student union and went to get a 2nd opinion.... hoping that if i can get it fix faster, i wun mind paying cos asus said... the min time needed is 2-3 weeks. BloodyHELL!!! My education depends on it!! )(*&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;* . But the guy said it seems like it might be something wrong with the main-board. and it will be expensive. Since my lappy is still under warranty... its better to send to let ASUS fix it. COMEON... ASUS.... its only like 10mth oLD!!! GOOD GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think i could have a good rest after Dissertation.... i was rushing around like a mad dog solving my lappy problem. I end up renting a laptop for 1 mth... so i can still get some work done... and be online. Better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 29/01/08:&lt;br /&gt;spend my morning sleeping late, den went to town to grab something for a while. Came home at abt 2pm. THEn, took a rest and start my preparation for tutorial on Wed. Anyway, I try to switch on my lappy and it work... so I start to do my backup!!! In case they decided to be SOOOO NICE... and gimme a new one... (I dont want, cos I have soo much softwares on it.) Too troublesome to redownload again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 30/01/08:&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I had a lecture... about sustainable... they want us to maintain a 50% green building and materials... )(^%^*(*&amp;amp;^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet Wayne. BUT it was like playing hide and seek with him... i cant seems to find him...!!! I end up talkin to Adam... and he gave me some ideas.... end up, when im done with Adam, i still cant find him.... he was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)(%*)(*&amp;amp;^%)^... i left and before I go, I left him a note asking him to text me or email me a timing he can meet me tmr... (thurs) and he has yet to reply!!! )%(*^&amp;amp; .... TUTORS....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have go back to work now.. super sibeh sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crit is on MONDAY ive yet to meet my tutor... arent life GREAT..... CHEeers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.. im sooo tired..so so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3871205836194261609?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3871205836194261609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3871205836194261609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3871205836194261609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3871205836194261609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired_30.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-4829709317888880295</id><published>2008-01-24T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:42:50.322Z</updated><title type='text'>~Tired~</title><content type='html'>Today has been a tiring and busy day.&lt;br /&gt;I pop down to Manchester for a less than  24 hrs visit.&lt;br /&gt;Because ? I have to retake pictures for my site and get more detail understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Before Wayne starts to shoot daggers at me again....&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, it will be back to dissertation.... arhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Time is running OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired,&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-4829709317888880295?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4829709317888880295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4829709317888880295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4829709317888880295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4829709317888880295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='~Tired~'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-2036207071938403121</id><published>2008-01-22T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:48:25.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Dissertation fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okayyyyy..... Updates about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;Its due this coming Monday at 3pm!&lt;br /&gt;And I have to go back to Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;To recollect my site research....!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO little time....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for dissertation to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'll be able to take a day breather.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its back to the battle with thesis n site research.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sibeh Sianz!&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/7202670742696110696-2036207071938403121?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2036207071938403121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2036207071938403121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2036207071938403121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2036207071938403121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dissertation-fever.html' title='Dissertation fever!'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-2713669683672326359</id><published>2008-01-16T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:52:15.017Z</updated><title type='text'>are YOU happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R454MsG7HcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1qHy2H39Rnc/s1600-h/happy_skin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 477px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R454MsG7HcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1qHy2H39Rnc/s400/happy_skin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156190782779760066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are YOU happy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, My personal msg in MSN has been : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are YOU happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been unhappy for a while. About what? I dont know. Suddenly I am feeling a strong sense of 'LOST' in Architecture. The dissertation has drag my emotional way down. I seems to have lost touch with everything that links with architecture. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YuCK....! &lt;/span&gt;With the reason of my grandma's death during the Xmas break. I managed to gain an extension to the deadline of my dissertation due date. 10 more days. It just don't seems enough. I hate doing theoretical work. Always been bad at theory. Anything that has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read and written&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its just aren't my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnyHOOO&lt;/span&gt;...., I still need to find a new site for my design thesis project. Sobz.... I somehow feel that I am sooo way back. Although, I have been assured that Im still okay by my fellow classmates. I just felt so way back... lag behind. My desire to go home has been building up ever so strongly these days. There are days when I feel like just pack up and go home. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORGET about the Masters...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Forget Abt the GRADUATION!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCrew EVERYThing.... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IF, im not happy doing what Im doing... I should just go home rite ?? BUt 6mths to something that will soon be complete is such a hugh waste... PLus, I do not know how to tell my dad n mom... THEY are looking so forward to my graduation in JULY. I'll be the first one in the house to get a Masters. Big deal rite &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; So what if i get a masters.... I wouldnt not even earn as much as my sister who only studied for 3 years. Stupid architecture ... Stupid Earning power....! Whoever used to give the impression that architects earn money in gold pots should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanged&lt;/span&gt;! People should seriously be educate on : ARCHITECTS DO NOT earn shitload! We study so long for peanuts. and end up being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cad monkeys&lt;/span&gt;..... ! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUbbiSH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Im not even sure if I should be in the architecture line after or IF i graduate. The future seems sooo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I used to have so much dreams about it. So enthusiastic about my future and my dreams. Now its all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF i DO&lt;/span&gt; give up now. I can quietly escape home and help up in my dad business which he so anxious want to retire and want someone to slowly takeover from him. I could help to relieve his stress and load it into my own shoulders. I'll still be me. BUt no longer the Kris who was soo into her architecture dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Currently, Im still not happy. Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no longer happy&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to get things done with and move on. Hopefully I can survive. . . . . I want to get out of the student lifestyle. Im way too old to be still studying. I know, theres mature student and stuff... BUT i want to throw myself into the working world cause, I think student lifestyle is way too comfy and Im sick of it. Darn... Im a complicated person .... ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needed: Faith &amp;amp; Happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7202670742696110696-2713669683672326359?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2713669683672326359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2713669683672326359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2713669683672326359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2713669683672326359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-happy.html' title='are YOU happy?'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R454MsG7HcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1qHy2H39Rnc/s72-c/happy_skin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-4617762221668975652</id><published>2008-01-14T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:49:05.828Z</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi ppl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I have been Moody cause,&lt;br /&gt;I have been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;Truly not a good time to reminisce about my time in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Too much grieving to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im still grieving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new start to a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change my blog design.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss her ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ugMcG7HaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZKBZ5CFnbKg/s1600-h/IMG_5002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ugMcG7HaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZKBZ5CFnbKg/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155390334019771810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby gurl, Xin Yue&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/7202670742696110696-4617762221668975652?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4617762221668975652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4617762221668975652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4617762221668975652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4617762221668975652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blog-design.html' title='New Blog Design'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ugMcG7HaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZKBZ5CFnbKg/s72-c/IMG_5002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5060356119836333696</id><published>2008-01-12T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:56:36.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ixG8G7HZI/AAAAAAAAAII/1cUItf_xCrc/s1600-h/1200-1074%7EQuiet-Moments-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 416px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ixG8G7HZI/AAAAAAAAAII/1cUItf_xCrc/s400/1200-1074%7EQuiet-Moments-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564506298031506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'ve never been much of a sentimental person. Or thats what I think I was. Presents given to me I never really keep and hog. I never give much thoughts to the sentimental value of the gift given to me. But recently I have come to realize that, I am sentimental. But not in the way most people would do. My friends I know that are sentimental, kept every single things that they valued. I used to mock them saying they are 'garang guni'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the kind that value my Prada or LV wallets or bags more than anything else.  Gifts from people were often kept in my room for a while or a few years before I will hard-heartedly throw it away. Thats me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I realised that I am sentimental in a different kind of way. I cherished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; instead of things physically. The moments that are etched into my mind that I would never forget. Be it a simple milo satchel or a trip down the CTE tunnel. It brought back memories I can never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moment 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Years back when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CTE tunnel&lt;/span&gt; was first constructed, I was still a little girl. I was about 9 or 10. It was my first trip down the tunnel, I cant rememeber who was driving me... a relative or my parents BUT the trip down the tunnel was the 1st time i went in and the last time I saw my brother. I never forget that 'moment'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moment 2:&lt;/span&gt; Driving into Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. I've never driven into Sentosa before. Till I came back from UK and met up with N for a short while. For a chat n a ciggie Break. I drove in. It will be a 'moment' that I will never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Moment 3:&lt;/span&gt; A packet of milo satchel. Its something small. I always drink those 3-in-1 milo packets. But from 30th Dec onwards, I tend to see it differently. 30th Dec 2007, granny passed away. I did the night shift everynite at the wake.  Every morning, at about 630am, I would be in charge to 'dress' and 'change' my granny. I would change her water for washing up and the toothbrush and stuff. I would also help out to make milo and  offer breakfast to her. Making milo from the 3-in-1 packets. I'll always rememeber. These days, everytime i make milo from those 3-in-1 packets, I'll always rememeber the morning i made 'breakfast' i made for granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt;, I called it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sentimental moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; are just some examples to list.... I have too many too many to list. I dont need to hog stuff to remember things. I rememeber the moments that comes with it. The times we had. The happy, the bad, the joys, the tears....... so many so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I'm glad that Im not too hard hearted. Too cruel. Too hard. &lt;---- (These are some things people said I am. ) On the surface, Im just trying to be strong, trying to be brave for the everyday life. I dont like things that linger around to remind me of the sad moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have the moments that etched deep in my memories and that will be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMORIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7202670742696110696-5060356119836333696?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5060356119836333696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5060356119836333696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5060356119836333696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5060356119836333696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/sentimental-moments.html' title='Sentimental moments'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4ixG8G7HZI/AAAAAAAAAII/1cUItf_xCrc/s72-c/1200-1074%7EQuiet-Moments-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7334746340198337075</id><published>2008-01-07T18:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:26:21.623Z</updated><title type='text'>XinYue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new lurve......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love her to bits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4NAnMG7HXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rWCLtQRSiTo/s1600-h/IMG_5008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4NAnMG7HXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rWCLtQRSiTo/s400/IMG_5008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153033440651320690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to bond with XY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4NAccG7HWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xoIOmFAmtIM/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 523px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4NAccG7HWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xoIOmFAmtIM/s400/IMG_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153033255967726946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooh... finger Licking fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-zMG7HVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8xNAAjO_dQU/s1600-h/IMG_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-zMG7HVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8xNAAjO_dQU/s400/IMG_5056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153031447786495314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-kMG7HUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TXnI-zYM9Jk/s1600-h/IMG_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 530px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-kMG7HUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TXnI-zYM9Jk/s400/IMG_5053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153031190088457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm CUTE~!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-YcG7HTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Axt0LogKjSI/s1600-h/IMG_5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-YcG7HTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Axt0LogKjSI/s400/IMG_5050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153030988224994610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna bite her~!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-JcG7HSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5VVmZeU1E6E/s1600-h/IMG_5037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M-JcG7HSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5VVmZeU1E6E/s400/IMG_5037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153030730526956834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M98MG7HRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VcEW6fStI0s/s1600-h/IMG_5023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M98MG7HRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VcEW6fStI0s/s400/IMG_5023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153030502893690130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9t8G7HQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ms25ukVEYcM/s1600-h/IMG_5022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9t8G7HQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ms25ukVEYcM/s400/IMG_5022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153030258080554242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiiiya! I want the Camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9i8G7HPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TIMOLfK_FzE/s1600-h/IMG_4992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9i8G7HPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TIMOLfK_FzE/s400/IMG_4992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153030069101993202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotcha... Milk drinking time...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9NcG7HOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYcxbP2XdhY/s1600-h/IMG_5003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4M9NcG7HOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mYcxbP2XdhY/s400/IMG_5003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153029699734805730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bed climbing moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4J0XsG7HNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Jwxl1r_5GCc/s1600-h/IMG_5002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4J0XsG7HNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Jwxl1r_5GCc/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152808873991281874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohhhh... She is sooo ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-7334746340198337075?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7334746340198337075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7334746340198337075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7334746340198337075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7334746340198337075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/xinyue.html' title='XinYue'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R4NAnMG7HXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rWCLtQRSiTo/s72-c/IMG_5008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-26798099709698816</id><published>2008-01-07T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:37:09.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaving. . . . . .</title><content type='html'>Im leaving Singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;December 2007 is a sad sad month.&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2 loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;My 4th uncle and my dearest ah-ma.&lt;br /&gt;Coming home was good.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad I came home.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to see granny 1 last time.&lt;br /&gt;It was no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad Im in singapore to see her final moments.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad but maybe its good for her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things were delayed and procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;Important things.&lt;br /&gt;I should crump all up when Im back in Cardiff,UK&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to do and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear frenz,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll see each other in 6-7mths.&lt;br /&gt;I so want to be home.&lt;br /&gt;To be around my love ones and friends.&lt;br /&gt;To see the people around me grow old and spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;To see my cutie sweetie pie niece grow up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant bear to leave already... shuckz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-26798099709698816?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/26798099709698816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=26798099709698816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/26798099709698816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/26798099709698816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving. . . . . .'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-67508527371931505</id><published>2008-01-03T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:27:46.595Z</updated><title type='text'>I HEART Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 came and gone in a puff. &lt;/span&gt;Especially the ending of 2007, it went with a BANG! I lost my granny on the 30th Dec 2007. Of course, Im sad but part of me is relieve for granny. It had been a turbulent year with many ups and downs but mainly downs for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my 4th Uncle at the start of Dec 2007. Then grandma was rushed to the hospital in mid Dec. She did not had any illnesses.  She is old. TO be exact how old.... hmmm we dont really know. Rumour has it tat she is 92 and some said she is 90. As a immigrant from China, they often lie on their age upon arriving... so, sadly i really dont know. But she left us at a golden age and thats for sure. While she was in the hospital, we then realised that the ungrateful youngest son of my granny (whom i no longer call him my uncle) sold the house without information any of us and did an disappearing act on us.... we were left to clear the house with immediate notice and we then realised that with granny in the hospital, if she did really recover, she would not have a home to go to. Many its a blessing in disguise that she went without having to bear the pain of facing the truth. That she is homeless.... Old as she is, how she used to dote on that JERK, I cant believe anyone is heartless enough to wait for his own mother to die or leave the house eventually to sell the house away. To think, granny used to defend this useless bum so much and dotes on him so much and insist on putting his name with hers when grand-dad died 10 years ish ago. We should have listen to grand dad and put someone elses name with the flat... at least, the outcome today will be different. At least, granny would have die with a house to her name today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last past 1 week happen so fast and so painless. We had our cries in the hospital when we see the tubes and state granny was in. The doc said she had an heart attack while she was in the hospital. Perhaps her heart is collapsing. We knows these years, her organs were failing. Her hearing and eyesight has gone rapidly through the last 5 years. Her kidneys had failed too for the last 1.5 years. Her legs are often swollen from the water retention. She dont walk around anymore. All she do all day is sit on her chair in her room or lie on the bed. On good days, she will asked the maid to help her to the living room so she can hear the TV which is often on so loud.... Granny loves her TV (mental note, burn her a good telly... flat screen with HD) She loves her fillet O fish from Mac too... But as the funeral is vegetarian, Im very much tempted to smuggle in a Fillet O fish for her... so she can have her last bite of Mac. She died without much struggled or grasping.... her heart rate had fallen from a healthy 90 ish to a 20 ish within 10 mins. Several of us were at the old house clearing out the loss end for the new owners and didnt manage to see her 1 last chance. BUt at least we were with her the last moment of the last few days.  Everyone manage to come back in time. Even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only come back for xmas break and hoping to do some dissertation work as well. But turns out, it was my last time seeing my granny.  Of course i was devastated that she has to go so fast. I had soo much plans. I had hope that granny can see me grad in July... well at least know that even though she cant be there and see me get married.... Well, she is human afterall... Sadly she cant last forever and be with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Granny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone were the days when you give us 'chicken in a biskuit'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone were the days when you buy us chocolate in a tin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im sorry I did not go see you often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im sorry that If i hadnt took a year break, I'll be grad by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I was more hardworking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Granny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im sorry you have to leave us so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im sorry things has to end this way for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no fear, You still have all our houses and flats you can go to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still have a bunch of crazy children, grandchildren and great grandchildren who loves you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This saturday will be the day you have to leave us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I understand that no ones lives forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you will be etched into our heart forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for saving me from the canes of my mom when my sister and I were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest well and till we meet again..... I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ur grand-daughter, Qing Liu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-67508527371931505?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/67508527371931505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=67508527371931505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/67508527371931505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/67508527371931505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heart-grandma.html' title='I HEART Grandma'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-7058125386867839390</id><published>2007-12-24T04:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:34:33.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R281j-8k4KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/v0YKrO3ynUY/s1600-h/ctree_5a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R281j-8k4KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/v0YKrO3ynUY/s400/ctree_5a.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147391791416533154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Frenz&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have A &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry MeRRY MERRy MERRY&lt;/span&gt; ChristMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A very HaPPY new YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BEst wishes to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R282Pu8k4LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qb0BZUBNQpw/s1600-h/0_santa32c4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 53px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R282Pu8k4LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qb0BZUBNQpw/s400/0_santa32c4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147392543035809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7202670742696110696-7058125386867839390?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7058125386867839390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7058125386867839390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7058125386867839390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7058125386867839390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-greetings.html' title='Xmas Greetings!'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R281j-8k4KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/v0YKrO3ynUY/s72-c/ctree_5a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-6079287247494113367</id><published>2007-12-21T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:41:00.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Fallen ill</title><content type='html'>The drunkard incident on Wed night has left me totally exhausted.  My body finally collapsed under the 'attack of too much alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having difficulty breathing because of my blocked nose. The stuffy nose has made me all groggy! I felt like a walking corps and walking on air the whole day... plus! I was moblised to fetch people around.... )(*&amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%.....! Cant ppl tell Im sick! Sobz!! *SulkZ* My throat is scratchy too! Been coughing abit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed this on P. Chan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahahhaa.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , time to rest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6079287247494113367?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6079287247494113367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6079287247494113367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6079287247494113367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6079287247494113367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/fallen-ill.html' title='Fallen ill'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-5535585097244559461</id><published>2007-12-19T08:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:44:25.935Z</updated><title type='text'>Cute boy coming!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... for those we know me well, I seldom say young guys are cute.&lt;br /&gt;For those we know me well, KNows that I dont go for guys my age or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..... Hmmmmm.... the german guy that is coming next week is one of the rare cute ones i will say.... wahhahahahhaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is staying at my place! woooweee! eye candy everyday! kakakakakka......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those we know me well, its eye candy ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres a chance, we'll take pics and upload on..... YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5535585097244559461?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5535585097244559461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5535585097244559461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5535585097244559461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5535585097244559461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/cute-boy-coming.html' title='Cute boy coming!'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-3612602130725475216</id><published>2007-12-18T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:35:16.391Z</updated><title type='text'>So far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its Wednesday Morning 8am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have been awake since nearly 7am. Why am I up so early? I have no idea... My body automatically will switch on at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home for nearly 5 days. So far, It has been good. I have done lots of things. Did my hair, manicure my nails, bought the pair of jeans I wanted and needed. Met up with my lovely friends and gal friends. Met new people and of course meet up with the crazy peeps at P&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R2hk2u8k4HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtOxPPF1zuc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R2hk2u8k4HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtOxPPF1zuc/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145473465748611186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I have rebonded my hair and cut it to shoulder lenght. Gone were my long dried permed hair.... I still prefer Rebonded hair. Its more easy to maintain and at least I can comb through my hair easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair was done on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Best friend Iris met me for a quick gossip and she highlighted her hair with me while i was sitting through my 4 hrs journey in the Salon. It was SO good to catch up with her before she 'skip' to Europe for her Europe trip. Then after the hair - DO. I drove to Raffles Place to meet up with my Ex colleagues at P&amp;amp;T for a quicky dinner. Some of them have to head back to Office after dinner to finish up work... So cant go far from Raffles place.. we end up at Raffles Place coffeeclub... and have dinner there.. nice lasagne though... Yummmm! It was nice catching up with them and managed to 'dig' Jerald out of his chair for a 30mins quick chat with us..... I was soo nice to meet them. I missed them soo much.. the fun i had there... the sacarsm or rather the  'orgasm' as misheard by Kings.... it was so much fun n more FUN.  My clubbing kakis is 'born' from there too..... Sigh.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Carmen... Miss u soo soooo much! Come back FASt !!!!&lt;/span&gt; Those were the days. Doreen managed to make it to the dinner after her tutor has fly her aeroplane.... wahhahahaa.. Pooor Doreen. Then, after dinner I drove to Holland V to meet up with Iris for another session of chatz with her and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen went with me  to Holland V to wait for her bf to come fetch her. Hmmmm.. Our sense of direction is. . .. . . speechless! Esp Doreen... She made me losst!!!!! Hmmpf! wahahhahaaa....... the 2 of us joined together will probably end up in JB one day! wahhahahahahaa. Anyway, With Iris.... it was another good chat. She introduced 2 of her tennis khakis to me... they were nice and learnt lotas stuff. About microsoft, Seattle, and the guy who asked sooo much about tall buildings and whats the difference btw architects and civil engr... why do we need architects... Hmmmmm maybe I shld read up more on Tall buildings next time......  Grin! Anyway... nice people overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a new friend for coffee at Vivocity. Drove there without any problem! WooooWEEE!!! I've improved! There was a time when Im always loss w/o failed everytime i go Vivo area.. BUT now... Im gd! kakakakakaa..... Thanks to N. I got well trained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R2hlNO8k4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/cQP-ZW8eYaM/s1600-h/IMG_4979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R2hlNO8k4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/cQP-ZW8eYaM/s320/IMG_4979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145473852295667842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okie, had quick lunch n banana choco with my new friend, David. Passed him his xmas pressie and Bday prez. Then, I sms-ed sis and asked if she needs anything from Vivo but she smsed back that she will be at Vivo that day..... Hmmm.. I waited for her anyway after my lunch date with my friend. While waiting, I walked around and decided to d my nails. Walked into the nail palour and asked if they have an instant slot... Wooo.. they have 1 in 15mins.. So i took it and did a frenchie manicure. By the time i finished, Sister arrived and we went for coffee break... Hmmm wait till dad knows that she is SKIVING! kakaakkakakkaa.....  den we did a quick shopping b4 we head down to Orchard. She needs to go Taka to collect somethings from the promoter..... and she needs to show me her new wallet 'aim' ... poor me... I still own her ... her bday present. This time round, my wallet's gonna have a big HOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we reached Orchard in 2 cars. She went to collect the documents frm the promoter at Taka first den... she recieved a call from the office saying that they need her to go back urgently...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRICKING Hell!&lt;/span&gt; I wondered who mobilse her back! HMMMPF! Doesnt matter.... Meeting Brenda in 45mins time... So i wandered around. WEnt to Metro to help my sis get her Ashworth bag and I bought myself a Ashworth polo T... kakakakaa..... den went to Kino and got my stationary... My pens and more pens. Brenda finally arrived after being 15mins late... den we head to dinner...... at crystal Jade. Ah... I missed her so so so much! Now if CoCO is here... it will be a complete reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Im suppose to go meet another new friend. Dinner and chilling out... Will update u guys on the outcome! Im just worried about knocking out at an early timing since my body have been shutting down early the last few nites due to waking so early in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this trip is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new friends i met are nice and some made u realised certain stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Things cannot be forced. It also made me realised what kind of person i am. Im the kind of person that can just drop u like a hot potate when im bored from clubbing.... Maybe its the company... Maybe its me. Im me... Dont like.. Too bad! I cant be bothered to please too many people... In my life.... if i have to go please everyone.. I'll be very miserable !!  Im who i am... dont like it... Leave it den!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway, im glad that some of the promises i made didnt happen.... it wun have gone well anyway... we wun enjoy anything also...... I can be abit emotional. BUT.... one thing Im sure hate so much is a guy who is more EMO then me.! NO way can i be bothered with an EMO person.. but well, I dun wanna complain much cos maybe i find ppl emo, there will be other ppl out there who might find me worst! wahhahahaa.... BUT... i highly doubt im much of an emotional person.....! Anyway, I still appreciate the things you've done and got for me. Thank you. U were once with me when i was down with my work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah... now.. Look forward and march....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kris.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3612602130725475216?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3612602130725475216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3612602130725475216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3612602130725475216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3612602130725475216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-far.html' title='So far...'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R2hk2u8k4HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtOxPPF1zuc/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5065684536374535572</id><published>2007-12-15T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:24:57.494Z</updated><title type='text'>smoking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday morning 615am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Clubbing @ 5am&lt;br /&gt;Dead Beat...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe still abit on the UK timing.&lt;br /&gt;Jetlag.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be up at 10am to go visit my ah ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOO unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good dinner at my 2nd Uncle's place.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Aunt tried to force feed me!&lt;br /&gt;So fulL!&lt;br /&gt;tot Clubbing could and Would dance my fats away!&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;Not much dancing done...&lt;br /&gt;I was dead Bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another unhealthy night.&lt;br /&gt;I have started Smoking again.&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 mths in UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Was it stressFUL ?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nites and days in UK&lt;br /&gt;Where I crave for that ciggie....&lt;br /&gt;Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday nite I arrive,&lt;br /&gt;Met N and had like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-4 sticks&lt;/span&gt; through the nite.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Nite...&lt;br /&gt;CLUBBING... !&lt;br /&gt;So tired and Bored!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1/3 of the packet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks to the sponserSHIP from Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shld start buying my own Ciggies....&lt;br /&gt;Oh MAn!&lt;br /&gt;Im back to smoking!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yawnz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5065684536374535572?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5065684536374535572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5065684536374535572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5065684536374535572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5065684536374535572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/smoking.html' title='smoking!'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-6351945724065679842</id><published>2007-12-14T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:39:25.897Z</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>IM HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journey home was horrible. but it was all worth it! miss my parents n sibling... so many things to catch up. so many things to eat... what shld i have tmr afternoon....! yawnz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6351945724065679842?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6351945724065679842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6351945724065679842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6351945724065679842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6351945724065679842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-3511712675618631944</id><published>2007-12-11T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:33:29.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy BEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R17E7IHCb9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CmT7Ue3KM84/s1600-h/busybee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 462px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R17E7IHCb9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CmT7Ue3KM84/s320/busybee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764344572014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally done with Site Register Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed site in Manchester was rejected&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;W. agreed that the site should be in MAnchester&lt;br /&gt;So, all i have to do is to find another site in the city.&lt;br /&gt;More research needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;The textile history, the textile research happening NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Samples... I need to start to collect some samples soon!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can do that in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Think it will be alot easier to do it in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnyHOO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with my dissertation tutor today too!&lt;br /&gt;Busy BEE&lt;br /&gt;Site Register crit at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Dissertation at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The agony of multi-tasking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant multi-task with school work....&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no PROblemo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad thats over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissertation final draft!&lt;br /&gt;Due this friday after 3pm!&lt;br /&gt;But as im heading Home on Thursday evening,&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish the draft by Thursday morning...&lt;br /&gt;Latest by 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ArgH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few more sleeplesss night.&lt;br /&gt;And ....&lt;br /&gt;I'll be HOME SWEET HOME...!&lt;br /&gt;In my sweet bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3511712675618631944?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3511712675618631944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3511712675618631944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3511712675618631944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3511712675618631944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-bee.html' title='Busy BEE'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R17E7IHCb9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CmT7Ue3KM84/s72-c/busybee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-4159631608548192152</id><published>2007-12-07T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:29:45.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like this quote : its from the new Sex and the CIty trailer.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmmm. . .. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing last forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dreams change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trends come and go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIPS NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" style=""&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="settings=90177&amp;amp;pmms=2033774&amp;amp;previewImage=http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets_vapi/preview_image_02.jpg&amp;amp;skin=146716&amp;amp;size=manual&amp;amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/aolwidget_9.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="dl_flvwidget" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="settings=90177&amp;amp;pmms=2033774&amp;amp;previewImage=http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets_vapi/preview_image_02.jpg&amp;amp;skin=146716&amp;amp;size=manual&amp;amp;autoPlay=0" align="middle" height="284" width="314"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-4159631608548192152?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4159631608548192152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4159631608548192152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4159631608548192152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4159631608548192152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-6529015095373135573</id><published>2007-12-05T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:54:35.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Counting DOWN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1cA66ZSEaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAPsxhHaoGI/s1600-h/countingdownthedays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 269px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1cA66ZSEaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAPsxhHaoGI/s320/countingdownthedays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140578511774421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days from Site Register Crit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt; days to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;days till dissertation FInal draft is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6529015095373135573?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6529015095373135573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6529015095373135573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6529015095373135573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6529015095373135573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/counting-down.html' title='Counting DOWN...'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1cA66ZSEaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JAPsxhHaoGI/s72-c/countingdownthedays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-841753433402684993</id><published>2007-12-04T16:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:30:34.118Z</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Brenda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1V-wqZSEYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lUlI0rln54k/s1600-h/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1V-wqZSEYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lUlI0rln54k/s320/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140153924192440706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!!! &lt;/span&gt; to my darling'O'Buds, Brenda Tan WeiWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt; her driving Test today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oooh!! Yipee! Got ppl fetch me home next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told her now she got her liscene. She can be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;'person'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person i call when Im drunk! To make sure i get home safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt; she is going to wake up in the middle of the nite to come fetch my drunkard sorry ass off! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobz&lt;/span&gt;... She &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even entertain me to sweet-talk me slightly ever soooo little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SObz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW COULD SHE   !!! ???? !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whahwhwhahwhawhahwbhabwhabwhabwhabwhbwhabwha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-841753433402684993?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/841753433402684993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=841753433402684993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/841753433402684993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/841753433402684993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/congrats-to-brenda.html' title='Congrats to Brenda!'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1V-wqZSEYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lUlI0rln54k/s72-c/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8906941589308372922</id><published>2007-12-02T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:37:18.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Its life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its part and parcel of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being together and parting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how loving you and your other half is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he/she will eventually leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can escape from Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can escape from separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its just life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remembered the saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' Theres no such things as everlasting.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am i too pessimistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or am I just being pure realistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look at my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont want any regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No regrets on the second thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The things I always want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The things I always have aims for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I go for it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lives with no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the people I so love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For they may one day be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I treasure the things I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for it may be loss one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im just being pure realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just being simple and truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that is just me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1MwHAyi3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Acw5U7TkNcM/s1600-R/IMG_4975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 290px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1MwHAyi3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ndrmOBMPXk/s320/IMG_4975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139504496789085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My X'mas gift for myself and the gift from A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekend in Manchester. Bought my X'mas present for myself. I promise Doreen that i'll show a picture of it and here it is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like it&lt;/span&gt;. BUT this bag will always remind me of my uncle. Because, He was dying at the very moment when i entered Louis Vuitton Boutique. As crude as it sound, people tell me that even if I wasn't buying it or entering LV boutique, he will be dying anyway so I shouldn't be feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was in Manchester, A brought me to choose my x'mas present. I choose Stella McCartney's perfume. Its always wise to let me choose my own gift especially when he can never get it right even if I point it right at it for him. hahahaa... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, it comes with a solid perfume and a bottle of it too! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, I went to A's parents place and later to watch a football game. It was fun and nice. I've not seen A's parent and sister since February. It was nice to meet up with them and spend some time with them again. They have been so nice to me. While there, I shared a sandwich with A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I aim to spend some quality time with my family and also visit my Singapore granny as often as I could. Singapore grandma is old, Real OLD. I think she is about 98 or so. Her health has deteriorate badly for the past few years. Her bones has strink so much that she is slouching alot. Her eyesight is failing and so is her earing. She cant really walk around and needs help when bathing. Sometimes, well.... Most of the TIME, she cant recognised the people around her. She will rememeber the name but not the face. She used to babysit me and my sister with my grand dad who had since passed away when I was 15/16. We had a bond that I will never explain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love my Singapore AH mA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Singapore during the summer. I went to Bintan, KL and Krabi. I did some serious tanning there and when i visit her. She was wondering who i was and asked where is Cheng liu? Sigh... This time round... My tann has faded. I hope she can recognise me instead thinking that i'm some maid or something... SObz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got to get back to my work. Its tutorial tomorrow. Got a 'date' with Wayne. Wish me luck, guys...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night UK and Good Morning Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8906941589308372922?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8906941589308372922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8906941589308372922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8906941589308372922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8906941589308372922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-life.html' title='Its life.'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R1MwHAyi3TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ndrmOBMPXk/s72-c/IMG_4975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5189233084385267872</id><published>2007-12-01T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:36:53.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Condolence to my cousin and family</title><content type='html'>My mom's brother.... her 4th bro passed away yesterday morning 1st Dec 2007 at around 530 am singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally in shocked. I thought I could visit my uncle in the hospital when i return in 2 weeks time. Who knows, I do not have the chance to do that. . . . Im totally gutted for not being able to see uncle for the one last time. . . Sorry 4th 'gu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th uncle has been fighting liver failure for a few years. Everytime he went into the hospital, he came out alive. This time round, the main reason he went into the hospital was to have liver transplant. But sadly, during the process of liver transplant, he over bleed and the doctor could only stop the bleeding and was unable to proceed with the the transplant. They were waiting for him to recover from the overbleeding for another chance of transplant. Its just too sad that he never recovered from the overbleeding incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I have always been closer to my mom's side of the family then to my dad. Well, mainly because the age gap between my cousin and I are alot closer.. (hmmm... maybe not) but. .. . . because they are in singapore. My dad's side, my cousins are still soo young and some are still in the factory on the process of making... wahahhaa. thus the difference in years. My singapore cousins are alot matured and fun... and we have so much things in common. They taught me so much stuff. Anyway, I rememebered when we were young, 4th uncle always bring us cheap vitagen cos he used to repair vans for vitagen, so he always could get discount for us. he will bring us lots and everytime i open the fridge, i'll know 4th uncle was here because of the loads of vitagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my first time being away from home when something like this happen. Never thought this would happen. . . . so was still in kinda shock. I felt really bad cause when my sister called me to inform me that uncle is dying, I was in Manchester .... SHOPPING !! felt so.... bad bad bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my cousins and aunt will find peace with it. At least my uncle is free from the pain and suffer. I know they dont read my blog but i'll find myself more at peace to say this out to someone and people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them: Im sorry i cant be there for you guys during this period. Terribly sorry. Take care and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;ChengLiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5189233084385267872?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5189233084385267872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5189233084385267872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5189233084385267872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5189233084385267872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/12/condolence-to-my-cousin-and-family.html' title='Condolence to my cousin and family'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-5781571578991631035</id><published>2007-11-29T23:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:46:23.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy day. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My DIARY today.                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29Nov07 Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R09OBEEIM0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GB9QRNv60s0/s1600-h/tireddoggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R09OBEEIM0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GB9QRNv60s0/s320/tireddoggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138411480030917442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I felt sooo tired today. Did so-so much things. Last night, I stayed up late to get ready for my Site Register Interview this morning at 10am. Slept at nearly 4am and woke up at 8am. Very tired. Was supposed to wake up at 730am but i was so tired that I just couldnt get my ass out of the bed. Anyway, I think the interview went well. Then after the interview which finished at about 1020am. I walked to the city to get some milk and stuff. Then went back to my hall at about 12pm. It was when i got off the bus then i realised that I forget to get bedsheet! That was the main reason why I wanted to go to town today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez !!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a meeting with my dissertation tutor and we talked about my draft. He advised on the direction I was heading and gave me more ideas. After tutorial, I went to the archi library and sit down to look for journals for the plans i wanted. It was sniffing through the dusty journals and I think i was in there for about 2 hrs. Yawnz ! So tired! My body was already slowly shutting down. I walked to the city again to get the bedsheets I should have gotten earlier in the day. Went straight to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer and get what I want. Straight to the point! wahahhaa.... Then once again, I took the bus home and when I reached into my room, I just stone infront of the telly watch relic hunter. I probably didnt know what was going on as I was sooo-sooooo hungry. Yet SOoo SOooO tired. so tired that I just didnt have the energy to walk around. I end up took a spoon from my cup and start spooning the peanut butter i kept just by the telly. YUmmm! Unhealthy i know. BUt im just simply so so so so lazy to walk to the kitchen to make food. End up, I gave up on keeping awake and head to bed at 630pm. Aim to take a short nap and be up at 8pm BUt as usual, it was hard to get my asse off the bed... (wats new!) I end up lying in bed till 9pm. Only manange to have my dinner at about 930pm. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sianz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i took a nap just now. I intend to do my work till later into the night as tomorrow I am going to Gloucester. It was for my case studies for my dissertation. After Gloucester, Im going to Manchester to do some X'mas shopping... Hahahhahaa.. Well, for myself! Did most of the xmas shopping for my friends already... Now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Each year, either for my birthday or xmas. I will get something nice and abit pricey to pamper myself. Hmmmm Since I had a good trip in Singapore and had a hell of a time in SIngapore during my Birthday in July. hmmm wait, DID i get something nice then ?? Nope dont think so... Other than the kl-bkk-krabi trip I took with A in July. Anyway, THis year my pressie for myself is LV Speedy bag. I have been aiming the speedy bag for sometime already. I am Still debating between speedy 30 or 25. I had both reserved so will make up my mind when Im at the LV boutique tomorrow.... kekekeke.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wahahabhwhabwhabwhawha...........&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thats all for tonight. I wanna get back to work and hope to be in bed by 3am. Had a train to catch at 1030am! Another busy day! BUT. . . . excited at the end which tomorrow finale will be in LV boutique! WooooHooO...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Krissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5781571578991631035?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5781571578991631035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5781571578991631035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5781571578991631035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5781571578991631035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-day_29.html' title='Busy day. . .'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R09OBEEIM0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/GB9QRNv60s0/s72-c/tireddoggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7678693484908478187</id><published>2007-11-27T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:56:19.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Tinge of H.O.P.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0xYvUEIMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SfqJ1_vPmdg/s1600-h/crepuscular-rays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0xYvUEIMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SfqJ1_vPmdg/s320/crepuscular-rays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137578844786012978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark clouds are clearing ever so slightly. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arranged to meet up with the year Head for a one to one talk about my confusion project. We had a talk about my so outdated work. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I faced with my own tutor. I made some confession about how my tutor, W scares me sometimes. He gave me nothing but negative thoughts. The year Head talk me through it. Told me what n how i can handle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him what I am interested in. The things I like. The things I may have interests and can lead on to a better thesis topic. We even talked about the site I could choose. I told him Im interested in either Singapore or Manchester. He said:"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore site will be a problem&lt;/span&gt; as I would require to visit my site as often as I can. So, Singapore might not be a good and economic idea". That I would have to agree on. Anyway, we both kinda agree that Manchester is a good site. And from there, it leads to the program I might be interested in. I told  him that, I know that for our Final proj for our 3rd year, we did exhibition and gallery. But Im kinda interested in doing that as my program. The Year head seems to be fine with the ideas, and gave me lots more to think about and to leave with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, I felt alot better about this project. It gave me some confidence and hope back. At least I have something to work towards again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;really grateful to the people around me&lt;/span&gt; for giving me their support during this period of crazy time for me. I hope after this, I can feel better about my thesis topic and a clearer head of what Im going to do for my final project. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Finger CROSS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know I shldnt be be too happy yet. BUT the thought that I have a bar better idea of where i am heading towards, I happy enough at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rissy for ur sms. It made me slightly better. You're right. Believing in myself and half the battle is won... Now, I have the other half of the battle to fight on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for believing in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Muack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-7678693484908478187?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7678693484908478187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7678693484908478187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7678693484908478187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7678693484908478187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/tinge-of-hope.html' title='Tinge of H.O.P.E'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0xYvUEIMzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SfqJ1_vPmdg/s72-c/crepuscular-rays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-4089706403242815420</id><published>2007-11-26T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:44:24.972Z</updated><title type='text'>Its another day of tutorial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0seeUEIMyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4CBV77toK5A/s1600-h/bottombar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 35px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0seeUEIMyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4CBV77toK5A/s320/bottombar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137233306077115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tutorial day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, the 5th Year head sat in with my tutorial with my tutor. My tutor was telling him "whats wrong and where" i am at my current status of tutorial. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; SIGH&lt;/span&gt;. . . . .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him warning me where I am. Me telling him what my likes. Him telling me what I should buck up and do if not Where I will end up at. . . the end of rubbish chute. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBviouSLY&lt;/span&gt; things didnt went well. All i get week after week is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negative thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from him. Nothing positive for me whenever I see him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"F.R.I.C.K !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SiCK&lt;/span&gt; of all the negative thoughts. Weeks after weeks I tried my so very best to do whatever he asked me to do. BUT, He never seems to be HAPPY. The objective hard-headed him only see things he like. sometimes..... does it really matter WHAT I like ? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIGH. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make the decision of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD I &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SHOULD I NOT&lt;/span&gt; change group/ tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGH. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0seeUEIMyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4CBV77toK5A/s1600-h/bottombar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 35px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0seeUEIMyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4CBV77toK5A/s320/bottombar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137233306077115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-4089706403242815420?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4089706403242815420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4089706403242815420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4089706403242815420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4089706403242815420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-another-day-of-tutorial.html' title='Its another day of tutorial.'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0seeUEIMyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4CBV77toK5A/s72-c/bottombar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-5580130135752846878</id><published>2007-11-26T09:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:25:47.889Z</updated><title type='text'>Am i a strange soul ?</title><content type='html'>930am Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 2pm tutorial later with the tutor that whom I think, hates me. Anyway, I need to show him 6 architectural building that is built by architects that are still alive and kicking today. Been quite tired. . . . Due to the fact that I didnt have enough sleep and the bad cramps. I so want to lie in bed and sleep till like 10_ish den wake up! But I have my so-so overdue-d laundry to do. Now that laundry is in the washing machine. I so want to sleep again! Well, at least I manage to beat the morning crowds to the miserable few machines. Yawnz. . ..  the agony of doing laundry. . . . such a love -hate relationship. Hate doing it. BUT totally loves the nice laundry-ed clothes. The clean smell and cleanliness. Bwabwhahhaa. I sound like some sickO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so need my beauty sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to my tutorial later... Im expecting plenty of slam dunks again... sobz! BUT, its a sunny day (well, at least in my heart and definitely not in Cardiff.) so.... I should be optimistic about it. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: 19 more days till im bk in Singapore. WOHooo! Oh, that means 19 days to dissertation final draft hand in. .. .  sobz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5580130135752846878?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5580130135752846878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5580130135752846878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5580130135752846878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5580130135752846878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-strange-soul.html' title='Am i a strange soul ?'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-4601765067933764183</id><published>2007-11-25T17:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:32:57.352Z</updated><title type='text'>I NEED . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I NEED . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a miracle cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless night has made my face&lt;br /&gt;grew with PIMPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAWD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nice complexion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need miracle Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SObzzzzz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-4601765067933764183?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4601765067933764183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4601765067933764183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4601765067933764183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4601765067933764183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need_25.html' title='I NEED . . . . . . .'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-6258372930516538479</id><published>2007-11-25T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:10:15.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday, Lazy Kris</title><content type='html'>Sunday 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling really lazy today. Was thinking if SHOULD i or Should I NOT do my laundry today... Nah.. Too many people in the laundry room.. dont wanna fight the machines. Shall do it tmr morn! When everyone is feeing their Monday's blue. I shall do my laundry. mwahbhabwhabwhab......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much this weekend. A came to visit. went to town to do abit of shopping. and later, A drove me to Tesco to do some grocery shopping. I went crazy again in Tesco! kakakaka.. Im such an auntie. a little kid in the supermarket with daddy's credit card! hmmm ... wat u expect of me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to tidy my room and get some work done later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, i finally submit my dissertation 1st draft. Last week was quite hectic. so many things due! also, so deprived of sleep. On friday and sat, I tried my very best to gain back my missing beauty sleep. Well, theres still tonite for more sleep! *Grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , Thats all for today. Got to get some research done for my tutorial tmr. Yeahyeah, meeting the tutor who hate me so much.... hai, sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DoodilyDOO&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6258372930516538479?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6258372930516538479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6258372930516538479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6258372930516538479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6258372930516538479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-sunday-lazy-kris.html' title='Lazy Sunday, Lazy Kris'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-3067660244312061854</id><published>2007-11-23T00:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T18:23:04.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Loving this red tree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0ayKEEIMxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TAZva2BabcY/s1600-h/IMG_4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0ayKEEIMxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TAZva2BabcY/s320/IMG_4635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135988311022121746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is something my sis wrote to rememeber Uncle Jotten by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;"&gt; When I must leave you for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;please do not grieve  and shed wild tears and hug your sorrow to you through the  years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;"&gt;but start out bravely with a gallant smile.&lt;br /&gt;And for my sake and  in my name,&lt;br /&gt;live on and do all the things the same.&lt;br /&gt;Feed not on your  loneliness and empty days,&lt;br /&gt;but fill each working hour in useful  ways.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out your hand in comfort and cheer and in turn I will comfort you  and hold you near.&lt;br /&gt;And never, never be afraid as I will be watching by you!  ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7202670742696110696-3067660244312061854?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3067660244312061854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3067660244312061854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3067660244312061854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3067660244312061854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/loving-this-red-tree_23.html' title='Loving this red tree.'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0ayKEEIMxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TAZva2BabcY/s72-c/IMG_4635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3184419327543711431</id><published>2007-11-22T01:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:51:47.327Z</updated><title type='text'>keep Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0Tuu0EIMvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2DvQkcHwCTA/s1600-h/42755-bleeding+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 273px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0Tuu0EIMvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2DvQkcHwCTA/s320/42755-bleeding+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135491963126559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep bleeding love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so near,&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;But yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i see you.&lt;br /&gt;I greet you&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;All i get is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;no replies back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time we had,&lt;br /&gt;the amount of time and youth i wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;the respond i got from you.&lt;br /&gt;the amount of times we only manage to meet up&lt;br /&gt;each time,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;each time we met,&lt;br /&gt;i cried on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it simply just hurt too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply just dont deserve the way you treat me&lt;br /&gt;I got other offers I could move on to....&lt;br /&gt;But. .. . . sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;to forget the times we had&lt;br /&gt;to forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;the things you said.&lt;br /&gt;the things you promised&lt;br /&gt;but you never do what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of all the sweet talks&lt;br /&gt;so sick of all the empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;who am i really to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i still love you?&lt;br /&gt;no matter how badly you treat me?&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard to forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;but it has never been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh, what you do to me....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. . .&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;so useless&lt;/span&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time i move on.&lt;br /&gt;from now on. . . .&lt;br /&gt;it will be you saying HI to me.&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to do anymore initiating.&lt;br /&gt;so sick of it being the one to do it always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I wanna move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna to block out the rubbish you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to shed anymore tears for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I definitely deserve BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; LAst SEason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so trying to be stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3184419327543711431?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3184419327543711431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3184419327543711431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3184419327543711431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3184419327543711431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-bleeding-love.html' title='keep Bleeding Love'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/R0Tuu0EIMvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2DvQkcHwCTA/s72-c/42755-bleeding+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7268637023017356734</id><published>2007-11-22T01:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:47:01.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller.swf?lyricid=2147453335&amp;amp;border=2&amp;amp;bordert=80&amp;amp;bgfont=0xC0C0C0&amp;amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgpic/bluedisco.jpg&amp;amp;filter=0x000000&amp;amp;filtert=25&amp;amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;fontname=arial&amp;amp;fontsize=11&amp;amp;speed=2" quality="high" bgcolor="#006666" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Life is Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today blog is for : Uncle Jotten (Hamburg, Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis morn,&lt;br /&gt;woke up to a clear sky.&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining heavily the last few days in Cardiff.&lt;br /&gt;So its kinda refreshing to be awake to a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;sis msn me&lt;br /&gt;to inform me that&lt;br /&gt;Dad's german good friend,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jotten&lt;br /&gt;which dad sees him as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;Has past away last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been there for dad alot.&lt;br /&gt;When business was bad.&lt;br /&gt;When dad was in Germany,&lt;br /&gt;He would drive daddy around&lt;br /&gt;from Hamburg to Frankfurt&lt;br /&gt;From germany to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;The thousands of miles they had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone refuse to keep to his promise of the stated price.&lt;br /&gt;He rather sell the goods at a Great loss to daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dad must be sad hearing the news.&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;he has been friends with dad for&lt;br /&gt;as long as I am born.&lt;br /&gt;Since young,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy will bring him to our house when Uncle Jotten is in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Mom will cook the delicious food for him.&lt;br /&gt;He basically saw my family grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I have only saw him just 1 mth ago.&lt;br /&gt;He was still fine and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;We had tea and coffee at his new house.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping with his new wife.&lt;br /&gt;They had only remarried 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch and even tried to visit Uncle Jotten's mom.&lt;br /&gt;His mom is still so healthy.&lt;br /&gt;We even had dinner together with his son.&lt;br /&gt;His daughter, Sarah couldnt make it&lt;br /&gt;cause she was away in Berlin,&lt;br /&gt;working for her Bar.&lt;br /&gt;you see,&lt;br /&gt;Both his children (from 1st marriage)&lt;br /&gt;are lawyers to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and uncle Jotten&lt;br /&gt;always wanted the 3 of us(the kummies) to be friends with the Jotten kids.&lt;br /&gt;Since before I came to UK to study.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in contact with Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;we will emailed each other once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;The last time she emailed me was&lt;br /&gt;when she apologised for not being able to meet up when we were in Hamburg&lt;br /&gt;just 1 month ago.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope, even after uncle Jotten is gone.&lt;br /&gt;The friendship will still continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to visit uncle Jotten's 1st wife&lt;br /&gt;before I go back to Singapore for good.&lt;br /&gt;I promised her so.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I should keep to my promise.&lt;br /&gt;She was so nice to us&lt;br /&gt;and keep insisting that I visit her&lt;br /&gt;And I can use her guest room when im there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope everyone is doing okay over there.&lt;br /&gt;May peace be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Life is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every nodes and bits of it.&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regrets in LIFE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;krissyK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3042255444817578807?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3042255444817578807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3042255444817578807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3042255444817578807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3042255444817578807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-6884972092707332869</id><published>2007-11-20T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:34:05.434Z</updated><title type='text'>I wanna break free !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primer proj is finished.&lt;br /&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;It didnt go well.&lt;br /&gt;I still didnt know what my thesis topic is.&lt;br /&gt;W T H!&lt;br /&gt;I still need to explore!&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda hard to explore in a wrong group.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Primer's done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention,&lt;br /&gt;I think my tutor HATEs me!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;watever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;concentrating on . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dissertation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get on with Dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;The most attention needed dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;Dissertation 1st draft is due this coming friday&lt;br /&gt;23/11/2007 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a good girl and do my work.&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;I shall go SHOPPIng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: i so miss my sister and brother and my frens in Singapore. Argh I so need to CLUB now!&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/7202670742696110696-6884972092707332869?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6884972092707332869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6884972092707332869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6884972092707332869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6884972092707332869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-break-free.html' title='I wanna break free !'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-1154297755654765605</id><published>2007-11-17T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:36:46.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Alone overseas, who really knows how I feel ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alone overseas, WHO really understands and knows how I feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1999, I came to Wales, United Kingdom to further my studies. Alone, without any friends with me. Being the eldest and under the eagle eyes of my parents. It was my 1st time away from home. Since young, I have been very much protected by my parents. I was born into a life where I do not have to worry a single thing. Most things I asked for, I would get it thus my decision to leave my protected environment in Singapore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanted freedom. Away from the eyes of my parents. I left home miserably in search for my freedom and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;. The first day I arrived, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;. I was sad that I have to travel all the way from Singapore myself. My 1st trip away and no one is here with me. I felt so ALONE. Reaching the dorm, I saw students with parents around them, helping them to settle down. While my parents are thousand of miles away from me.I broke down and cry in my cold empty (then) dorm. It was small and miserable. I do not feel 'at home' in there. I called my parents in Singapore and start crying away and caused them tremendous worry. Dad even volunteer to fly over the next day. I declined his offer and and was determine to stay strong. And kept telling myself that X'mas break will be here very fast and I will once see my parents and family and friends again. Basically, 1st year was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year for me. I cried alot and I mean alot. So many times I called C for comfort. I have lovely friends that i know from my flat. The girls in there were so nice BUT they are NOT my friends in Singapore. They are NOT B and C. I missed my life so badly in Singapore. My pampered lifestyle. Life without worrying about laundry, doing dishes and so on. I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;SO pampered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year and 3rd year went past so fast. I graduated from my BSc degree. Even though I graduated from a second lower. I know my parents were so proud of me. The girl whom always has been the lousiest in class. Each year topping the class from the bottom since Primary school and Secondary school actually went to University and majored in Architecture. I know people whom I knew in Primary and Secondary school were amazed it. During gatherings, I told them what im studying. They were surprised. Well, no one can hide that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt; from me. I can feel it. Im born sensitive. Thats who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 4th year, It was Internship year. We had to work for a minimum of 9 months. For the 1st 5 months, I did my stint in an mid-size Architecture firm in Manchester. The people in the firm were really nice and warm BUT I do not have a sense of belonging. I felt so alone in there and in Manchester. I decided to move home to complete my Internship. In Singapore, the internship company i worked for was a big size one. There are hundreds of people in the company. I may be a small pea in there BUT i made lots of friends whom I have no regrets knowing. They brought life to me and happiness to my diminishing circle of friends. You see, when I went overseas to study. I lost touch with lots of friends. People grew apart when they grow older. Only my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends stayed on with me when im back in Singapore. BUT they have their own life and friends too. I get lonely at times and working in the singapore architecture company really widen my social circles. We had such great fun in there. The chilling out session at nearly every friday. A quick dinner filled with gossips and the long working hours. Everything that happens that was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOing back to do my 5th year was really hard. It is really a bad start. I got so used to the relax lifestyle. My brain was cooked from not using it much to think of concept. When i was working. It was more like what I have to do and do what I have do complete. Back in UNI, they expect us to do what we want to do. SUddenly I felt so lost. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO LOST&lt;/span&gt;. I think I have lost the touch of architecture. The huge weight on deciding a concept tires me out. Being dump into a group i didnt wanted did not help too. The tutor is fierce BUT good. HE pointed alot of things I should be thinking which I am not. He is fierce to me but im hoping its for my own good not because he dont like me.  Im so used to tutors who just go on with what i do and not pin out whats really wrong with my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday i was ask : why do u want to do architecture? What is the architecture you like ? I was speechless and I DO NOT know how to answer back. That was then, I knew something is wrong. I have lost my touch for architecture. I used to be able to think and reply fast. BUT somehow for this primer project. I cant! I get tongue tight alot. Alot of nights, I felt like just giving up. BUt the thoughts of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my parents are stopping me. Changing course even came to my mind. Maybe I should do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my parents earlier. They were complaining how long I have not called them. It was like about 2 weeks. I am under so much stress. I dread calling home cause I know when they asked me why didnt I call home. I am scared that I will burst out crying. That is one thing I DO NOT want my parents to be worried about. I choose this path. I am determine to finish it. BUT Im not sure how long I can take it. Its only the 1st third of the whole course and Im already collapsing. Im so scare. Really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really SCARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends here. So sick of making friends here and then being betrayed by them. Im so used to my life in Singapore. My friends and family there. I know I belong there. plans of continuing working in UK were scrapped after I realised how much happier i was while i was working in SIngapore. Lower pay, longer hours BUT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT now, I know... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dont worry, Im not sucidal BUT im not sure how long I can hold on to myself. The times I have let myself downs hurts so much more than letting others down. I wanna survive through all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can. . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying helps. . .&lt;br /&gt;After crying, I felt so much better.&lt;br /&gt;But how much more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do i have to tear ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future suddenly lies bleak ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7202670742696110696-1154297755654765605?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1154297755654765605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=1154297755654765605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/1154297755654765605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/1154297755654765605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/alone-overseas-who-really-knows-how-i.html' title='Alone overseas, who really knows how I feel ?'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-3218556819087940165</id><published>2007-11-17T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:09:37.162Z</updated><title type='text'>One Two Three Four . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current song that is being played repeatly in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;......1 2 3 4. . . . 5 6 9 &amp;amp; 10......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist(Band):&lt;b&gt;Feist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ringtones.lyrics007.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Two Three Four&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me more&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless, long nights&lt;br /&gt;That was what my youth was for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD teenage hopes are ALIVE at your door&lt;br /&gt;Left you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;But they want some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, bitter heart&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't tell you apart&lt;br /&gt;Cozy and cold&lt;br /&gt;Put the horse before the cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those teenage hopes&lt;br /&gt;Who have tears in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to own up&lt;br /&gt;To one little lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy you back the love that you had then&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy you back the love that you had then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You're changing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-3218556819087940165?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3218556819087940165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3218556819087940165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3218556819087940165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3218556819087940165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/current-song-that-is-being-played.html' title='One Two Three Four . . . .'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-762400831374419491</id><published>2007-11-15T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:30:45.686Z</updated><title type='text'>So-SO tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1015&lt;/span&gt;pm.&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;So - so ready to knock out&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bed so so much.&lt;br /&gt;so so want to lie on the bed and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yawnz. . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;It will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;primer&lt;/span&gt; no more.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it will be the submission of the 1st draft of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dissertation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After Tues, it will be slog slog away for dissertation,&lt;br /&gt;finally can sit down and start slogging away for the long awaited dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;Need to read and read.&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;those who know me,&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading!&lt;br /&gt;Im the kind that prefer to look at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Dissertation draft, only have about 3-4 days to do it.&lt;br /&gt;After dissertation, it will be site register&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Site registed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needs to start thinking of a site.&lt;br /&gt;Am hoping to do something in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;But im not sure if I can get enough site infomation on it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, soon will need to mobilize my frens in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;heeheheehehee. . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANy volunteers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ??&lt;br /&gt;Hello???&lt;br /&gt;Those who wish to volunteer,&lt;br /&gt;Please email me !&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knock knock ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnyONE?&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7202670742696110696-762400831374419491?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/762400831374419491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=762400831374419491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/762400831374419491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/762400831374419491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-so-tired.html' title='So-SO tired.'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-640787214457916629</id><published>2007-11-15T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:53:40.162Z</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home - westlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back home - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuhA3g14xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jwj2c31y3is/s1600-h/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuhA3g14xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jwj2c31y3is/s320/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132873236592583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Another summer day,&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away,&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by,&lt;br /&gt;A million people I,&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, You know,&lt;br /&gt;And i've been keeping all the letters,&lt;br /&gt;That I wrote to you,&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or to,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine baby how are you,&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's that it's just not enough,&lt;br /&gt;The words were cold and flat,&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more, Than that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane,&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky, I know,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Im just to far,&lt;br /&gt;From where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to come home,&lt;br /&gt;Let me come home,&lt;br /&gt;I've had my run,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm down,&lt;br /&gt;I want to come home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living,&lt;br /&gt;Someone elses life,&lt;br /&gt;It's like i just stepped outside,&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right,&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not come along with me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was not your dream,&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day,&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away,&lt;br /&gt;In either Paris and Rome,&lt;br /&gt;And I Want To Go Home,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, You know,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home,&lt;br /&gt;I've had my run,&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm down,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home,&lt;br /&gt;It'll all be alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back home.&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/7202670742696110696-640787214457916629?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/640787214457916629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=640787214457916629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/640787214457916629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/640787214457916629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-go-home-westlife.html' title='I wanna go home - westlife'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuhA3g14xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jwj2c31y3is/s72-c/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-1468017319114531066</id><published>2007-11-15T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:25:33.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEPYHEAD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuPpA9u84I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Smh8st-RN8I/s1600-h/bart+snooze.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuPpA9u84I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Smh8st-RN8I/s320/bart+snooze.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132854135115150210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still stuck with my primer project. As instructed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.... yawnz! I want to shop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  speaking of shopping. I did my fair share of X'mas shopping the last few days. It definitely not a smooth week for me and what do Kris do when she is stress? Kakakaa... She SHOP! Anyway, I bought my X'mas gifts for my A's family and for my frens in Singapore already. Hopefully my suitcase wun be overload or too Heavy! Only have 20kg tis time round you know. Sobz... ha Anyway xmas gifts tis year has a budget. SO... fingerX that my pals will like their gifts. Ay... Its the thoughts that count arent it? heeheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;  another month to go and Im home free! I MISS HOME and CAN't WAIT to be HOME! Next month today.... I'll be in Sunny SINGAPORE or maybe Rainy SINGAPORE... watever. . . . It dont matter, what matters is that Im home and tuck in into my own bed in my messy room... kakaka....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Back to sketching again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Have got to do a Gordon Cullen style drawings. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao ciao.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-1468017319114531066?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/1468017319114531066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=1468017319114531066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/1468017319114531066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/1468017319114531066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzuPpA9u84I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Smh8st-RN8I/s72-c/bart+snooze.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-912587619469413361</id><published>2007-11-12T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:19:59.681Z</updated><title type='text'>*Naive* Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzjQIyjDqhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KcxuXRKS7zY/s1600-h/sigh%21_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzjQIyjDqhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KcxuXRKS7zY/s320/sigh%21_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132080624815024658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sigh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bad few weeks. Ever since I join the -Landscape- group. Nothing seems to be going smoothly for me. Slog through the weekend trying to do some 'quality'  drawings/sketches. Then went to school today for tutorial to show it to my tutor. He called my drawings naive. Doesnt that sound 'nice' to hear. It was heart crushing.... I was asked to continue drawing and I cant even go onwards to the next part of the primer project. sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time after the criticism, i keep telling myself to bite on and continue, but im worried that my tolerance lining seems to be thinning fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good sleep and Let's pray that tomorrow will be a better day.  Yawnz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to me from tomorrow onwards! Hope everything runs smoothly... FingerX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIte,&lt;br /&gt;krissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-912587619469413361?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/912587619469413361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=912587619469413361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/912587619469413361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/912587619469413361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/naive-drawings.html' title='*Naive* Drawings'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzjQIyjDqhI/AAAAAAAAADs/KcxuXRKS7zY/s72-c/sigh%21_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-4122902154165514176</id><published>2007-11-10T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:57:33.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yawnz ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just woke up! Being able to sleep is sooo GOOD!!! I slept for about 12 hours? Ooooh! That should compensate the lack of hours through the week! So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally Sleeping!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-4122902154165514176?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/4122902154165514176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=4122902154165514176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4122902154165514176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/4122902154165514176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep!'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-9030342196461466874</id><published>2007-11-09T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:04:45.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Friends for LiFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends forever ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzQzIyjDqgI/AAAAAAAAADk/-iTzvOwPLTQ/s1600-h/Friends+4+Ever2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzQzIyjDqgI/AAAAAAAAADk/-iTzvOwPLTQ/s320/Friends+4+Ever2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130782101582621186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few weeks ago, I had a disagreement with a good buds of mine, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was over somethings he said that I find it terribly Hurtful. He in turn was angry with me for not facing the fact. But I have always known the truth and facts He probably didnt even know that I was angry with him till today. Partly maybe because, we have never really fight that badly and its always water under the bridge after a few hours or by the end of the day.  But this time round, I was really hurt. I told B about what happen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;, laugh at me and C are like a married couple. We fight over the most trival matters. I sometimes even cry after i fight with C. Ha! Something he probably didnt know either. I explained the real reason behind why I was so-so angry with C to B. There are things that I have never told anyone except my sister whom i confine some secrets to. There are stuffs where I do not want anyone to judge me and ONLY i can tell it to my sister, who have always been there for me. Anyway, B kinda understand why i was so angry n hurt by C. B also said that maybe I shldnt take C words so much into heart and should just ignore it. BUT it make me realised, Whatever C said. It matters. Cos he was always there for me. I take in every of his words.....  But B did said that I should let C knows why I am so angry. Perhaps he said those stuffs without scanning it and came out the wrong way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has always been there when I was down. I always trusted him with his taste and hang on to everything he said. I would be in agonized when C issnt around when I make a big purchase. His comments have always meant so much to me. More than my boyfriend whom was quite offended when I said, I dont trust his taste but I DO trust C's taste. C was the 1st person I call when I have a problems. Problems with home, family, r/s , things that happen in Singapore tat are so beyond my control and thing that happen in Singapore that I could only heard and listen to and not do anything about it. So -SO many things happen when I was away in UK this past 5 years-ish. Dad's Health, Dad's Business, I missed my sister's graduation. I missed the birth of my niece birth... so many so many. C, was always there with a listening ear when I called him. He would just put things aside when I called him through the phone brawling out like a baby. C would always be there when Im stuck at school work, stuck with the concept ideas and when I need someone to talk to , to give me a clearer mind of what and where i've done. BASICALLY, C HAS always there for me even till today, this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I msg C in desperation last night even though i was still angry with him. I  was Once again, stuck with a difficult moment of time with my Primer concept. C msg me back via MSN and even suggest me to call him. He is not in Singapore and he is willing to let me call his sg mobile phone to help me discuss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; work problem. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was shocked! &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I called C and he helped me through the problems by giving me lots of suggestions. There is so much things he gave that it made me have a clearer mind of where I should head to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I put down the phone, I realised I wasn't that angry with him anymore. I'm still unhappy about what happen then. But the anger has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;To C: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B told me to talk to you about this. And i think I should. Ermmm, U should know me more than enough that I never confront people in this kind of situation. If not, maybe alot of my friendship crisis and problem would be solve! ha!!! Anyway , Im hurt not because of what U think U can achieve and U think i should too! Im hurt because YOU of all people were there when I went through so much in order to achieve what U did but I failed. The agony of going through those stuff and not achieving it. I have god damn tried so hard, Sacrifice so much  but still  getting the same result.  Im angry WITH YOU because YOU were there for me when I was crying over it. You of all people should know how I felt when you try something so hard but yet stll fail. U were there for me during the whole path. BUT how could you forget and said I never really try ? How could You?? Really... that really hurts.  You were the one who lend me a shoulder to cry on when it happens. How could you forget about it. How could u.........???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that I treasure u so much as a friend. I hang on to every words u said. Not juz you. Yours and B. So whatever you guys said meant so much so much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, Its Nov. We should have a fresh start. Lets be friends again. And I would like to thank you for being there always for me.  Im truly grateful for it. I dont know what I have done to deserve a friend like you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B always said, people grow up and they change and friends starts to grow apart due to these changes. BUT ... I have always maintain that you two. B &amp;amp; C are the 2 friends I wanna grow old with. And you two are the people I want to be friends with forever. Things may change, people may change. But not our friendship. It is something which I have cherish it so much since 7-8 years ago (more than my Prada wallet u know).&lt;br /&gt;Knowing B n C in college life was the best thing that happen to me. You guys made me who I am today. Without B, I would not be on the way (mind u, still pratising so hard)  to a glamorizes tai tai lifestyle. .....Hahahaha.... Without C, I would not be addicted to Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its you guys who made Kris the way I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, You guys have to be responsible U know!!  Anyway, It is really my pleasure knowing u 2. You made my dayz in Singapore so much more enjoyable......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again and Frenz 4 ever! ?? !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7202670742696110696-9030342196461466874?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/9030342196461466874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=9030342196461466874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/9030342196461466874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/9030342196461466874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends-for-life.html' title='Friends for LiFE.'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzQzIyjDqgI/AAAAAAAAADk/-iTzvOwPLTQ/s72-c/Friends+4+Ever2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8920218245684527232</id><published>2007-11-08T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:19:43.665Z</updated><title type='text'>Cold &amp; Rainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Raining dayz R here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzNuJijDqfI/AAAAAAAAADc/0WQMXKScZWE/s1600-h/rainy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzNuJijDqfI/AAAAAAAAADc/0WQMXKScZWE/s320/rainy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130565510676851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ts Thursday and I should be hardworking doing my Work. Just got back from city centre a while ago. Just finish lunch and I shld get back to work. As i said, I was in the city centre. Went to post back the faulty USB phone. Ahhhh ha... I found a good way to call home the cheap way! abt S$0.04 per min! ahahhaa. So proud! But if internet is down, I'll be so-so DOWN! Did abit of shoppin and spent some money on things i shldnt but kinda need *grIn*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway. . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its cold, windy and raining outside. After the unusually good weather last few weeks, Cardiff@Wales have finally shown its true color today!!! The TRUE Welshy weather! Ah-hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, Wind is sooo strong that it knock my half open window OPEN. wahahha. SOund like its howling outside.. Spooky! kakakaka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Updates on my sleep: I am still not getting any good proper sleep. Getting grouchier each day for my lack of sleep... GrrrHHH.... Hmmmmm Do not Approach! Grrrr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AnyWoo, Im going bk to watch telly (me fav car show, Top Gear*) and whilst doing my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ta-ra-da for now. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DoodilyDOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xxx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Krissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P/s: Missing the 'SUN' , family n friends in Singapore! Sobz. Grouchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8920218245684527232?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8920218245684527232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8920218245684527232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8920218245684527232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8920218245684527232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/cold-rainy.html' title='Cold &amp; Rainy'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzNuJijDqfI/AAAAAAAAADc/0WQMXKScZWE/s72-c/rainy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7486005925900849309</id><published>2007-11-06T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:08:28.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Black EYE peaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO MY SLEEPing GODDess inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBMXfYv3wI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnKUNqQaqqg/s1600-h/233_panda+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 453px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBMXfYv3wI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnKUNqQaqqg/s320/233_panda+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129683942020996866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BlackEYEpeaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@ 3am on a Monday night/ Tuesday early Fooking Morning! Some BIaTCH was drunk !! Oh so please get a life. No one drinks on Monday... not since when I'm born. Why do the freshers so love to drink their weekdays n weekend away? Why cant they just be proper and be good and sleep early like most decent people do? and only drink on weekend? Hmmmmm ... I wonder what are the security guard for at the bottom of the flats.... Wake up and do UR Fu*King job and tame her down! Dotz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunkard BiAtch made such a ruckus that made me so make up my mind of putting a set of rotten eggs near the windows so I can throw it down at my own dispense. If only.... I so need my beauty sleep that seems to be diminished as time goes by. I'm turning into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANDA&lt;/span&gt; eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... Sleep ... How much I miss you. Do u have any idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-7486005925900849309?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7486005925900849309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7486005925900849309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7486005925900849309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7486005925900849309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-eye-peaz.html' title='Black EYE peaz'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBMXfYv3wI/AAAAAAAAADM/MnKUNqQaqqg/s72-c/233_panda+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-134326891430138401</id><published>2007-11-06T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:36:42.501Z</updated><title type='text'>Misery loves company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This blog is dedicated to : Doreen babe. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBDgfYv3vI/AAAAAAAAADE/KVHaS3Z_fPY/s1600-h/2-4-07+coletoon+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 292px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBDgfYv3vI/AAAAAAAAADE/KVHaS3Z_fPY/s320/2-4-07+coletoon+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674201035169522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Misery loves company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Misery loves company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Doreen darling.... Of course i check (it) OUt your blog once in a while. Was kinda surprised that someone actually read mine! wahahhaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently, the program is doing dissertation and also exploring the thesis topic which the process is named: Primer by the uni. My point: Dissertation and primer should never be done together. We got so tangled up in Primer end up with so-so-so little time to focus on dissertation. Maybe its just me getting old... Maybe my brain juices are just draining out slowly... Ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cant wait for Xmas break! I need to release my stress. Let us booze and Dance all night LONG when im back! wahahhahaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzA8XPYv3tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2L69G5Kl4Xs/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzA8XPYv3tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2L69G5Kl4Xs/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129666345539985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the trio clubberz go crazy once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe for once&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; get U &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drUNK !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(MUahhahahaa *evil Lauff*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, whats the mushy poems abt?? Muhahahahahaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DoodilyDOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;msKRISsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-134326891430138401?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/134326891430138401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=134326891430138401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/134326891430138401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/134326891430138401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery loves company'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RzBDgfYv3vI/AAAAAAAAADE/KVHaS3Z_fPY/s72-c/2-4-07+coletoon+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-8588773296606499208</id><published>2007-11-04T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:29:27.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3nsPYv3qI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTNGjTu5kmg/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3nsPYv3qI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTNGjTu5kmg/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129010297875455650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD TRIP !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3lyvYv3oI/AAAAAAAAACM/cA_90GtiBec/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3lyvYv3oI/AAAAAAAAACM/cA_90GtiBec/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129008210521349762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ONE OF THE PRETTY VAULTINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Road Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A was here for the weekend. He came and spend the weekend with me. It is really nice of him. We had chinese takeaway that friday night. The next day, we went on a road trip! to the city of Wells. He has accompany me to Wells for my dissertation research . Its a truly grand cathedral. SOOOOO beautiful! (Look at the picture abv) The vaultings in it... Woah!! Breathless! If im catholic or christian... I would want to be married there... so beautiful! wahhahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3nrvYv3pI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZtRFxsGP2yY/s1600-h/IMG_4406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3nrvYv3pI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZtRFxsGP2yY/s320/IMG_4406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129010289285521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interior of Wells Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway , I had a good time at Wells. Its a very pretty small city, or rather town. hmmmm. There was a day set up market in Wells, I end up spending near to 8dollar on a bottle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;APPLE JUICE&lt;/span&gt;... It better be good with that price!!!  Anyway .... Evening, A brought me to Tesco for grocery shopping... Ahhhh did i go crazy in there! wahhahaha... Anyway, got my 2 weeks supplies... i hope! kaakaaa.... also, this sat is Bonfire nite! we were hoping to catch some nice fireworks.. BUT i put my laksa trip in piority but only to turn out they wun serving Laksa that nite as its Match day.... the city definately went crazy... All restuarants were fully booked. we end up going to each restuarant we see and asked but only to end up having dinner at KFC.... Ahhh... how disappointing! HmmP!!!! And we missed the fireworks as well... hmmm, no big losss.... im not a fan for crowds anyway.... hehehhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday... back to work! Have to catch up with my paintings (hmmm.... shld I??) sketches.... (sianzzzz!!!) and maybe... some concept mind thinking... (hopefully, fingerX..) need to get some ideas out today! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till then... Thats all for this weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;DoodilyDoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-8588773296606499208?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/8588773296606499208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=8588773296606499208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8588773296606499208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/8588773296606499208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!!'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3nsPYv3qI/AAAAAAAAACc/cTNGjTu5kmg/s72-c/IMG_4386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-7853182652264189438</id><published>2007-11-01T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:55:24.856Z</updated><title type='text'>My 5 days affair in Snowdonia  ( ' _ ' )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3rVPYv3rI/AAAAAAAAACk/TxfCF2EWMzU/s1600-h/IMG_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3rVPYv3rI/AAAAAAAAACk/TxfCF2EWMzU/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129014300784975538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo-F_Yv3eI/AAAAAAAAABE/S3oCXfeRSC8/s1600-h/IMG_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo-F_Yv3eI/AAAAAAAAABE/S3oCXfeRSC8/s320/IMG_3931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127979398350233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just got back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a 5 days trip to Snowdonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Wales area. To be specific, I was in Dolgellau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Dolgellau is within the Snowdonia National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; area. The mountains, hills, lakes, quarry, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ests, many many more are totally breath-taking. The pictures/photos that I will upload later, you will see what i meant. Totally speechless kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I was there for 5 days for a Thesis development research. We went as a group, 9 of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. 3 girls and 6 guys. 3 guys drove us all up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Dolgellau. On the way there, it took about 4 hours. The ride there, was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The scenery on the way .... Wooooah! totally beautiful. The forests shows the story of weather. The change of colours from the trees. The same area, a few different kind of trees, a few different kind of colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, during the trip. Monday, We did some researched on the town, Dolgellau. Through our tutor, W. We met the conservation planners of the area and he brought us around explaining the brief history of the town, the area of the conservation site. Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;day night, we had beers and indian with the W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo-4PYv3gI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hquoe_drtT4/s1600-h/IMG_4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo-4PYv3gI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hquoe_drtT4/s320/IMG_4109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127980261638659586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday, one of the grp mate proposed to climb a mountain...I was all excited, all gear up.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when i reach there, 1/3 through the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; climb up. I decided to chicken out due to health reason.... BUT all was not loss, I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; some sketches and admire the scenery around me. Later, we went for a tea at a nearby bed n breakfast. Then, we headed home (hostel) for a rest. That night, one of the guy cook and we had a delicious dinner and after that was more beer n wine. Wednesday, a group of 5 of us went to explore the nearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; town. We went to an unuse slate quarry. It was quite a walk up but once we reach t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he middle of it. It was totally stunning. In the quarry site, there is a lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Surrounded by hills and hills of slates and also, ruins of the buildings that the people that used to stay there long long long time ago.... Spooky area BUT definately a LOOKER! THEN, after that we went to David Nash's gallery. earlier on, we had called him and his wife said that we are welcome to drop by. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; cant believe that we are heading to David Nash's gallery. David Nash is a sculptor. He specialised in Wood sculpture. When we reach the outside of the gallery, we were half expecting that someone who worked there will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo_3fYv3jI/AAAAAAAAABs/oi2DbLNbYY0/s1600-h/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ryo_3fYv3jI/AAAAAAAAABs/oi2DbLNbYY0/s320/IMG_4223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127981348265385522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; bring us around. Instead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;David Nash came and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;brought us around to explain to us about how his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; sculptures are done and where he get his wood, his ideas... blab blab blab.... etc. Anyway, it was good timing we were there with 3 guys. Cos, he just bought a new boiler so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;need some labour work. wahahhahaa... poor guys end up have to help his move out his old boiler and move in his new one. After that, he offered us tea and we have a chat before he brought us to his workshop where he work n dry his wood. It was really a good trip. No regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RypAdPYv3kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CL3Fsg_eZ8A/s1600-h/IMG_4310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 178px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RypAdPYv3kI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CL3Fsg_eZ8A/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127981996805447234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, Thursday came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and it was our time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mall town. Before we left North wales, we went to a gold n copper mine, a quarry which provide the stones for nearly all the building in Dolgellau. Also, we went to Barmouth, a seaside town at the north side. then it was  the trip back to Cardiff. Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;h.. the trip back was fun.... we were trying to chase up the other guy's car who had left 15mins earlier than our car and the risk of running low on petrol... ahahhahaa... All funny and All worrying because we were worried of being stranded on the carriageway in the valleys... ahahhaa..... BUT all worries were gone when we see a petrol kiosk! ahahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, Im back in Cardiff and back in my comfy room. So tired. Nearly every nite of beers n wine.... ahhhhahahaha.. Im not much of a drinker in UK... unless, Im back in Singapore with my clubbing friends (Grin).... bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t it was all good! And NO... I did not get drunk... NOT tat lousy anyway...... Ay, I cant be that bad rite? hehehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, back to reality. I have tons of things to catch up for my dissertation and will be meeting my thesis tutor on monday or tuesday... so have to get my research done! ARrgGGGhhhh! Thesis and Dissertation SHOULD NEVER be mix together at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; same time..... Ahhh...!!! More time needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall take a rest and tmr, Friday ... I shall start my engine and continue with my everlasting workload. Ahhh sianz. Saturday, I have to go to Wells to do research n sketches for my dissertation. Let's hope all things goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family n friends in Singapore... Cant wait for Xmas break to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ,&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RypDefYv3lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T9Zifdu8vTo/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 97px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/RypDefYv3lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T9Zifdu8vTo/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127985316815167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;p/s: Baby xinyue is competing in a baby contest this coming sat (3/11) @ Suntec. Ahhh, I hope all things go well for her and May she win the 'Most PRETTY baby girl" hehehehehee.... Good Luck XinYuE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya, XinYue..... Jia You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-7853182652264189438?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/7853182652264189438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=7853182652264189438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7853182652264189438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/7853182652264189438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-5-days-affair-in-snowdonia.html' title='My 5 days affair in Snowdonia  ( &apos; _ &apos; )'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp2.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Ry3rVPYv3rI/AAAAAAAAACk/TxfCF2EWMzU/s72-c/IMG_4124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-3673652832376173520</id><published>2007-10-28T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:33:10.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy week....&lt;br /&gt;Thesis, I have been assigned to the group ' Landascape'. Well, I was promised Cities as I was more interested in Urban space green space .... and during the interview/talk with the 2 year tutor, they did say. . . I seems to be drawn more towards CITIES. BUT YYYYY?? did they post me to LAndscape.... becos too many ppl in cities? (*&amp;amp;^%$ hell! kaOz! as usual... the school gave plenty of shitz. Anyway , maybe the good is, the tutor that is in charge of Landscape is the Year head. Stress! He is expecting alot of things. We are asked to go to Snowdonia for this coming week and im leaving later in the mid noon with my group mates to drive up to Snowdonia, Dolgellau. From pictures, it seems like a nice town. but plenty of ways to think how i shld 'create' n develope my landscape topic.... aH.... hope it all goes well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thesis is stressing me out. I dont seems to have much other time to be doing my dissertation. Arent this few weeks suppose to be focus on DISSERTATION.... well, at least it was stated in the Timetable given... sibeh sianz! I think the next few weeks will be so screw! Abt 3 more weeks to Dissertation 1st draft hand in and 1.5 mths to final draft submission...... sianz!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case to those who dont know yet. I am going home for Xmas. BUT.... due to dissertation commitment.... I guess i will be a bookworm, and perhaps even grounded by my mom to finish up my dissertation.... wahhahahaa..... I have to control myself ALOT. too much temptation in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;... My clubbing partner, Carmen is there..... My chilling out peeps, Jared n Mac Mac , Andrea n Doreen...etc and My prata gangz..... wahahhahaa... TOo many things to do!!!!! I missed the Sun... Missed the love there and the people there. So, to those whom I was unable to meet up each time Im home. So sorry.... too many things to do, too many peeps to meet and Time needed for ownself... ME time! ahhahahaha... so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I looking forward to my trip home.... Cant wait to see my love ones.... Sianz... sister birthday on the 16th Dec. I hope she better get her wish list done soon! ahhahaha... And to those who wants me to help them buy things back... please let me know.... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to run... wwahahahaha... who am i kidding! I dont run! kkaaakaakakaa.....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing 'u' and everyone in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7202670742696110696-3673652832376173520?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3673652832376173520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3673652832376173520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3673652832376173520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3673652832376173520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah.html' title='Busy busy week....'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-3448284641480178821</id><published>2007-10-24T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:46:48.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.R.E.D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tired....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Hamburg on Monday. It was a good trip... chinese feast every nite... NEVER understand my dad... he travel all the way to Europe and he is still willing to spend that ridiculous price for a chinese meal.... its totally crazy! Anyway, Im not complaining much cos it was my 1st chinese meal since i got back to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnyHOOOO...... ALL hell broke loose when i arrive at Cardiff. Tuesday, i met up with my thesis group for a brief short meeting.. . . . i did a little preparation as i was given the topic i was told to researched on monday mid noon. but... WoooaH... the amount of news i was given on Tuesday morn... My, My! Turns out, being in the landscape group. I got the 'head of year' as my thesis tutor... also, I am going to Snowdonia on Sunday evening till Thursday afternoon... From Cardiff to Snowdonia will take roughly about 4 hours? goood god! anyway, SNOWDONIA is a well known landscape wowing area. Its really crazy cold up there... wonder if i'll get to see any snow cap! wahahhahahahah...... Hope my camera will get lots of nice shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Last week i had trouble sleeping... I want to sleep so much but my body is not willing to sleep... INSOMMIA! BUT this week. sigh. . . . my body and I want to sleep so much. BUT, the time and work dont allow me to get much sleep! While i was away in Hamburg, I only got like 4hrs sleep each night because, I was catching up with my sister. While at home, we each have our own room. We never talk much before we sleep. Only the occasionally bitching and catching up and we're off to our own room to do our own stuff BUT .... catching up before we sleep together in the same room, woooah... can we talk! wahahhahahaa.....! Anyway, it was really really good to see my sister at Hamburg. We did little shopping but had some fun... Anyway, poor her for not having much deserve fun she should have cos its her 1st time in Germany and Milan. BUT, she didnt have a chance to do any shopping in Milan, cos my parents n her were staying in an outskirt hotel! 2hrs plus away from Milan city. There goes her chance of crazy shopping... Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better get back to work. Need to get some work for my pin up on Friday. Too much work, too little time..... Thesis is taking up way too much time... There dont seems to be any much quality time for me and my dissertation. ARgh!!!!.... and to think, it was suppose to be concentrating more on our dissertation this sem! Kaoz!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Rx-guK17bAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eb3d2dYLyE4/s1600-h/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Rx-guK17bAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eb3d2dYLyE4/s320/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124991616015887362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this crazy hours and weather and none existing sleep is making my pimples pop! BAD complexion!! That shouldnt be happening when I am in cold cold UK! it is suppose to be good complexion! Ggggrrrrr! and I feel fat fat fat! whats new! kaoz.... (LOOK AT ME!!!!!........... I look HORRIBLE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Till then...Ciao ciao...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Krissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I so feel like doing some crazy major shopping... how about that LV speedy bag i was aiming.... hmmmmm*ponder*.&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/7202670742696110696-3448284641480178821?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/3448284641480178821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=3448284641480178821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3448284641480178821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/3448284641480178821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired.html' title='T.I.R.E.D!'/><author><name>mskris</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://bp0.blogger.com/_kNaFmDmEACk/Rx-guK17bAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Eb3d2dYLyE4/s72-c/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202670742696110696.post-6050813748282586454</id><published>2007-10-17T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:51:34.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insommia, Floating ard..... Blur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/10 (Monday ) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my Dissertation tutor. . . . Handed in my dissertation contents page last Friday and we talked about the contents and he recommend  a few more cathedrals  around Cardiff that I can go to.  Everything is  okie... Just that I need to read up more and faster.. Arwww... Sianz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/10 (Tuesday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my primer interview today. It was to chat up with the Year Tutors for them to let them know what topics I am interested in. I choose the theme: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cities&lt;/span&gt;. Borrowed a few books to see what I can do ... Green space in Cities is what Im interested in... Now, I have to decide what method Im using to explore my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Green space in Cities'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/10 (Wednesday): (TODAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, after the last few days of not enough sleep. I finally had abt 9 hrs sleep. Shld be quite enough for it... But somehow, even after i bath to get ready to go school. I still find myself all groggy walking to school, in school and way back from home... I felt like I was floating around....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today what happen was I went to Uni for a Primer brief then, the uni House's artist showed us a few things that she had done... pottery.. Something she is very interested in... and Oh! egg shape too.... I like the Pottery idea.... I missed the time when we were throwing clay in pottery class in Lasalle... Awww, those were the days.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/10 (Thursday) *which hasn't happen yet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to do Laundry in the morning and early afternoon, go down to Llandaff Cathedral den evening.... come home... pack up and sleep early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/10 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOohhh .... Ive a flight to catch!! Meeting my parents and sister at Hamburg. Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20/10 (Sat) - 22/10 (Monday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat- Monday , I'll still be in Hamburg.... and the percentage of me not updating my blog for the next 1 week to 2weeks is very high... Cos, since young, I never have the habit of keeping a diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda glad that I never have the habit of keeping diarys.... Once something bad happen... police has the rights to read thru the diaryz.... hahahahahahaa... not like Im planning to do anything bad.. BUT the thoughts of anybody being able to access to the thing one thinks is the most personal processive... Yuck... its suckz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooo, Im back to watching HOUSE and reading or rather pictures for precedents for my thesis.... Tutorials on next Monday or Tues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta, See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6050813748282586454?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6050813748282586454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6050813748282586454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6050813748282586454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6050813748282586454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/10/decisions.html' title='Insommia, Floating ard..... Blur!'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-6785981621898480470</id><published>2007-10-02T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:05:28.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girls dont cry . ..</title><content type='html'>School officially starts with a BANG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we went to Copenhagen to analysis our new site. It was really a tiring trip . We have to walk everywhere... well, nearly... BUT tiring enuff kind. Yawnz! Den . . . .  when i return from Copenhagen on friday nite. Flight to go back to Stansted , London was schedule at 1700 (copenhagen timing) was delayed for about 1 hr. Den by the time we reach back to Stansted, UK. We miss our 1900 coach. We missed it by 5 mins! Darn! Anyway, the next coach was 1940 and we (finger cross) were betting our hopes that we'll be able to make it to the connecting coach @ victoria station at London central..... at 2130... which by the way, the 1940coach shld reach abt 2120 giving us only 10mins of jamming time... kaoz. Anyway, long story cut short. . . ..  we made it. ..  . Happily hope on the coach back to Cardiff , only to find a hyper bus driver.. telling us his driving experience and hearing his on speaker mode on his mobile phone all the time... *Pengz* Turns out, theres a major spillage at the 16-18 exit of M4 motor way . .. . double sian. We were schedule to reach Cardiff at 0025. We only end up reaching there at 0135... I reached back to my room around 0200. Yawnz... Luckily i grab a few winks on the coach and plane.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week we are suppose to get most of our copenhagen analaysing trip by this week and with a proposal and a model for next week critic.  SUPER SIANZ...... 500pound for something that only worth 2 weeks work ..... maybe a lifetime experience.... wahhahaa.. WHO am i Kidding!!!! Muahahahahha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like the previous blog i published, the important words i think its worth something in my head...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girls dont cry....&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;The path im walking, I must go alone.&lt;br /&gt;Its personal... myself and I. &lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, back to work. Till then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;mskrissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-6785981621898480470?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/6785981621898480470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=6785981621898480470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6785981621898480470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/6785981621898480470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-girls-dont-cry_02.html' title='Big girls dont cry . ..'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-2735247487199774992</id><published>2007-10-02T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:06:45.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girls dont cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big girls dont cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7202670742696110696-2735247487199774992?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/2735247487199774992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=2735247487199774992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2735247487199774992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/2735247487199774992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big girls dont cry'/><author><name>mskris</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-7202670742696110696.post-5889539619235929386</id><published>2007-09-23T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:55:40.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New semester , new blog space to mark my journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New school term, new blog space to mark the next excruciating 1 year . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 week of unpacking and trying hard to settle down. I have finally unpacked and ready to charge.... hmmm am i really ?? Maybe not.... Anyway, the year timetable is out. Its going to be a crazy year. With an average of 1 crit per month... I think when I go back to Singapore in July. My hair will be all WHITE!!! Also, the dissertation draft is due 15Oct .... Its all hell break loose... Sibah sian...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i promised Doreen that I will try to update my blog to show if im still alive in UK... so to avoid confusing on which website to choose, msn or friendster. I decided to make a new one to mark a new year....... a new crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the archi school sure know how to start a new term with a BANG.... next week, 24/09-28/09, the whole 5th year are going to Copenhagen. Sponsership of 50pound from the uni..... Yuck... it dont even cover half the airfare let less say the hotel... sobz. 100pound on the airfare (both ways), alloz.. budget airline... BUt still so X. 120pound on hotel...... a hostel somemore. Then, 250pound for spending $$. You see, Copenhagen is a very Xpensive city. I asked friends that have been there before and one actually said that i should try set aside 100pound a day... that will be 500pound!!! 500pound! for spending $$ thats crazy.... i can go home with that amt!!!! Kaoz! Also, while we're at kobehaven, we have to the Institute for study abroad for 2 tutorials on 2 different evening while being there.... sianz..... That is such a turn OFF! Can't we just relax before all hell break loose after copenhagen trip....! sobz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we may drop by swenden for a day trip since Malmo, Swenden is only about 1 hr train ride away from Copenhagen.... Think we might be able to see one of Calavatra's master pieces... Can't Wait... Getting excited already......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all these unpacking... Im back to packing for Copenhagen....&lt;br /&gt;the land of viking....... Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;krissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i miss my family so so much.... hopefully timetable allows me to meet up with my parents n sister in either germany or milan.... fingerX.... Yawnz :-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202670742696110696-5889539619235929386?l=mskrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/feeds/5889539619235929386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202670742696110696&amp;postID=5889539619235929386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5889539619235929386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202670742696110696/posts/default/5889539619235929386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskrissy.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-semester-new-blog-space-to-mark-my.html' title='New semester , new blog space to mark my journey'/><author><name>mskris</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
