<?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-14177696</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:24:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1306</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1738546838937302375</id><published>2008-06-14T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:43:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday 13th!</title><content type='html'>SPOTTED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 10 gorging on Friday night's buffet spread at The Straits Kitchen of Hyatt Hotel. Looks like BirthdayBoi had more than he can chew after a head-turning performance by the waitressing ensemble.  Spotted: BirthdayBoi and gang continuing their convos over to the tcc in Changi Airport. Better watch out on those calories BirthdayBoi! 19, single: Independent or hopeless?  Time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Sista90 for the exclusive pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SFLN5rYPYFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HomzDbJGUBo/s1600-h/DSCF1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SFLN5rYPYFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HomzDbJGUBo/s320/DSCF1365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211454109601718354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SFLN6b4miNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/g0gp4dnwnAI/s1600-h/DSCF1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SFLN6b4miNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/g0gp4dnwnAI/s320/DSCF1374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211454122622355666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. You know you love me...&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1738546838937302375?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1738546838937302375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1738546838937302375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1738546838937302375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1738546838937302375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday-13th.html' title='It&apos;s Friday 13th!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/SFLN5rYPYFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HomzDbJGUBo/s72-c/DSCF1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-195317786343161826</id><published>2008-06-01T11:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:00:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says money can't buy happiness?</title><content type='html'>Hello citizens. It's that time of the year again. Get ready your walking Prada pairs and load up on the cash and Daddy's credit cards. With the Great Singapore Sale ongoing, anybody who's anybody in Singapore is swarming the streets of Orchard Road. It's been a hell of a weekend for me. Too many hommies to meet, too little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I caught up with DJ Qash; chatted at tcc (the coffee connoiseur) of Dhoby Ghaut. So, the Fruity Concerto ($4.90), an adequate combination of mango jelly, vanilla ice cream and yam-filled mini wraps, was rather disappointing, however do try the Glam Granny Joyce Apple Tart ($6) , which ingeniously fuses the sourness of the apples, the sweetness of vanilla ice cream and the crunch of the tart base into a dish that revitalizes the senses and palate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIowLBg5pI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aTdZxgESWJs/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIowLBg5pI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aTdZxgESWJs/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206768927251687058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Kings and I braved the shopping frenzies (and torrential rain) along Orchard Road. To escape the army of fashionista wannabes, we settled at The Marmalade Pantry inside Palais Renaissance. The grand ambience (and more importantly the silence) makes it a great place to escape the crowds; relaxing the mind and sore soles while refueling on smoothies and glamorous desserts. Try their highly infamous dessert dish, the Sticky Date Toffee Pudding ($12) served with homemade vanilla ice cream and nuttella cupcakes. They are to die for. The pudding is an orgasmic explosion; a highly delectable contrast of the warm, soft and fluffy, caramel-flavored interior, with the smooth velvety natural vanilla ice cream. The serving of the brownie cheesecake ($8.50) was monstrous. Though the cream cheese layer was rather creamy, there was the unsatisfactory inadequate brownie layer and paper-thin crust base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIow7Bg5qI/AAAAAAAAAww/auozt-MRUkQ/s1600-h/DSCF1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIow7Bg5qI/AAAAAAAAAww/auozt-MRUkQ/s320/DSCF1237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206768940136588962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxLBg5rI/AAAAAAAAAw4/d6RYFiZwuD8/s1600-h/DSCF1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxLBg5rI/AAAAAAAAAw4/d6RYFiZwuD8/s320/DSCF1238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206768944431556274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxLBg5sI/AAAAAAAAAxA/c8jqdrx-Ufg/s1600-h/DSCF1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxLBg5sI/AAAAAAAAAxA/c8jqdrx-Ufg/s320/DSCF1243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206768944431556290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great place to escape the crowds is the Level 5 restaurants of Ngee Ann City. While the craziness ensues below, the level is calmer, allowing friends and family to catch up. Breeks Cafe, an American-themed Halal diner, became the venue of my BMT bunkmates reunion. While the food is not exactly top-notched, the mid-range priced servings are large in proportions. For a light snacking, share the Safari Food Platter ($14.90) - a satisfying serve of fried calamari, fried shrimps, waffle fries and buffalo wings. Relax over a tall glass of smoothie specialty and simply catch up and relax before resuming your sartorial mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxbBg5tI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QKgls6eb_xA/s1600-h/DSCF1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIoxbBg5tI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QKgls6eb_xA/s320/DSCF1252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206768948726523602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpX7Bg5uI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1QhNqdqE504/s1600-h/DSCF1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpX7Bg5uI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1QhNqdqE504/s320/DSCF1260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206769610151487202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYLBg5vI/AAAAAAAAAxY/L7ml_KyVYjU/s1600-h/DSCF1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYLBg5vI/AAAAAAAAAxY/L7ml_KyVYjU/s320/DSCF1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206769614446454514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better way to retire than at the movies. Self-proclaimed fashionistas, Sex and the City the movies is a must-see flick of the summer. Gaze and drool over the kaleidoscope of label lines from Louis Vutton to Manolo Blanc featured in the film. For history buffs, enjoy a relaxing evening at the Cathay Picturehouse featuring The Black Book. The plot - a surviving Jew woman of a Nazi attack which killed her entire family, joins a group of Dutch rebellions as a mata hari spy to sabotage the Nazi's operations and get even with the murderous Nazi officer. For those with kids, the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, is a great family flick; returning the Penvensie children to the lands of Narnia to help the rightful heir Prince Caspian regain his throne from the all so evil King Miraz and restore the magic and hope to the Narnians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqPrBg5yI/AAAAAAAAAxw/X0UOFFC-fk0/s1600-h/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqPrBg5yI/AAAAAAAAAxw/X0UOFFC-fk0/s200/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206770567929194274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqP7Bg5zI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UtDZnP2bylc/s1600-h/black-book-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqP7Bg5zI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UtDZnP2bylc/s200/black-book-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206770572224161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqQLBg50I/AAAAAAAAAyA/Ky0l_so3fuE/s1600-h/_1190136339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIqQLBg50I/AAAAAAAAAyA/Ky0l_so3fuE/s200/_1190136339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206770576519128898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbers, you know where to go for great live music don't you? Take a walk up Orchard Road and to the Hard Rock Cafe for a night with live bands and drinks. You can grab a bite up till 11pm or bask in the company of friends and friendly waiters. Enter early to enjoy the band music and avoid crazy antics after midnight. Closes at 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYLBg5wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1ERuFWRfge4/s1600-h/DSCF1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYLBg5wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1ERuFWRfge4/s320/DSCF1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206769614446454530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYbBg5xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/um8EcDnzGfo/s1600-h/DSCF1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIpYbBg5xI/AAAAAAAAAxo/um8EcDnzGfo/s320/DSCF1268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206769618741421842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Get out of the house now! I know I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-195317786343161826?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/195317786343161826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=195317786343161826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/195317786343161826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/195317786343161826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-says-money-cant-buy-happiness.html' title='Who says money can&apos;t buy happiness?'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/SEIowLBg5pI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aTdZxgESWJs/s72-c/DSC00589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-7748008346740885727</id><published>2008-05-17T06:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:31:40.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Mac's</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKNxGG4V-o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKNxGG4V-o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this on a Saturday morning at 5 am without sleep. Got my coffee, my bagel, and my Mac. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the last week training as a military policeman approaching, many people are being completely sentimental, that is with regards to their next postings. Better pray hard pals. As for me, I go through the motions, hoping that the next year (wherever it may be) passes by swiftly; with me unscathed unchanged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet alot of things are running through everyone's minds now, with their university applications, boy-girl troubles, jobs aka slavery and yada yada yada, which leaves us no time to actually connect with the rest of the world. For those who haven't become worldly at all by now, remember the clock's ticking. Tick tock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in camp, however, prohibits me from doing so. Thank goodness for the divine creation of YouTube, I get access to latest music videos, plain weird footage and catch up with American Idol 7. If you ask me, both Davids have potential. Is it just me, but is Archuletta getting a bit boring? Can Archuletta finally get off the dark horse and sweep America off her feet, or will he crash and burn? Time will tell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I hope you all had a blast with your moms last weekend. My family sure did. Don't worry, I wasn't going to get the divine likes of the Carousel restaurant and Muthu Curry goodies get in the way of my no-food diet. Gee, anorexic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SC4JWBVGByI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_o3QWROaggE/s1600-h/DSCF1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SC4JWBVGByI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_o3QWROaggE/s320/DSCF1194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104893578184482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SC4JWhVGBzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/IPfAOQSwmHQ/s1600-h/DSCF1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SC4JWhVGBzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/IPfAOQSwmHQ/s320/DSCF1224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104902168119090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-7748008346740885727?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7748008346740885727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7748008346740885727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7748008346740885727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7748008346740885727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/05/breakfast-at-macs.html' title='Breakfast at Mac&apos;s'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/SC4JWBVGByI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_o3QWROaggE/s72-c/DSCF1194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-6594384289011662843</id><published>2008-05-02T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:35:56.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your Blue Jeans On</title><content type='html'>The '90s to me was the best era of all in the media industry, because not only did I grow up in it, but also because of the rapid transition from the retro 70's and 80's disco era. The 90's was the time which sparked the "Pop" genre, skyrocketing talented artistes such as Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey and many other famous (and still famous) singers. And who can forget the boybands, girls? From BSB to Take That, these boyband nerds charm their way to the top of the charts with hit singles that girls (and boys)  just can't stop chanting over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we honour the best and glory of the 90's music and television series and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how Britney was actually "that innocent"? Here's my first favourite song ever as a kid by my very first idol - Sometimes by Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bowS9uAECXc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bowS9uAECXc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ladies, you actually fell in love with this.... Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR986p-aiKw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VR986p-aiKw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BackStreetBoys - Everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have my cheesy phases, guess who's in love with Charmed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-r8Fh3oX-pU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-r8Fh3oX-pU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love this song to death. Here's Leann Rimes' I Need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rU3BX36uQPM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rU3BX36uQPM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - My All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SvA90J-YqM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SvA90J-YqM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could forget our favourite daytime television? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_sHqBykY3A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_sHqBykY3A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder whether Vanna still has that dress, and if Pat still has that wig on. Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-6594384289011662843?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/6594384289011662843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=6594384289011662843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6594384289011662843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6594384289011662843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/05/90s-to-me-was-best-era-of-all-in-media.html' title='Put your Blue Jeans On'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-5999471075285571406</id><published>2008-04-30T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:10:48.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful (Fucking Unfair) World</title><content type='html'>Well surprise surprise I'm down with the bug once again. Being home-bound (and bed-bound) can really be depressing. Food tastes like ash, bladder's leaking non-stop and not to mention those crazy pills really pack a knock-out punch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on that high bitchy mode this whole week. It really drives me fucking crazy when some certain people don't take responsibility for their own selves, constantly assuming there are people to back them up all the time. Grow some balls damn it and stand up on your bloody feet. I totally hate it when people USE me, thinking I'm a Goddamn pushover who does everything for everyone. Well, guess fucking again! I'm not your fucking valet or your fucking waiter nor your fucking mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's most certainly unfair that these people always get whatever they want. It's either they're too freaking rich or too freaking smart for their own good, so much so that they're EXCUSED from the chores of the real world. You know what I'm talking about -those spoilt rich mama's boys and those elite school students, who think they're so superior to others, when they couldn't possibly tell the difference between laundry detergent and bleach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Do you think it's goddamn fair that an elite school student who studies two weeks before his A's get 4 A's? (while the rest of us study like mad for weeks and weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-5999471075285571406?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/5999471075285571406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=5999471075285571406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5999471075285571406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5999471075285571406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-wonderful-fucking-unfair-world.html' title='What a Wonderful (Fucking Unfair) World'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-1086919723455081975</id><published>2008-04-20T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:52:30.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Now?</title><content type='html'>It seems like my life is pretty much stable now, so I guess alot of things are running through my mind, especially when days pass slowly in camp. They're mostly about my future. It seemed almost a few months ago, I was so confused what I want to be when I graduate. My mind's pretty made up now and I'm determined to get what I want. So this is my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going into the tourism and hospitality management industry. It's all obvious why it totally fits me. I love to organize events, cook and most importantly, I believe in making people happy with outstanding services. It's all important to be doing a job you know you'll love for the rest of your life. But first, competence must be gotten through education. So, here's my plan: get a degree in management, then move on to courses in tourism and hospitality management, and finally sharpen my cooking skills through culinary school. That's my ambition, that's something I will have to see it through, that's how I want my life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend movie 1: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Starring Hayden Christensen, Jessica Alba.&lt;/span&gt; Rating: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Weekend movie 2: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Starring Scarlett Johanssen, Natalie Portman, Eric Bana&lt;/span&gt;Rating: 4/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1086919723455081975?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1086919723455081975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1086919723455081975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1086919723455081975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1086919723455081975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/04/which-way-now.html' title='Which Way Now?'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-2122380445289291907</id><published>2008-04-12T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:40:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares What I do on Weekends?</title><content type='html'>Life is really short and you've got to spend every minute of it being with the ones you care about. Whatever the future may be, one must really keep oneself grounded to the fact that the most important thing in life is spending quality time with family and friends all around you. But, enough with this Gandhi crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the military police training school has been quite pleasant. Cool people, cool schedules, cool vending machine breaks. You just have to be there to get that last one. But, all in all, I have faith that my stay for the next 6-7 weeks there might just be pleasant after all. Here's hoping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitive minds want to know what I'm doing over weekends. So, here's where I stand so far. So last night was supposed to be this massive dinner for the whole S06 class, but turning up rate was 1/3 the size. Couldn't say that it wasn't expected though, seeing how past records have shown it is an impossible task getting everyone together these days. But that's just how it is these days, everyone seem to move on from time to time, behaviours and appearances change. But thank God, you just know that some friends are to stay. Here's us at Secret Recipe in Changi Airport Terminal 3 bingeing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SAAfAAy47zI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SEMna4hxjIU/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/SAAfAAy47zI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SEMna4hxjIU/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188180855804718898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend is expectedly samo samo. Movies and dinner with parents, Grandma visits and retail therapy. I'm just glad to be home seeing my family again. In the meantime, I've developed this YouTube addiction watching music vids and movies. I've just completed watching (for the 10th time) The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I just love watching these movies with depth. It's so beyond the typical bgr or backstabbing bimbotic genres that seem to flood teenage dramas these days. Note: xoxo. JK, maybe. But here's a trailer on the upcoming sequel; can't wait for its release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5LmHty6YEo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5LmHty6YEo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. You know you love me. xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-2122380445289291907?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/2122380445289291907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=2122380445289291907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/2122380445289291907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/2122380445289291907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-cares-what-i-do-on-weekends.html' title='Who Cares What I do on Weekends?'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/SAAfAAy47zI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SEMna4hxjIU/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-6509173140836331245</id><published>2008-03-23T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:59:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on, we remember...</title><content type='html'>Upon my best friend's request to update this awesome blog, I shall ever be so obliged to fulfil that request in lieu of the last day of my block leave, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two fruitful (importantly restful) lengthy weeks since I completed my BMT phase. Though I had my doubts of being able to survive in such rough conditions, I however did. I've experienced many new things over the past three months, which if I hadn't gone to the army, would have never gone through in actual life. Sleeping in a self-dug pit with crawling centipedes, marching long distances with field pack, rifle, vest and helmet, bathing nude in the forests of Tekong.... ok, stops there. But the most wonderful thing I've experienced was the camaraderie, the spirit of brotherhood amongst the other guys in my platoon, as well as my commanders. On your POP day, one cannot help but reflect upon one's emotions - how hatred and agony at the start could turn to sentiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that everything would turn chaotic on POP day itself, so much so that people would not be able to part properly. So, on the 17th March, I organised/conducted a BBQ at a rented bungalow over at the National Service Resort and Country Club in Changi. It was an All-American menu which the guys felt comfortable with. Apart from the BBQ goodies like chicken, tenderloins, we also had BBQ burger and hotdogs, ample classic fries, crunchy calamari rings, mini puffs and more. For desserts, I catered from Delifrance and Coffee Bean some mini eclairs, a set box of Singapore delights and muffins, and variety of ice cream. I must admit, I did kind of overdone myself with this party, but it was really worthwhile since everyone had a blast at the party! Even me, who's stuck at the kitchen and making sure things are in order. Don't get me wrong, I really do like doing these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVdi6e7fI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GKWXN0E16xs/s1600-h/DSCF1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVdi6e7fI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GKWXN0E16xs/s320/DSCF1103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180781649924648434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVei6e7gI/AAAAAAAAAvE/enJErEnkG58/s1600-h/DSCF1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVei6e7gI/AAAAAAAAAvE/enJErEnkG58/s320/DSCF1115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180781667104517634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVgC6e7hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SbL9cydifJA/s1600-h/DSCF1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVgC6e7hI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SbL9cydifJA/s320/DSCF1128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180781692874321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVgy6e7iI/AAAAAAAAAvU/d7SeqRAe9oU/s1600-h/DSCF1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVgy6e7iI/AAAAAAAAAvU/d7SeqRAe9oU/s320/DSCF1131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180781705759223330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVhi6e7jI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qVRm8nEYzoc/s1600-h/DSCF1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVhi6e7jI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qVRm8nEYzoc/s320/DSCF1117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180781718644125234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating period is indeed a time that overwhelms with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Sadness, leaving your friends behind, nostalgia, reliving the past experiences, pride, of accomplishing one's goals, anxiety, choosing the courses and of questioning one's ability to move on to the next phase in life. This month was a double dosage for us all, due to the release of the A levels and the POP. But, all I have to say is....bring the future on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. By the way, I'm posted to Mowbry Camp training to be a MILITARY POLICEMAN!! I'll keep you guys updated whether training's hell or whatever. So till next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-6509173140836331245?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/6509173140836331245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=6509173140836331245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6509173140836331245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6509173140836331245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-we-go-on-we-remember.html' title='As we go on, we remember...'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/R-XVdi6e7fI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GKWXN0E16xs/s72-c/DSCF1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-5915818339183590288</id><published>2008-02-22T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:52:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Ranting Is In Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your PMS Disaster Level: High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapmsdisasterquiz/pms-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a PMS disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you're only scary a few days of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapmsdisasterquiz/"&gt;Are You a PMS Disaster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so get the fuckin' hell outta my way man! Especially since I'm like sick like shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relli gettin bored stayin at home. Rather be at camp instead cause I have this 16 km route march. You can't imagine how freakin irritating being sick is for me. My nostrils are expelling gooey fluids, body aching everywhere, blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey so I'm gonna rant about some movies I've seen quite recently. For those people who are excitedly planning to watch 'Jumper' this weekend, PUH-LEASE FUCKING RECONSIDER!!!! It BLOWS big time! Aside from the very much "Oscar-award-winning" acting by all the characters (especially hottie Rachel Bilson), if you wanna know the plot of the movie, go to youtube and watch the trailers. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets move on with P.S I Love You. It's cool and all. It kinda grows on you. Perfect V day movie. Love the soundtrack a lot. But you know how it is. A great novel turned commercialized chick flick, very much undertoned from its actual book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R76zO60MF4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Mj3nboPZsR0/s1600-h/JunoPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R76zO60MF4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Mj3nboPZsR0/s200/JunoPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169766491155601282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juno is a definite must see. Ellen Page's character is totally awesome and her carefree and whateva attitude is just so groovy. But when you eventually see the guy who got her knocked up, you'll start to imagine how the hell he did it. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just so ya'll know. My POP is in 2 weeks!! Yay! But it's bloody sad leaving behind my hommies at Tekong lah. Kinda gonna miss the commanders too lah. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I miss these guys... hey cute asses when are we rendevous-ing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R763cq0MF6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/tisddTep5XA/s1600-h/1333204125_d875860656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R763cq0MF6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/tisddTep5XA/s320/1333204125_d875860656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169771125425313698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-5915818339183590288?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/5915818339183590288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=5915818339183590288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5915818339183590288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5915818339183590288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-ranting-is-in-order.html' title='Sick Ranting Is In Order'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/R76zO60MF4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/Mj3nboPZsR0/s72-c/JunoPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-8595051806597605646</id><published>2008-02-21T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:57:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enraged</title><content type='html'>Why have my feelings of love turned into wrath?&lt;br /&gt;I have no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I act the way I do around them?&lt;br /&gt;There must be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I changed into this stranger with no feelings?&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I've been treating my family lately. Ever since I've enlisted, I've grown temperamental and angry at everyone and at everything. Friends, peers may not see this aggression, but trust me, the fire's raging on the inside, waiting to be unleashed whenever I reach home to my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole three months have changed me, physically and emotionally. Whatever happened to the boy who cared about everybody? Now, all I care about is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be selfish, cruel and angry. But sometimes it infuriates me when people make use of me. I hate it when people do not commit to an outing or say that they'll be there and they're not. I abhor people who wants to be the center of attraction. It drives me crazy when my parents rant about the family matter, brandishing away joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel happy, overjoyed and loved. Three years since I lost my flabs and yet I still feel all alone 24/7. I guess we all ultimately are. I just have to live with that. And I have to pursuit that happiness on my own. But first, I pray to God to remove my rage and fury, before I turn into the creature I had once promised not to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-8595051806597605646?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/8595051806597605646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=8595051806597605646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8595051806597605646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8595051806597605646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/02/enraged.html' title='Enraged'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-5243759064723018746</id><published>2008-01-05T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:35:20.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither bent nor broken... but very much Changed</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I'd like to wish everyone a blessed, fresh start to the New Year! I have to say this new year's been one fillled with wishes, hopes and contemplation as I work my way through the so far 3 weeks in the army. Honestly, it really felt like 3 months had passed rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to disclose information about the camp. But I can enlighten those concerned for my being with some personal comments. I am doing fine in camp. No complaints about my bunkmates or platoonmates cause I think we all rock in our own way. But most importantly, it is the bond and camaraderie that we foster and share that makes every push up count and strenous running less painful and definitely more enjoyable. It has been quite a culture shock, especially for a weakling like me, but thankfully I have the support of my wonderful family and friends to aid me through this tough times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending time out every time there's the opportunity to book out. People have been advising me to sleep and rest it out, but to me, I think going out and living in the moment is the best way to unwind after about a week in Pulau Tekong.  As for me, I have been crazily watching movies, from the thrilling adventures of National Treasure: Book of Secrets to the very much dialogue-driven Michael Clayton, you name it, I've watched it. (Laughs) Otherwise, I am off to somewhere either to eat, shop and overindulge. But, it's bookout time, so it's my freedom, my choices, my very short-lived euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister returned from the States on the 2nd after her graduation in Oklahama and I'm so glad to see her after one-month MIA. Congrats to her for being the first grad in the family! Make room for the second, muah! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's a very much quick update of my life. Boring much? HAHA. So, if you're so happen to pass Pasir Ris Interchange and you see a lot of brother recruits, please keep a lookout for this lost soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-5243759064723018746?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/5243759064723018746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=5243759064723018746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5243759064723018746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5243759064723018746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2008/01/neither-bent-nor-broken-but-very-much.html' title='Neither bent nor broken... but very much Changed'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-7027679976026808694</id><published>2007-12-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:04:03.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last...</title><content type='html'>You can't stop the beat! And they can't take away my identity, no matter what, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I countdown the hours leading to complete incarceration (that's what I call it), overpowering emotions surge within my heart - despair, anxiety, anger and pain. Though I may look calm and composed on the outside, I'm freaking out on the inside and it's slowly eating away the euphoria graduating from JC. It's not only the fact that I'm enlisted, but also the fact that I'm going to be missing the people I love, my family, my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History has proven I ain't a socialite, but nonetheless, I have never parted (or liked being parted) from the ones I cherish the most. I guess being with my family and friends gives me a sense of purpose in my life. Plus, I abhor changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, as they've always said, 'as one door closes, another one opens'. Maybe it is time. Time to forge new friendships, to stand on my own two feet. But as we move on to another phase in our lives, never forget the people that have been around for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my family for all the blessings and love.  To my friends, stay strong, and keep in contact always! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long and farewell. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni6H_9Y1ciQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ni6H_9Y1ciQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-7027679976026808694?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7027679976026808694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7027679976026808694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7027679976026808694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7027679976026808694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-last.html' title='One Last...'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-3355830581111564996</id><published>2007-12-09T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:16:05.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Birthdays equal weight gain</title><content type='html'>You have no idea how much food I gorged down over the past week. Perhaps given the imminent circumstances of enlisting to NS in just a few days time, my will to control is overpowered by the inability to let go of the things I desire most. Let's hit the pause button to analysing this pretty screwed-up head of mind, and reflect of the multiple glorious events that occurred within a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 5th Dec, was Mama's birthday!! Three days later, 8th Dec was my Papa's birthday!! Hahah. So, happy birthday parents!!! I love them so so much, though i show it in a rather uncanny manner. Their celebrations were rather quiet because all they had was me as my elder sis is in the States for her graduation; and the other one, well, is the other one. (rolls eyes). My elder sis and I got for Mother an Elizabeth Ardern Make-up blockbuster set and Daddy aN Estee Lauder Intuition perfume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight celebrations for each birthdate was held at Swensons on midnight at the Park Hotel at Orchard. Note the amount of ice-cream consumed within the week! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's official celebration was held at Carousel at the Royal Plaza on Scotts. They served Western and International cuisine ranging from creme brulees to sushi to pasta etc etc. It was most certainly food that I loved and admittedly, I really gorged that night! The highlight dish for me was the dessert Bread and butter pudding as it was intricately tender, moist and creamy, served with an addictive light and sweet vanilla sauce. Simply delectable...hmmm. So here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raAi1SBdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4CXbHRrmhWM/s1600-h/DSCF0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raAi1SBdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4CXbHRrmhWM/s320/DSCF0935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661627481982418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raBi1SBeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wfj5Fl8OW74/s1600-h/DSCF0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raBi1SBeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wfj5Fl8OW74/s320/DSCF0954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661644661851618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raBi1SBfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yjo5Auc5MIU/s1600-h/DSCF0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raBi1SBfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yjo5Auc5MIU/s320/DSCF0926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661644661851634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raCS1SBgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hnhnzvlLsnM/s1600-h/DSCF0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raCS1SBgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hnhnzvlLsnM/s320/DSCF0929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141661657546753538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raiC1SBiI/AAAAAAAAAto/Uji97s1ikiE/s1600-h/DSCF0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raiC1SBiI/AAAAAAAAAto/Uji97s1ikiE/s320/DSCF0927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141662203007600162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Dad's, a painstaking (crazy traffic) journey takes us along the streets of Orchard opposite the Royal Plaza to the Grand Hyatt's infamous Straits Kitchen, where an array of Asian, hawker-style dishes such as satay, chicken rice, kway teow, and chilli crab awaits. Though the food was not really to my liking, I'm glad that my mom really enjoyed the food and I really love the grand ambience of the restaurant with its architectural and artistic details. Without further ado, here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcrS1SBjI/AAAAAAAAAtw/4masrTAr-KY/s1600-h/DSCF0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcrS1SBjI/AAAAAAAAAtw/4masrTAr-KY/s320/DSCF0995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141664560944645682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcry1SBkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qH5tU0WUnFc/s1600-h/DSCF1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcry1SBkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qH5tU0WUnFc/s320/DSCF1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141664569534580290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcsC1SBlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/wvcZbpc-F44/s1600-h/DSCF1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rcsC1SBlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/wvcZbpc-F44/s320/DSCF1017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141664573829547602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd5i1SBmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GDXJpggKe2o/s1600-h/DSCF1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd5i1SBmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GDXJpggKe2o/s320/DSCF1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665905269409378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd6C1SBnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UprZ2Ldk7XM/s1600-h/DSCF1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd6C1SBnI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UprZ2Ldk7XM/s320/DSCF1027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665913859343986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd6i1SBoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/V-OVjXr5xc8/s1600-h/DSCF1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1rd6i1SBoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/V-OVjXr5xc8/s320/DSCF1049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141665922449278594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many movies I've watched this week? Let's count. Enchanted. scratch. The Hitman. scratch. The Kingdom. scratch. The Tattooist. scratch. The Golden Compass. scratch. Five?!! Wow!! That's a whole new record! Hahah. Bring on the sixth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's all for now my peeps. After blading to stay in shape and of course sleepless nights, I have totally worn out my body. I drank three Americano cappucinnos and loads of tea today just to keep awake. So, with tired minds, tired eyes and tired soul, I SAY ADIEU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3355830581111564996?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3355830581111564996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3355830581111564996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3355830581111564996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3355830581111564996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/12/caution-birthdays-equal-weight-gain.html' title='Caution: Birthdays equal weight gain'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1raAi1SBdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4CXbHRrmhWM/s72-c/DSCF0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1784070893800593698</id><published>2007-12-05T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:40:44.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls...we danced</title><content type='html'>A night of glamour, euphoria, group cuddling and hairspray - Class of 2007 TPJC Prom Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was "Frost De Bagio De Luna" and the best part is neither anybody dressed the part nor the event had any connections whatsoever to the theme. Wait to go, student councillors! But truth be told, it's quite a daunting task to plan a prom and at the very least they deserve credit for the loads of fun and memorable occurences that unfolded last night. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, everyone looked so sophisticated and chic, surprisingly, that it was almost hard to pick the stand-outs for Prom King/Queen and Best Dressed. 6-course food was alright, not heavy at all but somehow convincingly satisfying. Let's just let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1NS1SBII/AAAAAAAAAqY/jsC4FnUyy0M/s1600-h/DSCF0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1NS1SBII/AAAAAAAAAqY/jsC4FnUyy0M/s320/DSCF0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213789711533186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ni1SBJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9nzhQMHHs84/s1600-h/DSCF0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ni1SBJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9nzhQMHHs84/s320/DSCF0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213794006500498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ni1SBKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/MbwGol4SAG0/s1600-h/DSCF0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ni1SBKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/MbwGol4SAG0/s320/DSCF0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213794006500514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ny1SBLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6pOSTwO9wyQ/s1600-h/DSCF0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1Ny1SBLI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6pOSTwO9wyQ/s320/DSCF0798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213798301467826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1OS1SBMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/S_DzLUqd5B8/s1600-h/DSCF0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W1OS1SBMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/S_DzLUqd5B8/s320/DSCF0808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140213806891402434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2bS1SBNI/AAAAAAAAArA/UMv6xopRKjM/s1600-h/DSCF0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2bS1SBNI/AAAAAAAAArA/UMv6xopRKjM/s320/DSCF0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140215129741329618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2bi1SBOI/AAAAAAAAArI/yVEYSX-M90M/s1600-h/DSCF0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2bi1SBOI/AAAAAAAAArI/yVEYSX-M90M/s320/DSCF0817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140215134036296930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2cS1SBPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/d7yiVW9JglQ/s1600-h/DSCF0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2cS1SBPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/d7yiVW9JglQ/s320/DSCF0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140215146921198834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2ci1SBQI/AAAAAAAAArY/RKFEgfXz_8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2ci1SBQI/AAAAAAAAArY/RKFEgfXz_8Q/s320/DSCF0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140215151216166146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2cy1SBRI/AAAAAAAAArg/ORKwMCgRWFM/s1600-h/DSCF0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W2cy1SBRI/AAAAAAAAArg/ORKwMCgRWFM/s320/DSCF0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140215155511133458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3vi1SBSI/AAAAAAAAAro/ABFmuiM_ZaM/s1600-h/DSCF0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3vi1SBSI/AAAAAAAAAro/ABFmuiM_ZaM/s320/DSCF0850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140216577145308450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3wC1SBTI/AAAAAAAAArw/yjC3zVteg0U/s1600-h/DSCF0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3wC1SBTI/AAAAAAAAArw/yjC3zVteg0U/s320/DSCF0851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140216585735243058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3wS1SBUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yDX4W9Wub2o/s1600-h/DSCF0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3wS1SBUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yDX4W9Wub2o/s320/DSCF0853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140216590030210370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3xC1SBVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ALYXO8QEA6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3xC1SBVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ALYXO8QEA6Q/s320/DSCF0862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140216602915112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3xS1SBWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/840slahR5Uo/s1600-h/DSCF0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W3xS1SBWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/840slahR5Uo/s320/DSCF0868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140216607210079586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W44S1SBXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lSfwcAuxejY/s1600-h/DSCF0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W44S1SBXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lSfwcAuxejY/s320/DSCF0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140217826980791666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could forget post prom dancing? HAHAH wild wild night @ Zouk Out! Dance dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W45S1SBYI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xhOHFGX3Dck/s1600-h/DSCF0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W45S1SBYI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xhOHFGX3Dck/s320/DSCF0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140217844160660866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W46C1SBZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZvffWYtixo4/s1600-h/DSCF0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W46C1SBZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZvffWYtixo4/s320/DSCF0895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140217857045562770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1W46S1SBaI/AAAAAAAAAso/JT28TpOmqQA/s1600-h/DSCF0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcC1SAoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q83Ebf63xOA/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140182157277397634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wajy1SAtI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Tk2hlT2_Ta4/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wajy1SAtI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Tk2hlT2_Ta4/s320/DSCF0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140184489444639442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking in at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transit -London: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wa1i1SAuI/AAAAAAAAAnI/CQ_fPIxBJZg/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wa1i1SAuI/AAAAAAAAAnI/CQ_fPIxBJZg/s320/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140184794387317474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night Aerial View of River Thames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wa2i1SAvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CqbU6Sgi5w0/s1600-h/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wa2i1SAvI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/CqbU6Sgi5w0/s320/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140184811567186674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you spot the "Eye of London"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Zurich at noon and signed up for a local day tour around Zurich for 75 Francs per head. Very worthwhile as it brought us around the city showing famous people's houses like Tina Turner and up cable cars to a hill overlooking Zurich, supposedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcS1SApI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0GrlCjvrFj4/s1600-h/DSCF0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcS1SApI/AAAAAAAAAmg/0GrlCjvrFj4/s320/DSCF0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140182161572364946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake cruising at Lake Zurich. I'm actually on one of those ferries which transports vehicles across. My tour bus was behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WcyS1SAwI/AAAAAAAAAnY/I-PUezEnWqU/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WcyS1SAwI/AAAAAAAAAnY/I-PUezEnWqU/s320/DSCF0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140186937575998210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WczS1SAxI/AAAAAAAAAng/r59vt4oIEHY/s1600-h/DSCF0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WczS1SAxI/AAAAAAAAAng/r59vt4oIEHY/s320/DSCF0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140186954755867410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczi1SAyI/AAAAAAAAAno/Muo2EUIKam4/s1600-h/DSCF0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczi1SAyI/AAAAAAAAAno/Muo2EUIKam4/s320/DSCF0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140186959050834722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczi1SAzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/30g0bVT5KBU/s1600-h/DSCF0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczi1SAzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/30g0bVT5KBU/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140186959050834738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczy1SA0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/D219oeHJkuE/s1600-h/DSCF0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wczy1SA0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/D219oeHJkuE/s320/DSCF0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140186963345802050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lucerne (Central Switzerland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYci1SAqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tv1_wM05-QI/s1600-h/DSCF0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYci1SAqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/tv1_wM05-QI/s320/DSCF0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140182165867332258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcy1SArI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lI1arz8ceKI/s1600-h/DSCF0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcy1SArI/AAAAAAAAAmw/lI1arz8ceKI/s320/DSCF0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140182170162299570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town Centre: with the 14th Century Chapel Bridge crossing Rheus River splitting the Old town and New Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYdC1SAsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ycFokeXNdaU/s1600-h/DSCF0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYdC1SAsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ycFokeXNdaU/s320/DSCF0275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140182174457266882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weqy1SA1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/X-JtRwnCjIY/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weqy1SA1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/X-JtRwnCjIY/s320/DSCF0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189007750234962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WerC1SA2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/k7Gn8avyo10/s1600-h/DSCF0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WerC1SA2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/k7Gn8avyo10/s320/DSCF0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189012045202274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake cruising at Lake Lucerne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weri1SA3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/IeCRGMqi0hY/s1600-h/DSCF0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weri1SA3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/IeCRGMqi0hY/s320/DSCF0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189020635136882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weri1SA4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/YHiRH9o09fw/s1600-h/DSCF0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Weri1SA4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/YHiRH9o09fw/s320/DSCF0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189020635136898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wery1SA5I/AAAAAAAAAog/7OKSXNFF1hE/s1600-h/DSCF0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wery1SA5I/AAAAAAAAAog/7OKSXNFF1hE/s320/DSCF0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189024930104210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sights of train ride to Engelberg, small town foot to Mount Titlis, the highest mountain on Central Switz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf8i1SA6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vzzDIQr68Zs/s1600-h/DSCF0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf8i1SA6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vzzDIQr68Zs/s320/DSCF0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190412204540834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf8y1SA7I/AAAAAAAAAow/25tcdl0fj8w/s1600-h/DSCF0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf8y1SA7I/AAAAAAAAAow/25tcdl0fj8w/s320/DSCF0379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190416499508146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9C1SA8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/R2KhMg_1qG8/s1600-h/DSCF0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9C1SA8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/R2KhMg_1qG8/s320/DSCF0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190420794475458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9S1SA9I/AAAAAAAAApA/XaLcCxhJ5HI/s1600-h/DSCF0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9S1SA9I/AAAAAAAAApA/XaLcCxhJ5HI/s320/DSCF0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190425089442770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9S1SA-I/AAAAAAAAApI/KkeBueGNRNE/s1600-h/DSCF0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wf9S1SA-I/AAAAAAAAApI/KkeBueGNRNE/s320/DSCF0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140190425089442786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Zurich:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wici1SA_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ume5Kfez2AI/s1600-h/DSCF0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wici1SA_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Ume5Kfez2AI/s320/DSCF0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140193160983610354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expected it to be made of notes and coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wicy1SBAI/AAAAAAAAApY/G5CPmo4A8Hw/s1600-h/DSCF0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Wicy1SBAI/AAAAAAAAApY/G5CPmo4A8Hw/s320/DSCF0501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140193165278577666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing soccer can sometimes feel like foozball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WidC1SBBI/AAAAAAAAApg/RXv_G5o2keg/s1600-h/DSCF0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WidC1SBBI/AAAAAAAAApg/RXv_G5o2keg/s320/DSCF0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140193169573544978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even they have roasted chestnuts called MARONI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Widi1SBCI/AAAAAAAAApo/Xyoi17jq7Uk/s1600-h/DSCF0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Widi1SBCI/AAAAAAAAApo/Xyoi17jq7Uk/s320/DSCF0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140193178163479586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Orchard Rd of Zurich - Bahnhofstrasse: sells all international items and brands including United Colors of Benetton, Loius Vutton, Dolce &amp; Gabbana, u name it...they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Widy1SBDI/AAAAAAAAApw/3M45gX2RUlY/s1600-h/DSCF0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1Widy1SBDI/AAAAAAAAApw/3M45gX2RUlY/s320/DSCF0614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140193182458446898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCC1SBEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/k4mUD202Lhk/s1600-h/DSCF0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCC1SBEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/k4mUD202Lhk/s320/DSCF0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140194904740332610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where I got my prom suit from "Jelmoli" houses branded items and boutiques such as that of a 4-storey Zara boutique, my suit design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCC1SBFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/RGBP3E-3Ty8/s1600-h/DSCF0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCC1SBFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/RGBP3E-3Ty8/s320/DSCF0569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140194904740332626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Swiss experience is real without chocolate shopping! Welcome to Merkur, one of the largest chain of chocolatierres in Switz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCS1SBGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/npNkOXPVjZw/s1600-h/DSCF0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCS1SBGI/AAAAAAAAAqI/npNkOXPVjZw/s320/DSCF0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140194909035299938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking chocs in chunks like crackers, that's new! hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCy1SBHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OJigFg5ZJt0/s1600-h/DSCF0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WkCy1SBHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OJigFg5ZJt0/s320/DSCF0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140194917625234546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Railway underground mall shopping can make one drowsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-8827178144518036253?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/8827178144518036253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=8827178144518036253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8827178144518036253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8827178144518036253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-than-just-watches-and-chocolates.html' title='More than just watches and chocolates...'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1WYcC1SAoI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q83Ebf63xOA/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-3995604571075270886</id><published>2007-11-30T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:40:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi with the Pasta Already!</title><content type='html'>I up and left the day after the bbq for zurich, so here are some pics from the bbq on thursday, 22nd November 2007 aka "liberation day". For people confused over choice of food, it was actually meant to be a european-inspired al fresco setting. hope everyone had a great time then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LRvY_3qI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W2th8YkdJSo/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LRvY_3qI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W2th8YkdJSo/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138338099260022434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LSPY_3rI/AAAAAAAAAko/CYe1WSK2uxQ/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LSPY_3rI/AAAAAAAAAko/CYe1WSK2uxQ/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138338107849957042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LSfY_3sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6UIVXqn8iPs/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LSfY_3sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/6UIVXqn8iPs/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138338112144924354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LTfY_3tI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2W07FmUk7QQ/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LTfY_3tI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2W07FmUk7QQ/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138338129324793554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LUfY_3uI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VOxhQLfWPvk/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LUfY_3uI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VOxhQLfWPvk/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138338146504662754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MV_Y_3vI/AAAAAAAAAlI/18kIB1svFOk/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MV_Y_3vI/AAAAAAAAAlI/18kIB1svFOk/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339271786094322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MWvY_3wI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hOqdR9xvg0o/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MWvY_3wI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hOqdR9xvg0o/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339284670996226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MYfY_3xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nWqrO0Yi4oY/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MYfY_3xI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nWqrO0Yi4oY/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339314735767314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MbPY_3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NXx2LugXEIw/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08MbPY_3yI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NXx2LugXEIw/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339361980407586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Mb_Y_3zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q18cLKjMr1E/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Mb_Y_3zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Q18cLKjMr1E/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138339374865309490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Nd_Y_30I/AAAAAAAAAlw/b3c_EXubvFg/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Nd_Y_30I/AAAAAAAAAlw/b3c_EXubvFg/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138340508736675650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Ne_Y_31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/pR0XsrCE6Og/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08Ne_Y_31I/AAAAAAAAAl4/pR0XsrCE6Og/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138340525916544850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NgfY_32I/AAAAAAAAAmA/EQQtiuhCYmY/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NgfY_32I/AAAAAAAAAmA/EQQtiuhCYmY/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138340551686348642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NgvY_33I/AAAAAAAAAmI/nEbk_G2K3zE/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NgvY_33I/AAAAAAAAAmI/nEbk_G2K3zE/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138340555981315954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NhfY_34I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Re3vxtIe7vA/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08NhfY_34I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Re3vxtIe7vA/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138340568866217858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1YBdS1SBcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CXrFldlVuTA/s1600-h/1_679233702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/R1YBdS1SBcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CXrFldlVuTA/s320/1_679233702l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140297627473151426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for such a wonderful time! It's the time of our lives now, so enjoy it while we can! prom night, bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3995604571075270886?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3995604571075270886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3995604571075270886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3995604571075270886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3995604571075270886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/11/oi-with-pasta-already.html' title='Oi with the Pasta Already!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/R08LRvY_3qI/AAAAAAAAAkg/W2th8YkdJSo/s72-c/DSC00397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-451152707834169094</id><published>2007-09-30T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:59:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Crazed Cousins, Stiff Dancers and Girl-gone-wild Nur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6tid0zklI/AAAAAAAAAik/wneKUrQC9zo/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6tid0zklI/AAAAAAAAAik/wneKUrQC9zo/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115717034372731474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6tit0zkmI/AAAAAAAAAis/LcR3oAdU6As/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6tit0zkmI/AAAAAAAAAis/LcR3oAdU6As/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115717038667698786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6ti90zknI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aIi7H9EzZTA/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6ti90zknI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aIi7H9EzZTA/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115717042962666098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rv6ti90zkoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gyDLh-NCSt8/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Where should I start...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced an overwhelming surge of events for over the past weeks that it all seems just surreal. Well, for one thing, I've moved out of my house at Marine Parade and into my new apartment at Pasir Ris. It's a wonderful feeling to experience new things and new surroundings, but I can't help but feel utter melodramatic and depressed over the fact that I'm exchanging 16 years full of wonderful memories for something new. See, I'm a person who abhors changes, really really. I love constancy and I love routine and that's why ladies and gentlemen, I'm a person with zilch social life. I really miss Marine Parade, my hometown for 16 years of my life. Adieu high-cultured society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I find really unfair is the fact that I'm going through all this with the prelims and the A level examinations being just around the corner. As a matter of fact, prelims start in two days and A levels begin three weeks after prelim ends. Completely petrifying stuff. Anyway, I find it completely ridiculous and I'm so stretched thin - one moment unpacking boxes, the next studying the concept of Le Chatelier's Principle - and it's pure bogus that there is no time for me to settle in at all. I hate the fact that I'm not doing as well as I should be in the recent tests and the fact that I appear in school with dark circles and sagging eyesacs. I just need to BREATHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I doubt my fatal decision made two years ago - I chose the "normal" path to the university, the junior college. Of course part of my decision lies in the fact firstly, I had no life back when I was a cow (literally). All I knew was textbooks and facts and theories. I had no dream, no aspirations of who I was to become. Part of the reason was because I had worked so hard all these years that it's just deserving I got into a school where I could challenge my capabilities. But, can I handle the pressure? Now, I'm in a dilemma of choosing a path for greatness - my family wants me to be a doctor (like every other paretn wants their child to be when they grow up), when all I want to become is to be a professional chef. Yes laugh your hearts out people, but you'll beg to differ when you see me at work in the kitchen. There's just something about the precision and pure delicacy of the art of preparing dishes that's just so appealing to me. Don't believe I'm cut out for this? Well would a normal 18 year old boy watch Martha Stewart and Nigella Lawson every day on afternoon television religiously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever challenges lie ahead, I shall, and I repeat I shall tackle them with utmost dignity. I've got to persevere and endure, to sacrifice and evaluate, most importantly, to realise that I'm not all alone - my family and friends will support me in whatever I do, whenever I do so. I have it in me to be the epitome of success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1849986009066705808?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1849986009066705808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1849986009066705808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1849986009066705808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1849986009066705808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-faith.html' title='Got Faith?'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-2010688208615546052</id><published>2007-07-20T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:30:15.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some bloody whacky random post passing off as an update!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I finally had enough stamina to post something after GOD KNOWS how many freaking bloody weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going with the flow nowadays. I really don't give a damn what people think and what they expect me to become. A lot of things had happened over these past few weeks since returning to school. I got my common test results back and it's a wholla lot of UGLY!!!! But, whateva, I mean it's not the end, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many insane things happened in school also. The class is totally bizarkke, and I LOVE LOVE them for being them. It's just amazing how they're so lively given the current stressful dispositions we've faced in school so far. But, anyhoo, they're the reason I look forward to everyday in school. Btw, Salle, don't think i forgot abt that photo you took of me sleeping with my mouth gaped open! So gonna get back at you! MUAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the class frantics and crazy antics, I'm like so into the musical phase of my life. I guess watching videos from the latest musical movies like Hairspray and High School Musical 2 has that effect on people. I'm half expecting myself to sometimes break out in song and dance whenever there's like music on, whatever it may be! It's safe to say, I've finally CRACKED!!!! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Parent-Teachers' Meet, and they're gonna see my heinous results. And guess what - they know zilch about it, though I do believe they kinda sensed it ever since I've been totally distant with them to avoid telling them. Call it guilt, deception, or just pure dumb, I'm so glad that they'll finally see this "PERFECT GOOD BOY" ain't that good and innocent after all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-2010688208615546052?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/2010688208615546052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=2010688208615546052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/2010688208615546052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/2010688208615546052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-bloody-whacky-random-post-passing.html' title='Some bloody whacky random post passing off as an update!!!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-3611973361835532998</id><published>2007-07-01T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:15:32.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Goes Back to Basics in Singapore</title><content type='html'>Adrenaline-pumping, mind-blowing (literally) and powerful vocals of Christina echoed the hall of the Singapore Indoor Stadium on the 30 June 2007 for a one-night only concert of her smashing worldwide tour - the Back to Basics Tour. It was an incredible night filled with excitement, raw live music and electrifying, heart-pumping choreography and divine vocals by Christina Aguilera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHVvG_lII/AAAAAAAAAg8/1EVE0qvFCk4/s1600-h/b2b"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHVvG_lII/AAAAAAAAAg8/1EVE0qvFCk4/s320/b2b" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081898037026985090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaNtfG_lQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mWnJjluqGhY/s1600-h/P6300749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaNtfG_lQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mWnJjluqGhY/s320/P6300749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081905042118644994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I beat the crowds and got to the Indoor Stadium by 7.15pm. Thank God! The following are not actual pictures I took, because I was seated far far far from the stage. The stage was elegantly transformed into a grand cabaret, 1940's style with lights beaming from all corners, with blasting sound system hanging right above it. My sisters and I sat at the East balcony about 500m away from the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a complete white-suit, Aguilera passionately opens the show with her first smash-hit from Back to Basics album, Ain't No Other Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHVvG_lJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/onXrgtp9-CY/s1600-h/b2b1b"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHVvG_lJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/onXrgtp9-CY/s320/b2b1b" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081898037026985106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eLhE21Hbx8c/s1600-h/b2b1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eLhE21Hbx8c/s320/b2b1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081898041321952418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina passionately and skilfully delivered hit songs from all her albums, Christina Aguilera, Stripped and Back to Basics including Back in the Day, Understand, Come On Over Baby (Jazz Version), Slow Down Baby (My fave), Still Dirrty, Can't Hold Us Down, I Got Trouble, Makes Me Wanna Pray, What a Girl Wants (Reggae Version), Enter the Circus/Welcome, Dirrty, Candyman, Hurt, Lady Marmalade and Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lKmQ1RlLVhM/s1600-h/b2b1d"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lLI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lKmQ1RlLVhM/s320/b2b1d" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081898041321952434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hygwDLlQDow/s1600-h/b2b2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHV_G_lMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hygwDLlQDow/s320/b2b2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081898041321952450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzfG_lNI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3zl-KSgoPhE/s1600-h/96861_CA_Back_To_Basics_Tour_Houston_20_Feb_2007_057_123_205lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzfG_lNI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3zl-KSgoPhE/s320/96861_CA_Back_To_Basics_Tour_Houston_20_Feb_2007_057_123_205lo.jpg" width="250" height="350" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081899647639721170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzvG_lOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gb7AbViLb3c/s1600-h/96934_CA_Back_To_Basics_Tour_Houston_20_Feb_2007_067_123_76lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzvG_lOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gb7AbViLb3c/s320/96934_CA_Back_To_Basics_Tour_Houston_20_Feb_2007_067_123_76lo.jpg" width="250" height="350" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081899651934688482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Calling for her candyman!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzvG_lPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yfxAxzG0Ac4/s1600-h/b2b3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaIzvG_lPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yfxAxzG0Ac4/s320/b2b3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081899651934688498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aguilera using a horse carousel as a strip pole in her performance of "Lady Marmalade"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from her strong vocals, one couldn't help but pay attention to the multiple outfits she put on throughout the night. Ranging from elegant white suits and dresses to cabaret-inspired suits, Aguilera simply marvels audiences by how fast and often she changes her outfits throughout the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her connection to audience was heartfelt too. In one of her performances singing "Oh Mother", she confided in the audience about her past dealing with domestic violence and how she was able to deal with it by taking it positively, because it turned her into what she is today. The song ended appropriately with the screen behind flashing her message to her mother, "I love you, Mom". She even got the chance to showcase her strong sense of feminity as she dedicated her song "Can't Hold Us Down" to all the women fighting against the double standards in gender. Good for her! What else did she do to connect? Oh yes, she threw sweaty (but coveted) towels at those in front! Nothing makes a better connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, it was the pumped-up music and vocals of this highly-talented artiste that stole the show. Though the music may occasionally be loud plus that of Aguilera's powerful chords, one could not help but groove along to the beat (that is unless one is Singaporean) Erm. There were really some tough crowds back there. Seriously, loosen up people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the whole stadium gave Aguilera a standing ovation once she finished her final song, "Fighter". Aguilera, her dancers and the band gave a bow before the curtains finally draw to a wonderful end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: *****&lt;br /&gt;Dance: ****&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: *****&lt;br /&gt;Overall: ***** (Flawless!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3611973361835532998?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3611973361835532998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3611973361835532998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3611973361835532998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3611973361835532998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/07/adrenaline-pumping.html' title='Christina Goes Back to Basics in Singapore'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RoaHVvG_lII/AAAAAAAAAg8/1EVE0qvFCk4/s72-c/b2b' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-3773665734115877305</id><published>2007-06-30T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:37:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to (Partaying) Basics</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's PARRTTTTAAAAYYYYYY time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so ecstatic whenever an exam passes! It really is a wonderful feeling to be chillin' out and not having to continuously recite things over and over again. I don't even care how I'd thought I did! All I wanna do is have some fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might not believe me when I say this, but I hate hate hate examinations. They just turn me into some sort of freaky monster slash bitch and that's so not good relationship-wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to Christina Aguilera's concert tonight and I am super excited!!!! Though I'm not a huge major fan of hers, I still prefer her as opposed to the likes of that of Britney and other pop princesses. Her powerhouse vocals are incredible and I especially admire her for bringing back the 40's style. So, hopefully, if cameras are allowed, expect some pics later on tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3773665734115877305?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3773665734115877305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3773665734115877305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3773665734115877305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3773665734115877305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-partaying-basics.html' title='Back to (Partaying) Basics'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-7867362578539240527</id><published>2007-06-20T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:27:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Current-Post Celebations</title><content type='html'>It's time off from my week's mugging preparing for the common test so let's do a quick update. Well, last Saturday was as you know, family night outing. The movie - Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. It was a pleasant movie that's just poppish if you ask me, appealing to the younger audience. Was not entirely thrilled about its level of intelligence though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you also know, Sunday was the very minimally-hyped-up Fathers' Day. So at midnight after the show, instead of going to Swensens, we went to Carousel at Royal Plaza on Scotts for a midnight supper. The restaurant served quite an array of dishes there that's not too heavy for a late night supper. For the gifts, we got him a good work bag and a watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9N0x7A1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fhKPvGCxdfs/s1600-h/P6170659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9N0x7A1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fhKPvGCxdfs/s320/P6170659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946256320037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9OEx7A2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/01bFZpXqYZY/s1600-h/P6170654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9OEx7A2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/01bFZpXqYZY/s320/P6170654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946260615005026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9OEx7A3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZtwLOhXVQwY/s1600-h/P6170634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9OEx7A3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZtwLOhXVQwY/s320/P6170634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946260615005042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9Okx7A4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/47d3AAIFqFw/s1600-h/P6170628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9Okx7A4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/47d3AAIFqFw/s320/P6170628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946269204939650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9l0x7A5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/HBRntSYjZDg/s1600-h/P6170635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9l0x7A5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/HBRntSYjZDg/s320/P6170635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946668636898194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9l0x7A6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_LhBNNiDYzY/s1600-h/P6170650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9l0x7A6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_LhBNNiDYzY/s320/P6170650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077946668636898210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we proceeded to the bar upstairs after Dad was lured by the incomparable band playing upstairs. Sat down and had light drinks to end off a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh-A0x7A7I/AAAAAAAAAf0/i2UVwaZZZaY/s1600-h/P6170660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh-A0x7A7I/AAAAAAAAAf0/i2UVwaZZZaY/s320/P6170660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077947132493366194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh-A0x7A8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/9gDqibVJBpE/s1600-h/P6170661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh-A0x7A8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/9gDqibVJBpE/s320/P6170661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077947132493366210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sunday, we went around to many many places. First to check up on the new house, then to find sisters' apparels and finally to dinner. I ran into Qashrul at Far East Plaza while trying to find Thelma and Louise's stuff. Clearing the air, I don't usually shop at Far East Plaza! Hahas. So afterwards, got to Muthu's Curry (cause my Dad loves Muthu's Curry) for the official Father's Day dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_Pkx7A9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/neBw-Cc92RY/s1600-h/P6170698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_Pkx7A9I/AAAAAAAAAgE/neBw-Cc92RY/s320/P6170698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077948485408064466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_P0x7A-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/SP3RP_9tWog/s1600-h/P6170693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_P0x7A-I/AAAAAAAAAgM/SP3RP_9tWog/s320/P6170693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077948489703031778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_QEx7A_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/6ysfs0E1NXM/s1600-h/P6170707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_QEx7A_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/6ysfs0E1NXM/s320/P6170707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077948493997999090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_QUx7BAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HI_oRQWe1Wg/s1600-h/P6170705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_QUx7BAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HI_oRQWe1Wg/s320/P6170705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077948498292966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh I baked a chocolate cake for Dad. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_gkx7BBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cd81OY7wCsY/s1600-h/P6170673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh_gkx7BBI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cd81OY7wCsY/s320/P6170673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077948777465840658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Aunty Dah's "special" birthday. A whole commotion involving Dad and my mum's side ensued when they kind of forgot to wish him for father's day and not inviting us for dinner on that night. I know it may sound petty, but, I think as one ages, one can't really avoid being sentimental or sensitive to all these things. The conflict and tension resolved last night by the way after talking things through. So despite all that, I managed to send her the birthday cake I made (with help for adornments by Mum):- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RniA80x7BCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/d3vF3on67cA/s1600-h/P6180728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RniA80x7BCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/d3vF3on67cA/s320/P6180728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077950362308772898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't believe I made the cake. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, why fight when we can make peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I've done things at my NS Medical Screening I'd thought I'd never do in my life! Don't wish to talk about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Phew, what a long post! So, that's the long-awaited end. See you guys at school and study and play hard for the last ever holiday you'll ever have for the next few crucial months. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-7867362578539240527?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7867362578539240527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7867362578539240527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7867362578539240527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7867362578539240527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/06/pre-current-post-celebations.html' title='Pre-Current-Post Celebations'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rnh9N0x7A1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fhKPvGCxdfs/s72-c/P6170659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-144529984932443010</id><published>2007-06-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:00:18.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAUgbLYLUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WIADKhf_OpI/s1600-h/0106_msl_cakes07_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAUgbLYLUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WIADKhf_OpI/s320/0106_msl_cakes07_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075579327330397506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm 18 years old! Seems just like yesterday I was still running around in diapers (woops) and now, I've reached the legal age for driving already? Wow, does time fly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you those who wished me today. Starting from the earliest, thanks so much my darling, loving and beautiful Family, Sallehin (via MSN), Arvinder, Kingsley, Angel, Disha, Cho Yee, Xue Ling, Hanan and Nadia. It means the world to me you guys remembered. Thanks once again. A special thanks goes to Angel especially who laboured the previous day over the oven stove to bake me and the rest some scrumptious cupcakes and delectable cake - my utmost appreciation for all you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH God, I'm tearing up already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, our family tradition of countdowning to midnight resumed at Swensens at Orchard. It was the highlight of my birthday and I am incredibly elated being pampered with all sorts of gifts from my parents and sisters. This might sound pathetic to those who already have iPods, but as for me, I couldn't be more thrilled to receive a brand new, 4GB, iPod Nano model!!!! Thank you my beloved parents for the gift!!! My sisters bought me a branded belt (cant remember what's it called though) which is so gorgeous, gorgeous gorgeous!!! But, I've gotta say the biggest presents of all (for a simple guy and all) are the cards enriched with words of 100% love. Nothing beats that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAQu7LYLLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mKN_bvVHyTg/s1600-h/P6130556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAQu7LYLLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mKN_bvVHyTg/s320/P6130556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075575178391989426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAQ7LLYLMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TAjrN3b_rmc/s1600-h/P6130547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAQ7LLYLMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TAjrN3b_rmc/s320/P6130547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075575388845386946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lit Consultation held at North Bridge Road. I know, weird location right? Afterwards, walked around Bugis shopping for Papa's father's day present. Went in vain though. So, came back home and changed for the birthday dinner at Sanur Indonesian Restaurant at Centrepoint where about eight others comprising of aunts, uncle, grandma, family even maid, joined me on my special night. What can I say? We ate, we ate, we left. Haha. But, it was seriously fun having dinner with the whole gang tonight! My aunt and uncle gave me some $$$ and roses, grandma gave me some $$$ too. Thank you all so much for the generous gifts and your presence was indeed one gift I'd never forget. Let the pictures speak for itself:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAR2bLYLNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8_QUsXfVFhs/s1600-h/P6130616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAR2bLYLNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8_QUsXfVFhs/s320/P6130616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075576406752636114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnASmrLYLOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LfDWYdKCu6o/s1600-h/P6130569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnASmrLYLOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LfDWYdKCu6o/s320/P6130569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075577235681324258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnASzbLYLPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/j1POkudrANQ/s1600-h/P6130587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnASzbLYLPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/j1POkudrANQ/s320/P6130587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075577454724656370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnATQLLYLRI/AAAAAAAAAek/JNcDdAZmxsw/s1600-h/P6130604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnATQLLYLRI/AAAAAAAAAek/JNcDdAZmxsw/s320/P6130604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075577948645895442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnATtrLYLSI/AAAAAAAAAes/8A-JkD2Mhzg/s1600-h/P6130610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnATtrLYLSI/AAAAAAAAAes/8A-JkD2Mhzg/s320/P6130610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075578455452036386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAT8rLYLTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/bNW5ZM3EKzQ/s1600-h/P6130615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAT8rLYLTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/bNW5ZM3EKzQ/s320/P6130615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075578713150074162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed and thankful for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-144529984932443010?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/144529984932443010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=144529984932443010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/144529984932443010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/144529984932443010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-18th-birthday.html' title='My 18th Birthday'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RnAUgbLYLUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WIADKhf_OpI/s72-c/0106_msl_cakes07_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-627546635413401029</id><published>2007-06-10T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:53:59.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Farewell Oliver &amp; Nigella</title><content type='html'>My cooking frenzy is over (for now at least). Family members keep asking me what had gotten me fascinated to cook and bake. I answer  - why Jamie Oliver of course. But seriously, I have no idea how the stereotype working against men from whipping things up in the kitchen, instead of a tool shed, existed in the first place! I mean, I had a fair share of people judging and frowning upon the fact that I spend my time browsing through Martha Stewart's cookbooks and sites, and watching Oliver and Nigella on Discovery Travel &amp; Living. It's just in one ear, and out the other for now. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon serious consideration of the upcoming examinations, I've decided to suspend this "abnormal" passion for the while. I ended whipping up an entire Malaysian feast for the family on Thursday. I regret not having a camera with me at that time, because everything turned out lovely. So just picture how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main dishes:&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Tomato (Tomato Rice)&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Kampung Goreng (marinated with buttermilk)&lt;br /&gt;Sotong Lemak Chili Padi&lt;br /&gt;Fish-head Curry&lt;br /&gt;Pergedil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:&lt;br /&gt;Gula Melaka Sago&lt;br /&gt;Mango Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a whole day to prepare these but it was worth it - anything for the family, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after studying Organic Chemistry, I got inspirational again and whipped up about a dozen pate choux for the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mango Cream Puffs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RmtTgbLYK_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/iUgkS5syA4A/s1600-h/P6100499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RmtTgbLYK_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/iUgkS5syA4A/s320/P6100499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074241221679393778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango sauce was delightful and not too sweet. It was just nice. It can be done within one hour. That's what I love about baking, it's not time consuming, unlike cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity last night for a show: Ocean's Thirteen. George Clooney, Matt Damon, and Brad Pitt stars in this awesomely charming and intelligent masterpiece as three of the thirteen heist masters seeking justice against the highly-successful casino chairman Al Pacino. In this third installment, everything's personal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we ATE at 2Hot Halal Cafe. Just a word of precaution: consider wisely before deciding to eat at such a place. Yeah, that bad. Let me first start on the service. It was operated in such a casual and laidback manner, it's actually agonizing and annoying. Firstly, there were more waiters than there are tables to serve. Despite that, none (though seeing us) greeted and seated us. Secondly, we told them to quicken the order, and some idiot came back and told us it would take 30 mins as if half-expecting us to walk out. What was that?! The food was horrible and COLD too! The spicy sauces were so bland that even the ketchup was spicier! Rating: 0.5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Earle Swensen's for some desserts and light eating. The service was phenomenal. Good quality food and impressive food presentation. Rating: 4 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm turning 18 in a couple of days time. It just scares the hell out of me how time flies. Man, do I hate being old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-627546635413401029?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/627546635413401029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=627546635413401029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/627546635413401029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/627546635413401029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-farewell-oliver-nigella.html' title='Say Farewell Oliver &amp; Nigella'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RmtTgbLYK_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/iUgkS5syA4A/s72-c/P6100499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-7436794986121295518</id><published>2007-05-30T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:26:14.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cheesecakes and Crabs</title><content type='html'>For my classmates whom are curious how I did the Oreo cheesecake I brought to class today, here's the recipe:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oreo Cheesecake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlxdVlem_bI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Oxnd71JcdLk/s1600-h/P5290419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlxdVlem_bI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Oxnd71JcdLk/s320/P5290419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070029905931468210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Kraftsfood.com)&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 25 min &lt;br /&gt;Total Time:  6 hr 25 min &lt;br /&gt;Makes:  16 servings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. (1 lb. 2 oz.) OREO Chocolate Sandwich Cookies, divided&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup butter or margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;3 pkg. (8 oz. each) PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Sour Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla essence&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREHEAT oven to 350°F if using a 9-inch silver springform pan (or to 325°F if using a dark nonstick 9-inch springform pan). Finely crush 30 of the cookies. Coarsely chop remaining 15 cookies; set aside. Mix crushed cookies with butter. Press firmly onto bottom and 2 inches up side of pan; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT cream cheese and sugar in large bowl with electric mixer on medium speed until well blended. Add sour cream and vanilla; mix well. Add eggs, 1 at a time, mixing on low speed after each addition just until blended. Gently stir in chopped cookies. Spread into prepared crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKE 55 minutes to 1 hour or until set. (If necessary to prevent top from overbrowning, tent with foil during last 15 to 20 minutes of baking time.) Cool completely on wire rack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRIGERATE at least 4 hours. Run knife or metal spatula around side of pan to loosen cake; remove side of pan before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my transition from baking obsession to now ... cooking obsession. For my debut, let me introduce you to the spicy crab cakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crab Cakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlxdVVem_aI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R4__li2Jm2k/s1600-h/P5290403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlxdVVem_aI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R4__li2Jm2k/s320/P5290403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070029901636500898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 15-20 mins + 30 mins (for chilling)&lt;br /&gt;Cook: 15 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;250g crabmeat thawed if frozen&lt;br /&gt;250 white fish filler skinned and chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 fresh red chilli deseeded and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs ginger powder/2.5cm ginger root chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 lemon grass stalk, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3 tbs chopped fresh coriander&lt;br /&gt;1 egg white&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs oil for frying (each fry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLACE crabmeat, fish, red chilli, garlic, ginger, lemon grass, coriander and egg white in a food processor, squeeze lemon and process until thoroughly blended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFER to a bowl and cover with clingfilm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRIGERATE for 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAT 2 tbs of oil in a non-stick frying pan. Add spoonfuls of crab mixture flattening them gently with spatula and keeping them spaced apart. &lt;br /&gt;COOK for 4 mins then turn and cook the other side for 3 mins or until golden brown. Remove from frying pan and pat with kitchen paper roll to absorb excess oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARNISH the patties with chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holivision: Discovery Travel &amp; Living Channel&lt;br /&gt;Book: Low-fat: 100 Best Recipes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-7436794986121295518?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7436794986121295518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7436794986121295518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7436794986121295518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7436794986121295518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-cheesecakes-and-crabs.html' title='Of Cheesecakes and Crabs'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlxdVlem_bI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Oxnd71JcdLk/s72-c/P5290419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-9192751962328979054</id><published>2007-05-27T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T04:39:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of light and frivolous spat</title><content type='html'>Hear ye, hear ye, the holidays have arrived! It's that time of the year again when we could all sleep till late morning, watch daytime tv and (dare I say it) break away from those dreadful school books... As for me, what I love most about the June vacation is that it's my birthmonth, so I kind of get showered with gifts, celebrations and the $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a baking frenzy most quite recently. I got inspired watching Jamie Oliver or Martha Stewart on their shows and started surfing their sites for amazing recipes. The irony lies in the fact that though I make the deserts, I don't eat them. Haha. So, my family members and friends have become sort of my guinnea pigs for food testing. I don't know whether they're being biased, but it won't be in my self-righteous nature to reject great comments on the deserts, wouldn't it?  My dad blames me for causing him of becoming fat, but I counter-argued that finishing a bag of chips or cashew nuts daily, would probably be one of the factors too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the things I've made - the successful ones of course and chronological order:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Brownies&lt;br /&gt;2. Banana &amp; Chocolate Muffins&lt;br /&gt;3. Banana Crepes&lt;br /&gt;4. Madeleines &lt;br /&gt;5. Caramel Flan&lt;br /&gt;6. Banana Bread Pudding&lt;br /&gt;7. Banana Cream Crumble Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more to be done over the holidays too. I'm crossing from deserts to actual food now. Lasagnes and pastas are next on the list. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlianVem_YI/AAAAAAAAAb4/izJLVnYKeho/s1600-h/PH2007052400821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlianVem_YI/AAAAAAAAAb4/izJLVnYKeho/s320/PH2007052400821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068971381176597890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Jordin Sparks - the youngest American Idol yet. She deserves this win. The show was amazing apparently, as there were like golden idols performing throughout the 2-hour finale. I am kind of sad I got to only watch bits and pieces of the finale because I was studying for the GP test the next day. I hope there'll be reruns on Star World and hope the sacrifice pays off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weekend of the holidays was unexpectedly good. Less stressful and indeed a time for relaxation, ie no studying. Yup, smells like the weekend, alright! Hahaha. (Gotta know someone to get it). Anyhoo, went out grocery shopping on Friday (and no talking bout the earlier part of the day here) and got essential ingredients for baking at Mustaffa Centre as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun. The family and I had our dinner at Secret Recipe at Marina Square. I ordered a Kid's Fish and Chips meal there and acted all child-like. I could've sworn there were giggles when the plate with a golden-fried fish patte and alphabet fries arrived. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rlianlem_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xIcCwCXimW4/s1600-h/pirates3alarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rlianlem_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xIcCwCXimW4/s320/pirates3alarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068971385471565202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we rushed to catch Pirates of The Carribbean: At World's End. It was an absolutely mind-blowing, action-packed, swashbuckling three-hour adventure following everyone's favourite pirates Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) and Elizabeth Swann (Keira Knightley) along with revived Captain Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) as they navigate through obstacles and dangers of the seas to free Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) from Davvy Jones' locker. A true Pirates fan would be able to handle the influx of new Pirate jargons and myths and connect them to the previous two films. The same can't be said about those who don't follow the movie franchise though (includes my Dad and Mom). Advise? Prepare thyself by watching the other two films first before catching the third one otherwise one might end up scratching one's head and submitting to disappointment. The ending definitely mirrors the first film, The Curse of the Black Pearl and keep your eyes peeled for that cute, adorable and humourous lil' monkey, Jack, throughout the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, savvy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-9192751962328979054?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/9192751962328979054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=9192751962328979054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9192751962328979054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9192751962328979054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-light-and-frivolous-spat.html' title='Of light and frivolous spat'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RlianVem_YI/AAAAAAAAAb4/izJLVnYKeho/s72-c/PH2007052400821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1425513520297235012</id><published>2007-05-20T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:16:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>It's the one day when we can show our utmost love to our mothers. But, who says it has to be shown only on this day? Why not everyday for the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I get all emotional (which could add on to the length of this post) , here are some pictures taken during the Mother's Day weekend, plus some short commentaries. On the contrary to popular belief, I didn't spend the weekend mugging, but rather baking and preparing for Mother's Day. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration 1 - Tok Mak's House&lt;br /&gt;Who's there? Father's side: Aunt, Cousins, Cousin's husbands and children, Grandmama, Uncle, Us&lt;br /&gt;Food: Pariaman Nasi Padang, desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_TzFem_LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Zm_r7qd6lS8/s1600-h/P5130386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_TzFem_LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Zm_r7qd6lS8/s320/P5130386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066500980412447922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTFem_MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dZ4UrnTT4Ig/s1600-h/P5120305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTFem_MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dZ4UrnTT4Ig/s320/P5120305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066501530168261826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTFem_NI/AAAAAAAAAag/LZw5sfwhRP0/s1600-h/P5120288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTFem_NI/AAAAAAAAAag/LZw5sfwhRP0/s320/P5120288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066501530168261842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTVem_OI/AAAAAAAAAao/biBrPBBhzJs/s1600-h/P5120316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTVem_OI/AAAAAAAAAao/biBrPBBhzJs/s320/P5120316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066501534463229154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTVem_PI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6Vmk9xy34RA/s1600-h/P5120322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTVem_PI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6Vmk9xy34RA/s320/P5120322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066501534463229170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTlem_QI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qGIoRUG-buk/s1600-h/P5120310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_UTlem_QI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qGIoRUG-buk/s320/P5120310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066501538758196482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I baked the muffins and brownies on that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration 2 - Carousel Royal Scotts on Plaza&lt;br /&gt;No pictures and all I've got to say is that it's one of the most emotional dinners I've ever had, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration 3 - Wai's House&lt;br /&gt;Who's there? Mother's side: Grandmama, Us, 2 Aunts, Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Food: Variety from satay to crabs etc etc, desserts (I bought the cake from Secret Recipes, baked muffins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Ywlem_RI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BMqACanlcOQ/s1600-h/P5130351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Ywlem_RI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BMqACanlcOQ/s320/P5130351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506435020913938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yw1em_SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xCMvJSksgMY/s1600-h/P5130357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yw1em_SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xCMvJSksgMY/s320/P5130357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506439315881250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yw1em_TI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dLDGCr3Zdw0/s1600-h/P5130358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yw1em_TI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dLDGCr3Zdw0/s320/P5130358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506439315881266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_YxFem_UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OKfjW4jEft0/s1600-h/P5130353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_YxFem_UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OKfjW4jEft0/s320/P5130353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506443610848578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yxlem_VI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SpgP-tOCQwY/s1600-h/P5130363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_Yxlem_VI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SpgP-tOCQwY/s320/P5130363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506452200783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_ZFlem_WI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4paFKolE39c/s1600-h/P5130366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_ZFlem_WI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4paFKolE39c/s320/P5130366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506795798166882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_ZFlem_XI/AAAAAAAAAbw/I4P8qdGDOms/s1600-h/P5130374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_ZFlem_XI/AAAAAAAAAbw/I4P8qdGDOms/s320/P5130374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506795798166898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I bought her a pearl necklace and Dad footed most of the Mother's Day bill by getting her a Pierre Cardin bag, Lancome's Miracles Perfume, Estee Lauder Pleasures perfume set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1425513520297235012?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1425513520297235012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1425513520297235012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1425513520297235012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1425513520297235012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/05/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rk_TzFem_LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Zm_r7qd6lS8/s72-c/P5130386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-375458146839093370</id><published>2007-05-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:13:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraught, Distressed and Dismal</title><content type='html'>Argh, I'm totally stressed out! I can't imagine how I'm going to handle next Tuesday! FYI, I have three freaking relatively major tests stretched the whole day on Tuesday! There's that Chemistry Practical Trial, the Chemistry faculty test (includes 4-5 major topics) and most importantly, Biology Practical Skill A! Need I say more people? I'm distraught, distressed and definitely dismal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked as the last day of our eight-week endeavours of Service Learning (SL) - a reading programme for primary school children. Phew, three cheers for our emancipation!!! (at least, until the make-up classes begin...soon). Normally, I'd love to hang around with kids, especially so when they're still adorable toddlers, but in these few weeks, I have decided to abstain from having children ever! You might judge me to be the biggest biatch but some of these Primary 1/2 children are undoubtedly incarnates of evil! My kids are fine, a little bit mischevious at times, but 2-3 of the other kids I've come into contact with are seriously a bunch of satans. There's the one that was rude to Qashrul one time that Qash got so angry that he stormed out of the class, looking for the teacher-in-charge. That little bugger didn't change after that incident, instead, moved on to insulting me on various occasions. Once, he insulted the way I looked (not going to mention it) and then he keeps on coming to me on consecutive sessions stating that he'd like to kick me. Biatch, much? Oh, just yesterday, he did the same thing, plus shoved his brand new coloring book at my face, after I've given my kid his less-prestigious one and he kept on jumping in on my photo-takings with my kid. I swear to God, if he weren't anybody else's child, I'd totally explode! Ass ***! He spoilt my entrire service learning experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some photos from yesterday's last session. Thanks Xue Ling for the snapshots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvJJORtL_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7_Fudk5qJpo/s1600-h/561122077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvJJORtL_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7_Fudk5qJpo/s320/561122077l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060859766569250802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvJVeRtMAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JmbnAukUnW4/s1600-h/366461110l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvJVeRtMAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JmbnAukUnW4/s320/366461110l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060859977022648322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some personal updates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my photos has been chosen for an inter-school photography exhibition organised by MJC. The showcase featuring works of students from MJC, VJC and TPJC will be set up in the school foyer from 5 to 11 May. So, keep a lookout for it! Here's the photo that's chosen entitled 'Endeavour':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvK5eRtMBI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gRFx1NV0280/s1600-h/837086164l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvK5eRtMBI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gRFx1NV0280/s320/837086164l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060861695009566738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got to get back to studying now. Wish me luck for Tragic Tuesday...Gulps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-375458146839093370?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/375458146839093370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=375458146839093370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/375458146839093370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/375458146839093370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/distraught-distressed-and-dismal.html' title='Distraught, Distressed and Dismal'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RjvJJORtL_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7_Fudk5qJpo/s72-c/561122077l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-3227026673465055003</id><published>2007-04-27T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:00:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Gave Back, whole-heartedly</title><content type='html'>I applaud Fox Network's American Idol and participating organizations for their outstanding showcase of the human condition in their special charity concert, 'Idol Gives Back', on Wednesday and Thursday nights. 'Idol Gives Back' banded Americans and the international community  together and raised funds and awareness of the misfortunes of those suffering in Africa and even America such as poverty, illiteracy and HIV. For the first time in Idol history, the show appears to be more than merely a singing competition, but rather, a cause for healing. In its special 2-hour results show last night, the fund-raiser featured truly inspiring performances by Kelly Clarkson, Il Divo, Josh Groban, Earth, Wind and Fire, Carrie Underwood and many other great artistes; and inspiring video clips revealing the touching and emotional stories of the victims to appeal for the American community's support. By far, over US$60 million has been raised and counting. The final amount to be announced on Idol next week. It's shows like this one that truly highlights the importance of mankind's coming together to fight for a cause worth fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, there's still hope and humanity in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some performances from last night's amazing 'Idol Gives Back'. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nKe-JLDE3w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nKe-JLDE3w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIAXx9cvvsI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIAXx9cvvsI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRSDWhxAqBA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRSDWhxAqBA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xrr4qSsBf4o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xrr4qSsBf4o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3227026673465055003?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3227026673465055003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3227026673465055003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3227026673465055003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3227026673465055003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/idol-gave-back-whole-heartedly.html' title='Idol Gave Back, whole-heartedly'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-1398642444999705493</id><published>2007-04-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:05:16.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's a company, Nine's a Crowd</title><content type='html'>There's just something about family that gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling. Especially when it comes to being in a huge one like mine. It's about connection, love and understanding which makes the ties that bind more sacred and treasured. I spent one whole weekend with my large dysfunctional family and definitely no regrets not studying because there's only one life, and I choose to live it; one family, and I choose to be with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and aunt from Kuala Lumpur went down to Singapore on Friday night as dear cuz, Masayu, had to go for some convention at (pause for dramatic effect) the Ritz - Carlton! Since her convention started on Monday, her hotel room was booked from Sunday onwards, so she and her mom stayed over at my Grandma's place on Friday night and my place on Saturday night. Here are the events of my tiring, but wholesome weekend with my big fat 'jakon' (malay slang for naivete) family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;One thing to note: it's always a feast for every meal when we're together. For Saturday night, Dad splurged on Indonesian cuisine at Sanur in Ngee Ann City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4MH9W3XQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EJlmqU6QeqI/s1600-h/P4210101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4MH9W3XQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EJlmqU6QeqI/s320/P4210101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056992762452729090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival of the guest of honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4N7tW3XRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/XdllB_8Iijc/s1600-h/P4210123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4N7tW3XRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/XdllB_8Iijc/s320/P4210123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056994751022587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and cousin from KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Qi9W3XSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wBgjtEsxOlg/s1600-h/P4210124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Qi9W3XSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wBgjtEsxOlg/s320/P4210124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056997624355708194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food glorious food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that eating, we decided to bowl at Marina Square. Uncle Ansar trashed all of us at it and apparently, bowling is not my niche, evident by the fact that I ended with the second lowest score. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Q9NW3XTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZcudDDSkkyQ/s1600-h/P4210144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Q9NW3XTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZcudDDSkkyQ/s320/P4210144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056998075327274290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Uncle, swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4R5NW3XUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ctVszDsDoOc/s1600-h/P4210156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4R5NW3XUI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ctVszDsDoOc/s320/P4210156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056999106119425346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family convening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we resumed our weekly Saturday night movie tradition at Golden Village Marina and watched "Turistas" about the dangers experienced by a group of tourists in remote Brazil once targeted by an insidious doctor involved in stealing organs from the tourists. It's utterly gross and not for the faint hearted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;The next day afternoon, the whole family packed and headed to East Coast Park for lunch/picnic. Apparently, we were serious about the whole gathering and even pitched a tent cause we couldn't get a pavillion. Anyway, just hanged and later rode on bikes/blades with the parents, the cuz, the sis. Unfortunately, the rain dampened everything for us, so we went back home and refreshed ourselves before going...guess?...for dinner. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4S89W3XVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BMDYDOspmtQ/s1600-h/P4220179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4S89W3XVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BMDYDOspmtQ/s320/P4220179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057000270055562578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UPNW3XWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zbCJmfiLDjo/s1600-h/P4220184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UPNW3XWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zbCJmfiLDjo/s320/P4220184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057001683099802978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UZdW3XXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CIweW9gY6G8/s1600-h/P4220190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UZdW3XXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CIweW9gY6G8/s320/P4220190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057001859193462130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Ue9W3XYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0NEyQ5b8qKo/s1600-h/P4220192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4Ue9W3XYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/0NEyQ5b8qKo/s320/P4220192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057001953682742658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we (as in the whole family) followed my cuz and Aunt to check in at the Ritz. It was so hilarious! The hotel was amazing, but couldn't get much photos as my cam died halfway. Aww. The room, costing about $500 per night, is so huge and comfortable. The room has a magnificent view of the city skyline, a ginormous bathroom equipped with a wide bathtub overlooking the city, amazing bedding, a flat screen LCD TV and more. Just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UptW3XZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XXmQ-TSr6AM/s1600-h/P4220204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UptW3XZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XXmQ-TSr6AM/s320/P4220204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057002138366336402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UwNW3XaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/r52DPn4Y4Bc/s1600-h/P4230231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4UwNW3XaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/r52DPn4Y4Bc/s320/P4230231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057002250035486114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WTNW3XcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XGEukuZXrc4/s1600-h/P4230251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WTNW3XcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XGEukuZXrc4/s320/P4230251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003950842535362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WLdW3XbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/h7xmvETrhnE/s1600-h/P4230247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WLdW3XbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/h7xmvETrhnE/s320/P4230247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003817698549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WedW3XdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AfCDCdeU_qU/s1600-h/P4230253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WedW3XdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/AfCDCdeU_qU/s320/P4230253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057004144116063698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WmNW3XeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CV9lL_6cONM/s1600-h/P4230256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4WmNW3XeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CV9lL_6cONM/s320/P4230256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057004277260049890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got out again and headed for Mustaffa Centre for some late night shopping. So, for those who've seen me on Monday morning looking all frazzled, this was the reason for it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Monday, my elder sis, got back from London after two weeks (as London is super costly), so once again, the family support unit got to the airport to welcome her home. Then, headed to Jln Kayu for a welcome home dinner for my sister, and also as a farewell dinner for my Aunt and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Pictures of sister's trip to London and Paris to be posted next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the Biology viruses test earlier, I rushed home via cab (which was painstakingly hard to get) to bid farewell to my aunt and cousin, scheduled for a flight out at 7pm. It was really emotional for me and difficult also. It's just so hard to get use to being all alone again, after having had this incredible weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1398642444999705493?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1398642444999705493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1398642444999705493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1398642444999705493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1398642444999705493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/twos-company-nines-crowd.html' title='Two&apos;s a company, Nine&apos;s a Crowd'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Ri4MH9W3XQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EJlmqU6QeqI/s72-c/P4210101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1622729253482877592</id><published>2007-04-15T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:26:24.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Remember Her</title><content type='html'>I miss you, my darling sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to test out the saying - 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' and find it to be true. My elder sister's gone to London for an attachment programme with BBC for one whole month. Isn't that grand? I'm so happy (and envious of) for her. Right before she left, I dared her to stand on the London Bridge so she could verse Fergie's song out loud. I wonder if she'd actually do it. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a week since she departed, but to all of us, it felt so much longer than that. I miss her so, and can't wait for her to return in three weeks' time (with gifts!). From her daily text messages to my mother, she seemed to be having a blast up there in central London together with her pal, Sabrina. She's heading to Paris on Monday via the bullet train to visit the Louvre, Eiffel Tower and her favourite, Disneyland! Oh man... She messaged me last night also mentioning that she'd saw Justin Timberlake shopping in London! ...&lt;br /&gt;One catch living in London is that the stuff there are like freaking costly, seriously. So much so that my big sis has to resort to the revolting instant noodles she'd brought from Singapore. Hope she finds an alternative before her body gets hooked on to all that MSG and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just hope she does okay and I pray for her health. Love you sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1622729253482877592?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1622729253482877592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1622729253482877592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1622729253482877592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1622729253482877592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-forget-to-remember-her.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Remember Her'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-6810844879552084696</id><published>2007-04-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:25:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Means to be Sick</title><content type='html'>I guess what goes around comes around, huh? I bet you'd know what I mean after reading my heinous post towards my youngest sister. No, I'm not on the path of redemption yet, but that's a whole different story. This one began four days ago with a bunch of grapes totally to blame for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tonsilities. It's an infection and inflammation of the throat area caused by viruses or bacteria. It might seem to be a little thing to be concerned with, but this type of throat infection causes high and prolonged fever for up to one week! Anyway, I contracted it on Sunday night but on Monday morning, I felt as if my throat had just been ripped off! Ouch, it actually hurts whenever I gulp, eat, and periodically when I'm lying down. An added bonus to a fine symptom would be that of the fever. I went to the doctor's twice (not the best way to go about it) to get my MC extended because of my inability to concentrate and tendency to sleep (because of those darn cold drugs). So, three days of non-education stay home period for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try to do my tutorials, I would fall asleep no matter what. Aside from the never-ending attempts of doing work, I kept gulping down soup to soothe my throat. But, nada. The only upside was that I got to see daytime television, which I've always wondered what it'd be like. Trust me, I totally became the typical housewife these past three days watching talkshows from Debbie Travis' Facelift to the Martha Stewart Show, and Oprah to Tyra. To perk me out of the sickness, I watched Friends at 6pm and end up sleeping all over again. It's one vicious cycle that's so unhealthy. One thing curious was that I seem to be losing weight despite all that drinking. Curious... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to school on Friday and then went back home at 12 cause I couldn't stand it. Disha and Nur (Angels) accompanied me to get the release form and escorted me out of college. Thank you, you guys. Bless ya'll! Thanks to all of those people who helped me by borrowing their notes to me and ask me of my health also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before i pass out again, I bid thee farewell! And goodnight! Pray for my recovery! God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-6810844879552084696?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/6810844879552084696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=6810844879552084696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6810844879552084696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6810844879552084696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-it-means-to-be-sick.html' title='What It Means to be Sick'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-3251168282509535945</id><published>2007-04-01T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:01:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Evil</title><content type='html'>She's no longer the person I had loved once. Who has she turned into? It just hurts sometimes just to look at my youngest 16-year-old sister and see what she had transformed into. It even hurts more to see my parents hurting over every action she's taken and the disastrous path she is leading. I have renounced and relinquished my responsibilities as an elder brother to protect her after all the pain she has put this family through... and what she has put me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is evil. She looks innocent and sweet from the outside, but do not be deceived. Let me tell you something, her actions does not reflect upon my parents' capabilities of raising a child whatsoever. Obviously, they've done that marvellously well raising my elder sister and I. This is rather a mere tomato-gone-rotten case whereby bad peer influence and the lack of faith is to blame for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is evil. She hangs out with the bad company and because my parents work hard all day, she takes the slightest opportunity to just to leave the house. She rarely sleeps at night and talks lengthily on the phone in the middle of the night (escalating her phone bills up to $100 per month with my parents paying it for her). She sneaks out late in the afternoon and returns, every night at 1am. She avoids seeing her family for dinner and barely utters a word to any of them. She takes things without permission and thinks she's the Queen of England by hogging the bathroom, screaming at the top of her lungs to shoosh us and to get food from the maid, from the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is evil. And I'll never forgive her for choosing her friends over her family. She couldn't even be bothered to communicate with any of her family and relatives, not to mention her 70 year-old grandmoms, her aunts and uncles. For instance, how would you describe a snobbish, rude girl when she walks into your house (not hers), and without a word, enters in one of your rooms and locks the door to lie down? I'd call her a cold-hearted, wretched, incomparable bi***!! She listens to her iPod in the car and chooses to be nice only to her parents either when she is financially deprived or just needs something to her own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is evil. And I'll hate her forever. Despite all she's done, and you don't know the half of it, my parents still take her under their wings, hoping that this phase would simply pass, as it had once did for me. Seriously though, to me, she's just a lost cause I am willing to forget. And though my heart aches to type each and every word of this down, it breaks my heart even more when I remember that that creature was once my flesh and blood, my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-3251168282509535945?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3251168282509535945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3251168282509535945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3251168282509535945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3251168282509535945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-is-evil.html' title='She is Evil'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-4507713800693389922</id><published>2007-03-31T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:37:07.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toast to Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rg1KmyZAqoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sUcQnuM0gmc/s1600-h/freedomwritersposter1-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rg1KmyZAqoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sUcQnuM0gmc/s320/freedomwritersposter1-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047772787574352514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From MTV Pictures comes an inspiring story, 'Freedom Writers' based on the true events and the diaries of real Long Beach, Californian teens after the 1992 LA riots and outbreak of interracial gang warfare. Set in the mid 90's, the plot revolves around the lives of teenagers immersed in these brutalities and how one passionate, determined teacher, Erin, played by Academy Award winner Hilary Swank, changed their perception of life. Erin, originally oblivious to the reality of racism and conflict existing amongst the American Latinos, African Americans and Asians, soon understands and comes to terms with the fact that all these teenagers ever needed was support and continual encouragement. Erin, also known as 'Ms G', hands out journals to her students to write their past, present and future in, granting her with insight of her students' hardships, trials and thoughts. From discussing controversial and relevant issues such as the Holocaust and The Diary of Anne Frank in class, Erin remarkably bands these teens together as The Freedom Writers and make them realise that they are much more similar to one another than they'd ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Freedom Writers', though reviewed as predictable by critics, is probably one of the best movies viewed recently. And I am not saying this just because I'm a huge Hilary Swank fan, but rather, due to its strong inspiring  and effective message sent across to viewers. The case study of the Holocaust and the discrimination of the Jews particularly stands out and relates truly well to the events of the story. It is definitely, contrary to popular belief, one film that really doesn't dissappoint. (**** stars).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-4507713800693389922?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/4507713800693389922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=4507713800693389922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4507713800693389922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4507713800693389922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/03/toast-to-change.html' title='A Toast to Change'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rg1KmyZAqoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sUcQnuM0gmc/s72-c/freedomwritersposter1-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-4926531633645364827</id><published>2007-03-25T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:34:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and You Shall Receive</title><content type='html'>Just a message I'd like to share:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take anyone for granted. You never know when you might lose them. In the fragility and brevity of life God has given to us, we should always cherish the ones we love. Love them, respect them, just be with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to the Parent-Teachers' Meet at the College in the afternoon. Mama wasn't feeling well actually, but somehow, despite me advising her to stay in bed, kept insisting of going for the thing. We sat through the Principal's address and Mama actually commented that the Principal seemed very 'cartoon'. I've seriously got to sit Ms Helena Chew down sometime and ask what's her formula for being chipper all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right after the 'brief' address, Mama and I sprang from our seats (which were conveniently near to the exit) and rushed to meet my Civics tutor, Mrs Chew. Salle, Disha, Nur, Abigail and Hanan accompanied their parents to the thing too. Cliff notes version: Salle looked mat, Disha and Nur were still Disha and Nur, Abigail was a whole lot of nervous. Ma'am was talking incessantly to each of our parents that I even considered signalling her when five minutes had passed with a red flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am, first of all, insisted on calling me Khairul, when everybody else calls me Raja. And well, you know what she'd say right? Erm. Anyways, she kept on going about doing some volunteerism to help me get into a University. Also, gosh was I so thrilled when she didn't rat me out by saying that I'm so bloody quiet in class. Phew. Ah, God must really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we met Ms Liu (Biology teacher) and guess what she said about me? Exactly the same thing Ma'am did. Haha. So it lasted for about five minutes and then we're off to find Mr Loke (Math) and Ms Devi (Chemistry). But, since they're so busy, we called it quits and headed off for tea time at Kampong Glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Mama and I explored the wild, teenage-infested Far East Plaza and ended up at Ramen Tan - a Japanese 'Halal' restaurant just to test out. It was really hilarious. First of all, we couldn't eat with the chopsticks so we requested for forks and spoons. Mama couldn't swallow anything that's cooked, except for the rice. Papa couldn't open a sealed bowl of soup and ended up spilling its content all over Mama. We looked so foreign I swear people were actually laughing. We immediately up and fled within minutes and headed for the movies at Shaw Brother's Lido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bean's Holiday was like any other Mr Bean television episode - filled with slapstick Mr Bean antics that, to me, seemed to be used one too many times, that I've grown to develop a numbness towards. The best out of me throughout the entire movie was just a giggle, that's all. Watch it, only if you must!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-4926531633645364827?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/4926531633645364827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=4926531633645364827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4926531633645364827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4926531633645364827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/03/meet-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Meet and You Shall Receive'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-7344007649370664654</id><published>2007-03-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:23:51.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Family</title><content type='html'>I apologise for not updating in weeks because my computer keeps on hanging, all the time. I was so annoyed with it that I even considered smashing it into bits and pieces whenever it bloody hanged. I sent that darn piece of junk that passed off as a Mac G5 to the service centre by the way and the repair would definitely cost a bomb. So, let's move on to a new subject before I begin cursing Steve Jobs anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came - Class outing day at East Coast Park! Got to say, we did a whole lot more of cam-whoring than cycling/rollerblading there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_xDVGp8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_YBG3n1eWXU/s1600-h/P1020542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_xDVGp8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_YBG3n1eWXU/s320/P1020542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015147185205570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_xvFGp8VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/431xdAm6N-E/s1600-h/DSC05903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_xvFGp8VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/431xdAm6N-E/s320/DSC05903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044015898804482386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kuala Lumpur to pay a visit to my relatives over there. My dearest cousin, Masliza and her family moved out recently, so we came just to give our support. I had a blast over there! From shopping to eating (and more eating), I spent so much time with my family that I've grown to love them even more. Without writing an entire recount of it, I'll just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1FGp8WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/x-rC9nhdhZM/s1600-h/P1020612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1FGp8WI/AAAAAAAAAVE/x-rC9nhdhZM/s320/P1020612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044017101395325282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My nephew, Haikal, loves rock &amp; roll!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1VGp8XI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-BMSxylLnrY/s1600-h/P1020620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1VGp8XI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-BMSxylLnrY/s320/P1020620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044017105690292594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cutee niece, Alia and Haikal!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1lGp8YI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ebn2YsynpZ8/s1600-h/P1020683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y1lGp8YI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ebn2YsynpZ8/s320/P1020683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044017109985259906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sister with cuz Masayu/Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y11Gp8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HETT23DGwag/s1600-h/P1020684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y11Gp8ZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/HETT23DGwag/s320/P1020684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044017114280227218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nephew Ismail and niece Aqeelah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y2VGp8aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DWxeMDgYTmg/s1600-h/P1020688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_y2VGp8aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DWxeMDgYTmg/s320/P1020688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044017122870161826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aunty Idah and Uncle Ansar at Putrajaya!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_0_FGp8bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6iPwNnYrYMs/s1600-h/P1020691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_0_FGp8bI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6iPwNnYrYMs/s320/P1020691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044019472217272754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Loves of my life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1DlGp8cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZR7eH3hk82I/s1600-h/P1020745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1DlGp8cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZR7eH3hk82I/s320/P1020745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044019549526684098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My Big Fat Malaysian/Singaporean Family&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1EFGp8dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CLXKhdurk7A/s1600-h/P1020752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1EFGp8dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CLXKhdurk7A/s320/P1020752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044019558116618706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1ElGp8eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_lVcqtaA7j4/s1600-h/P1020764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1ElGp8eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_lVcqtaA7j4/s320/P1020764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044019566706553314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1FFGp8fI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VdSR11VdRYU/s1600-h/P1020817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_1FFGp8fI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VdSR11VdRYU/s320/P1020817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044019575296487922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bowl, people, bowl!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in KL, we dined at T.G.I Fridays (coincidentally on Friday) and gorged on scrumptious Western cuisine like steaks, fish and chips etc. Celebrated cousin's (Masayu's) birthday. The whole staff brought out the cake and sang in raucous unison of "We will rock you!". Totally amazing! Way to go you 25, erm, i mean seventeen year old, Kak Ayu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4cVGp8mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TnEL-kpYPsE/s1600-h/P1020890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4cVGp8mI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TnEL-kpYPsE/s320/P1020890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044023273263329890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2y1Gp8gI/AAAAAAAAAWU/M2EVxd8CO_E/s1600-h/P1020839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2y1Gp8gI/AAAAAAAAAWU/M2EVxd8CO_E/s320/P1020839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021460787130882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2zFGp8hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qkaSU3Xcgrk/s1600-h/P1020862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2zFGp8hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qkaSU3Xcgrk/s320/P1020862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021465082098194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2zVGp8iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M17Tw6WABZk/s1600-h/P1020868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2zVGp8iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M17Tw6WABZk/s320/P1020868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021469377065506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2z1Gp8jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vQ8as_sfMQM/s1600-h/P1020875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_2z1Gp8jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vQ8as_sfMQM/s320/P1020875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021477967000114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_20FGp8kI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TnjeNFB_pbM/s1600-h/P1020876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_20FGp8kI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TnjeNFB_pbM/s320/P1020876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021482261967426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4cFGp8lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KodPb58qa5M/s1600-h/P1020883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4cFGp8lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/KodPb58qa5M/s320/P1020883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044023268968362578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4clGp8nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CP7hL2HKQk4/s1600-h/P1020919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4clGp8nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CP7hL2HKQk4/s320/P1020919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044023277558297202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We're off to the Karaoke, baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4c1Gp8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sZnG97zNQgs/s1600-h/P1020921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4c1Gp8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sZnG97zNQgs/s320/P1020921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044023281853264514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4dFGp8pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DaPhGCQE1vc/s1600-h/P1020924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_4dFGp8pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DaPhGCQE1vc/s320/P1020924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044023286148231826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Drunk, and proud of it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_65lGp8qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MF3gLnCq1HU/s1600-h/P1030031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_65lGp8qI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MF3gLnCq1HU/s320/P1030031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044025974797759138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_651Gp8rI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E15VJP2wcFY/s1600-h/P1030033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_651Gp8rI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E15VJP2wcFY/s320/P1030033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044025979092726450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I shall miss them so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-7344007649370664654?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7344007649370664654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7344007649370664654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7344007649370664654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7344007649370664654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/03/importance-of-being-family.html' title='The Importance of Being Family'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rf_xDVGp8UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_YBG3n1eWXU/s72-c/P1020542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-840656989110535309</id><published>2007-02-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:20:22.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-tisket, A tasket</title><content type='html'>Yet another unfruitful day it was yesterday. I guess that's the post-examination effect that everyone has to deal with at some point in their lives (or at most points for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get out of the house. Feeling suffocated and terribly bored with doing any studying, I just up and went to get my parents' anniversary gift at Orchard Road by myself. Ah, the life of a loner. Anyway, I pondered as I walked on what I was to get for them and within my very limited budget of 40 bucks. While I was walking round Takashimaya doing so, I suddenly heard my name from across the hall. I craned my neck to face in that direction and then shock sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all teachers I could've run into, I ran into Mrs Chew and her husband! (FYI: Ma'am's my GP tutor/Civics tutor/former PW ST). All of a sudden I could feel all my blood rushing to my head, and all I could recall doing was smile feebly and waved in her direction. She approached me and introduced me to her husband. Quite a decent looking, YOUNGER, man to me. She asked me what I was doing there and she teased that I was there to look for some presents for my girlfriend. I was vehemently objecting to that statement and told her the actual reason for my shopping. We parted and I couldn't help but smile a bit upon reflecting how I reacted to seeing her. I could've sworn she saw my face blush a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I ended up getting my parents something cheesy which I promised I'd avoid. What's more cheesy as compared to a picture-printed couple mugs with their wedding photos on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, gone to the beach to walk in the afternoon and at night, the family and I went to Secret Recipes at Siglap for dinner. Rented some DVDs and rushed to Plaza Singapura to catch our Saturday night movie this week - Adrift. A definite suspense-thriller bound to keep you off a yacht. So, I guess that's all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-840656989110535309?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/840656989110535309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=840656989110535309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/840656989110535309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/840656989110535309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/02/yet-another-unfruitful-day-it-was.html' title='A-tisket, A tasket'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-4308188562685362499</id><published>2007-02-10T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T03:33:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Fast' Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rc6nhgCZhmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/q01jUD6Fvmg/s1600-h/showdata-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rc6nhgCZhmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/q01jUD6Fvmg/s320/showdata-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030142027796940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rc6npwCZhnI/AAAAAAAAATE/7-AYpzDw9wg/s1600-h/showdata-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rc6npwCZhnI/AAAAAAAAATE/7-AYpzDw9wg/s320/showdata-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030142169530861170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the College Road Run at East Coast Park in the morning, I met up with the class to Disha's place. Hanged at her place for some time and watched a movie, 'Stay Alive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway afterwards to get something to congratulate my sister's improved performance in her O levels. She did pretty well and accomplished a feat not many others could - an A for English. So got her a cup of Starbucks' Hot chocolate and Famous Amos' brownies and cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats Babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The family celebrated her good performance and suppered at The Carousel (yup similar place as last week's hi tea), which opens 24-hours now. Here are some photos I took as I try to keep my eyes open past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIVgCZhlI/AAAAAAAAASU/0EU0GWvaF6A/s1600-h/P1010916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIVgCZhlI/AAAAAAAAASU/0EU0GWvaF6A/s320/P1010916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029615155568805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIPwCZhkI/AAAAAAAAASM/vdjQjz0GJ8M/s1600-h/P1010917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIPwCZhkI/AAAAAAAAASM/vdjQjz0GJ8M/s320/P1010917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029615056784557634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIJwCZhjI/AAAAAAAAASE/un6-2fDfR98/s1600-h/P1010918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIJwCZhjI/AAAAAAAAASE/un6-2fDfR98/s320/P1010918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614953705342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIEACZhiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UczJxRNtGvc/s1600-h/P1010922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczIEACZhiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UczJxRNtGvc/s320/P1010922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614854921094690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczH8ACZhhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GjuMNgEkZIA/s1600-h/P1010929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczH8ACZhhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GjuMNgEkZIA/s320/P1010929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614717482141202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczH2QCZhgI/AAAAAAAAARs/zIkiEnFb-lY/s1600-h/P1010930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczH2QCZhgI/AAAAAAAAARs/zIkiEnFb-lY/s320/P1010930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614618697893378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczHwACZhfI/AAAAAAAAARk/SC83kC-yC4s/s1600-h/P1010932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczHwACZhfI/AAAAAAAAARk/SC83kC-yC4s/s320/P1010932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614511323710962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczHqgCZheI/AAAAAAAAARc/0hLyvAy8Qqg/s1600-h/P1010945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RczHqgCZheI/AAAAAAAAARc/0hLyvAy8Qqg/s320/P1010945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029614416834430434" 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/14177696-4308188562685362499?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/4308188562685362499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=4308188562685362499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4308188562685362499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/4308188562685362499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/02/fast-supper.html' title='The &apos;Fast&apos; Supper'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rc6nhgCZhmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/q01jUD6Fvmg/s72-c/showdata-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-3760750817634696573</id><published>2007-02-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:08:41.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photography Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3jwCZhSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ic2kr5oYZJI/s1600-h/showdata.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3jwCZhSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ic2kr5oYZJI/s320/showdata.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174496219202850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new CCA - TPJC's Photography Club 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First photography club outing at Changi Point. Tired ourselves out walking from Point A to Point B in three hours. Was enthusiastically snapping photos for the first few minutes and gave up halfway (unlike Salleh who was like clicking the Digi SLR every 5 seconds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the newly-renovated Carousel (previously known as Cafe Vienna) at the Royal Plaza on Scotts recently for Hi-tea to thank my Grandmama for staying with us in anticipation of the new maid's arrival. They had the whole kitchen-concept that was indeed laudable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3QACZhRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_w214dk2UOI/s1600-h/P1010870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3QACZhRI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_w214dk2UOI/s320/P1010870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029174156916786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3GgCZhQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_VDYRY_L7mc/s1600-h/P1010872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3GgCZhQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_VDYRY_L7mc/s320/P1010872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173993708029186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs29gCZhPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3D3kxWRElC8/s1600-h/P1010858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs29gCZhPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3D3kxWRElC8/s320/P1010858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173839089206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2pQCZhOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1NeRrmsOBPY/s1600-h/P1010828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2pQCZhOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1NeRrmsOBPY/s320/P1010828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173491196855522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2iwCZhNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RFdwkB_OWqQ/s1600-h/P1010837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2iwCZhNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RFdwkB_OWqQ/s320/P1010837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173379527705810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2cACZhMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L1mNw97ARuc/s1600-h/P1010813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2cACZhMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/L1mNw97ARuc/s320/P1010813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173263563588802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2TACZhLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1pJNBPQ8vwY/s1600-h/P1010827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2TACZhLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/1pJNBPQ8vwY/s320/P1010827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173108944766130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Sister, Aunty Dah, Sumarsih (new maid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2LACZhKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QAS97f-BgY8/s1600-h/P1010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs2LACZhKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QAS97f-BgY8/s320/P1010822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172971505812642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs11QCZhJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rzGr_VnQxXQ/s1600-h/P1010799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs11QCZhJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/rzGr_VnQxXQ/s320/P1010799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172597843657874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs1jACZhII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kyPEeF0XqaA/s1600-h/P1010742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs1jACZhII/AAAAAAAAAN8/kyPEeF0XqaA/s320/P1010742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172284311045250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs1dACZhHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/epJKTbfTON0/s1600-h/P1010721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs1dACZhHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/epJKTbfTON0/s320/P1010721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029172181231830130" 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/14177696-3760750817634696573?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/3760750817634696573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=3760750817634696573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3760750817634696573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/3760750817634696573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-photography-frenzy.html' title='My Photography Frenzy'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/Rcs3jwCZhSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ic2kr5oYZJI/s72-c/showdata.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-9132254302622872949</id><published>2007-01-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:20:29.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>We were humiliatingly high on ice cream midnight last night as we celebrated my Big Sis' 22nd Birthday at Swensens. Still reeling from the ice-cream hangovers, here are some pictures to share. Oh before I end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjJ1cYFcSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hz5IQe2Ryn0/s1600-h/P1010532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjJ1cYFcSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hz5IQe2Ryn0/s320/P1010532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023987304319250722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjKOsYFcTI/AAAAAAAAANY/y1DWn4RMUIs/s1600-h/P1010548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjKOsYFcTI/AAAAAAAAANY/y1DWn4RMUIs/s320/P1010548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023987738110947634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjKeMYFcUI/AAAAAAAAANg/QNuTBmaUKL8/s1600-h/P1010529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjKeMYFcUI/AAAAAAAAANg/QNuTBmaUKL8/s320/P1010529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023988004398920002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-9132254302622872949?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/9132254302622872949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=9132254302622872949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9132254302622872949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9132254302622872949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/01/midnight-rendezvous.html' title='Midnight Rendezvous'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RbjJ1cYFcSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hz5IQe2Ryn0/s72-c/P1010532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1797166715549266349</id><published>2007-01-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:11:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasn't Maid Enough For Me</title><content type='html'>Ever wished for something, but somehow, once you've gotten it, something just seems out of place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case. I wanted to deport my family's maid, well out of Singapore and out of our lives. Now, I'm just feeling so sad for my mom, who has to take over household (with a little bit of my help of course) for the while despite working 9 to 6 nonetheless. It's the same old story you would hear from the moms, aunts and grandmamas. Lazy, incompetent, unethical, stubborn and hugely 'manner-less'. There's only so much we can all deal with these incessantly annoying character flaws of the foreign domestic help. What's bothering us was that we're actually paying her to not clean the house, read the newspapers, sleep, watch television and just lie about everything. Never mind maid abuse, what about the mental and emotional torture they put employers through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the number of cases out there whereby domestic maids are involved in serious and reckless misdemeanors. From sex to child abuse, from stealing to spiking employers' food, these cases somehow do not get published or reported in the newspapers. Instead, the officials are fighting for them such as implementing measures for free days in the week. Do not read me wrong, because I know they're humans too and they should get human rights as well. Food, shelter, medicine if necessary, should be a must. But are cellphones, cosmetics, free off days etc basic necessities for a maid, nonetheless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. They're more of privileges. Privileges are earned, not expected from. In a world where meritocracy brings about the successes in life, I thought we should all know how to differentiate these terms by now. It's a doggy dog world out there, and we must all achieve for excellence in order to reap the fruits of success. So until this mentality is acknowledged and acted upon, unfortunately, we're all still going to end up back in the vicious cycle of changing the maids as often as we change the bedsheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1797166715549266349?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1797166715549266349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1797166715549266349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1797166715549266349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1797166715549266349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/01/wasnt-maid-enough-for-me.html' title='Wasn&apos;t Maid Enough For Me'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-1797596430780003995</id><published>2007-01-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:39:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting off on the 'Write' Gear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;~2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first post of the year. Three school days just passed and boy, do I feel so blue. I look back on those times of freedom during the holiday season, and it makes me feel extremely depressed. To add on to my misery, I know that I've got to start preparing for the 'A' Levels. Ah, the disappearing act of my once joyous, fulfilling life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my social life. Poof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, snore, chill. Poof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing the books in bookstores. Poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato couching. Poof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school really wasn't all that bad. It was a relatively short day. No complains there. But I have to admit I was beginning to feel intimidated by my friends upon seeing them  busy studying for the topical tests, which I wasn't (isn't) prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightfully, I've got a bad feeling about the Math test we had today. I was so rusty and so so so unprepared to sit for that paper. Argh. Well, no point crying over spilled milk, right? I've got to persevere for my next two papers - Chemistry and Biology!! I CAN do it! ....i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-1797596430780003995?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1797596430780003995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1797596430780003995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1797596430780003995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1797596430780003995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2007/01/starting-off-on-write-gear.html' title='Starting off on the &apos;Write&apos; Gear'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-5611299694207653269</id><published>2006-12-29T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:49:16.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annyong-hasseyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Korean greeting from the heart as I return home with newly-acquired knowledge of the Korean language and culture. We had an amazing six days, touring South Korea. We even experienced some drama, which South Korea is popularly renowned for. Feeling a tad too jet lag, here are some pictures and brief commentary on the places we've visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One/Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4nX9kebJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/H0ikbC-NmYo/s1600-h/P1000105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4nX9kebJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/H0ikbC-NmYo/s320/P1000105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016490327555337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kodak moment on board Asiana Airlines to Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4nl9kebKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EfM2hoWvXs0/s1600-h/P1000136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4nl9kebKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/EfM2hoWvXs0/s320/P1000136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016490568073505954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daejanggum Drama Theme Park - Filming location for S. Korean Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSd6KD4KVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q5DUtSQdlT4/s1600-h/P1000149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSd6KD4KVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q5DUtSQdlT4/s320/P1000149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013805907628796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4n6NkebLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cLW-K3DBnwQ/s1600-h/P1000149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4n6NkebLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cLW-K3DBnwQ/s320/P1000149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016490915965856946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4oLNkebMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uCuXQ-O7L08/s1600-h/P1000158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4oLNkebMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uCuXQ-O7L08/s320/P1000158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016491208023633090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meditating a solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4obdkebNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RpLxHvgSk2c/s1600-h/P1000189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4obdkebNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RpLxHvgSk2c/s320/P1000189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016491487196507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korean delicacy - Kimchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Comment on Korean food: It's really no wonder why Koreans seem healthy. That's because they're staple food is mainly vegetables and mushrooms cooked minimally with oil and seasoning. What I also noticed was that they're into sweet things and do not eat fast food with chilli sauce. &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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4oydkebOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7Od3m6dG5U/s1600-h/P1000285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4oydkebOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e7Od3m6dG5U/s320/P1000285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016491882333498594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everland Theme Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miles and miles of pure fun (and caramel corn aroma), the theme park houses unbelievable rides (with way unbelievable queues). Wait for an hour to get on one ride. One downside though: Koreans are generally not known for their basic courtesy, evidenced by the countless  elbowing, without any apology whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSgHqD4KZI/AAAAAAAAACY/lAlhEQ6iRys/s1600-h/P1000356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSgHqD4KZI/AAAAAAAAACY/lAlhEQ6iRys/s320/P1000356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013808338580285842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSgsKD4KaI/AAAAAAAAACg/dzubY425b-0/s1600-h/P1000357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSgsKD4KaI/AAAAAAAAACg/dzubY425b-0/s320/P1000357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013808965645511074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4r09kebWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hvnpKTlrXJU/s1600-h/P1000356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4r09kebWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hvnpKTlrXJU/s320/P1000356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016495223818055010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4sKtkebXI/AAAAAAAAALY/P7bb8gVc1TI/s1600-h/P1000357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4sKtkebXI/AAAAAAAAALY/P7bb8gVc1TI/s320/P1000357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016495597480209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drama unfolds at Nami Island - Filming Location for Winter Sonata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The filming site for the hit Korean drama series, Winter Sonata, Nami Island similarly became an instant tourist attraction from absolute obscurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSopaD4KmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NfteXmcDN9c/s1600-h/P1000405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSopaD4KmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NfteXmcDN9c/s320/P1000405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013817714493893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSpsaD4KoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/INB5xHBZDwY/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSpsaD4KoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/INB5xHBZDwY/s320/P1000415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013818865545128578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4retkebVI/AAAAAAAAALI/62FveVBNb4E/s1600-h/P1000399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4retkebVI/AAAAAAAAALI/62FveVBNb4E/s320/P1000399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016494841565965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping at Chuncheon&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great bargains for everything. Popular brands such as Giordano, Nike etc spotted along the row of shops. Looking for cheap overcoats or jackets? Now's a good time to shop for these kind of winter items. Good place for the uber fashionista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSqBKD4KpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/copgkzHiZiI/s1600-h/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSqBKD4KpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/copgkzHiZiI/s320/P1000429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013819222027414162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4rJNkebUI/AAAAAAAAALA/ETuOheSfOIw/s1600-h/P1000428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4rJNkebUI/AAAAAAAAALA/ETuOheSfOIw/s320/P1000428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016494472198778178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Night Skiing at Vivaldi Park&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive sport to play, skiing rentals cost about US $35 per person  (without training). With training, it could easily add up to US $200 per person for two hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4q4dkebTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EHCzCuUXdT8/s1600-h/P1000513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4q4dkebTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EHCzCuUXdT8/s320/P1000513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016494184435969330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mount Seorak-san National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4qgtkebSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-G-26AEoC60/s1600-h/P1000547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4qgtkebSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-G-26AEoC60/s320/P1000547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016493776414076194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't no mountain high enough - 800m above sea level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSmkqD4KiI/AAAAAAAAADg/k8k_k-bqlI8/s1600-h/P1000621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSmkqD4KiI/AAAAAAAAADg/k8k_k-bqlI8/s320/P1000621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013815433866258978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4qGdkebRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GduvA3HOiAY/s1600-h/P1000623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4qGdkebRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GduvA3HOiAY/s320/P1000623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016493325442510098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gyongbokgung Royal  Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The royal palace of the Capital, the ancient networks of roads and buildings of Seoul were built to surround the palace in the center of the capital. The palace was severely destroyed and abandoned but was reestablished in the 1800s. Next, we went to the Blue House of the current S. Korean President, but were not allowed to take any pictures. Aww sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSnGaD4KjI/AAAAAAAAADo/V50kHsWhLmo/s1600-h/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSnGaD4KjI/AAAAAAAAADo/V50kHsWhLmo/s320/P1000680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013816013686843954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSne6D4KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/pkBRf5aNxDY/s1600-h/P1000681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSne6D4KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/pkBRf5aNxDY/s320/P1000681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013816434593638978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4pd9kebQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/18vAWc3WNQs/s1600-h/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4pd9kebQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/18vAWc3WNQs/s320/P1000680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016492629657808130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSne6D4KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/pkBRf5aNxDY/s1600-h/P1000681.JPG"&gt;Freezing Butts at Lotte World, Theme Park, Seoul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Myeong-dong District, Korea's Orchard Rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing shopping district with great bargains, sales and accessories. The district is home to huge shopping malls and flea market. The market usually opens in the afternoon but the shopping malls open from 10.30 am - 5 am!! A true shopper's haven! I bought two long-sleeves, a belt, a pair of shoes and more. If you go to the malls, head up to the top floor and work your way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Six:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSqwqD4KqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WXINrpmb-7A/s1600-h/P1000739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZSqwqD4KqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WXINrpmb-7A/s320/P1000739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013820038071200418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4pDdkebPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/a77PX61nqCc/s1600-h/P1000740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4pDdkebPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/a77PX61nqCc/s320/P1000740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016492174391274738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-8 Degree Celsius Sight-seeing/Shopping in Seoul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's All for now! Kam-sam Hamnida! (Thank you)&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/14177696-5611299694207653269?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/5611299694207653269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=5611299694207653269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5611299694207653269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5611299694207653269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/seoul-survivor_29.html' title='Seoul Survivor'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RZ4nX9kebJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/H0ikbC-NmYo/s72-c/P1000105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-7545923695398451164</id><published>2006-12-23T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:50:47.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin' On A Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RYyEsKD4KRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FtDW5zQKFxM/s1600-h/christmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RYyEsKD4KRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FtDW5zQKFxM/s320/christmastree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011526379506247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my bags are packed I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks, I bid you all farewell as I shall now head off to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-week vacation to S. Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be back in a jiffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't be here in Singapore to do all the wishing on 25th Dec, I'd like to wish all Christians an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advanced &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Holidays&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja&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/14177696-7545923695398451164?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/7545923695398451164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=7545923695398451164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7545923695398451164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/7545923695398451164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin&apos; On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RYyEsKD4KRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FtDW5zQKFxM/s72-c/christmastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-434411025737600264</id><published>2006-12-21T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:50:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S' Wonderful, S' Marvellous</title><content type='html'>Where have I been for the past couple of days? Well, here are the brief details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the movies, where else?&lt;br /&gt;I've watched two great movies so far these past two weeks. The first one was Eragon. Even though I wasn't really into the whole sci-fi, dungeons and dragons thing, the visual effects were good. Leave it to me to fall for the theatrics. Anyways, movie #2 was The Holiday. The funniest movie I've seen in quite some time. Mix Diaz's wackiness with Winslet's melodramatic charm, and you've got yourself one great holiday movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At the table doing work.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with trying to complete the assignments before going on my trip this Saturday. Fortunately, I've managed to finish a huge chunk of it and decided to bring some work over there. Man, am I good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In my room, in front of Mac&lt;br /&gt;Who's Mac? Well, meet my newly-acquired Mac G5 Desktop system that I got as a hand-me-down from my elder sister. She got the new black Macbook as her advanced birthday present, so I'm stuck with the old load. But, it's okay, as long as it's usable, I'm all for it! So, been uploading loads and loads of songs and revamping the desktop. Also, I googled S. Korea to get some insight before we leave on Saturday. And, I've caught up with Gilmore Girls on YouTube since Channel 5 lifted it off the air. Oh drat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Out, finding stuff for the trip&lt;br /&gt;While others go out for some last minute Christmas shopping, my family and I are taking full advantage of the great Christmas bargains around to get some travel stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all of it. Man, sorry for such a boring post, really. Oops, got to run. I'm heading out to buy some things for the trip. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-434411025737600264?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/434411025737600264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=434411025737600264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/434411025737600264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/434411025737600264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/s-wonderful-s-marvellous.html' title='S&apos; Wonderful, S&apos; Marvellous'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-9057025079061555382</id><published>2006-12-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:48:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough writing, more reminiscing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had some free time to flip through some old photo albums and I couldn't help but laugh a bit upon seeing those pictures of my sisters and I with adorable Buck-teeth and running around in diapers! Hahas! Ah, those good ol' days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXeY6hxcG7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZDeKmXmi_vg/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXeY6hxcG7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZDeKmXmi_vg/s320/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005637642111163314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above: Mini Power of Three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Front: Me (4 years old) Back left: Shikin  (Kakak) Back right: Ruzanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXebUBxcG8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/sJfgAfgoM0A/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXebUBxcG8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/sJfgAfgoM0A/s320/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005640279221083074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXebwRxcG-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/E6HulGQkgR0/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXebwRxcG-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/E6HulGQkgR0/s320/pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005640764552387554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/14177696-9057025079061555382?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/9057025079061555382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=9057025079061555382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9057025079061555382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/9057025079061555382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/enough-writing-more-reminiscing.html' title='Enough writing, more reminiscing!!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXeY6hxcG7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZDeKmXmi_vg/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-1126458719256078937</id><published>2006-12-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:12:24.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Mama's Euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;December 5 - The whole family celebrated Mama's birthday yesterday. It all actually began at midnight, when we all crept into the room to wish and present her with the gifts. As my sisters and I were bankrupt, my dad agreed to buy her present on our behalf. He got her two perfume sets - one from Lancome, the other from Estee Lauder. Though we presented one to her, I know she knows it was my dad that got the gifts. So, thankfully, plan B was in order. Days before declaring bankruptcy, I got my mum a thirty-dollar brooch at Takashimaya's and a sleek, elegant (slightly overpriced, if I may say so myself) card from Prints. I customised the card - pasted an appropriately old, black and white photo of her and found great mom quotes from the net. Anyway, back to the Hallmark moment, I presented her the gift, stating that it was from my sisters also. Phew. So, after the hugging and kissing, the normal tradition kicked in - the late night supper at Swensens'.  Gosh, is it any wonder I was HUGE in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was glowing the entire day! Earlier in the afternoon, she had a party at her office - Maybank, Geylang Serai Branch! She's the current branch manager and from what I heard, everyone surprised her with the party. They ordered pizza and gave her bouquets of flowers. One wrote, 'To Noraen, the mother of the branch!' Giggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The celebrations continued on at night, when we all dined at an Indonesian restaurant Tambuah Mas over at Paragon. We ordered family servings of ayam istemewa (fried chicken), black sotong, tahu telor, sup kambing, satay, babat and sayur lodeh. I have to admit, I did enjoy the food so much. It was an occasional, much-needed-because-maid-food-stinks dinner! After that we all agreed to watch a midnight movie (the night being young and all, though it was practically 10pm). Booked 'Open Season' at The Cathay and we all sat at Ben &amp; Jerry's until they shooed us out for closing. So here's that review you've all been waiting for:-&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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXZpBhxcG6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/54o9zv44YIM/s1600-h/open_season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXZpBhxcG6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/54o9zv44YIM/s320/open_season.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005303510835403682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's open season!! Everyone, meet Boog the grizzly bear (voiced by Martin Lawrence, Big Momma's House). A show bear, loved and cared after pet to his owner, Beth (voiced by Debra Messing, The Wedding Date), and distinctly potty-trained, Boog fatefully crosses paths with an uncanny, crazy and attention-seeking Elliot the mule deer (voiced by Ashton Kutcher, Punk'd) when saving his life after being run-downed and captured by a crazy hunter. After multitude of accidents and incidences Boog has with Elliot, Beth reluctantly releases Boog into the wild. Stuck with the annoying Elliot, Boog denies the call of the wild and, with Elliot (and the rest of the forest creatures) alongside, searches for the place he calls home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny just doesn't come close to describing this animated movie! Despite having had read one bad review of the flick in the papers, I, on the contrary, believe this is one of the most innately humorous animated films since Disney's Finding Nemo. Both comical and witty, this flick is worth every penny paid for the ticket. You''d be amazed by how infectiously lovable the animals are in this film. I particularly found the blur rabbits to be the most funniest creatures in the film. Not only are they used for rabbit-throwing, but also, sanitary purposes! Haha! Confused about which animated flick you'd want to catch? Torn between 'Happy Feet' and 'Open Season'? My say - go with this one! Smiles and Grins!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's All Folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just FYI, my mum shares the same birthdate as Walt Disney! Cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14177696-1126458719256078937?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/1126458719256078937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=1126458719256078937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1126458719256078937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/1126458719256078937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-mamas-euphoria.html' title='One Mama&apos;s Euphoria'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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/_v5CDXW5elBY/RXZpBhxcG6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/54o9zv44YIM/s72-c/open_season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-8622026740327458881</id><published>2006-12-01T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:54:29.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've had a sudden realisation that my blog has turned into a movie review site. It's scary to think that my life basically revolves around movies and nothing but movies. Maybe that's just who I am I guess, a dramatist and critic at heart! Well, I'm most certainly not going to do any of that in this post, hopefully...&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;Tok Mak (Grandmama) is currently warded at the Changi General Hospital. She fell at her place last Thursday and had incredible bruises on her hips and legs. Man, were we so shocked when it happened. She couldn't stand, sit or walk. My family and I had been visiting her almost every single day for the past week just to make sure she's alright. Well, the thing is she can't hear anymore, so it's really difficult for people to communicate with her. She's just so adorable when she talks randomly whenever questions are asked verbally. Not because she's senile, but because she's lost her sense of hearing. So, because of that, my dad and aunt deviced a method to communicate with her - that is through writing on a small whiteboard, since she's already literate. Well, anyway, she's doing fine now and hopefully could be discharged by the end of this week. Insya-Allah!&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;I'm freaking out about this whole gathering thing tomorrow. I'm afraid (petrified, to be exact) that the plan is going to blow up on my face. You know, cold feet and all. A lot of things can go wrong! The weather, the food, the people, oh no, not the peopllleeee...! I'm praying that everything goes fine! Aside from the jeebies, I'm really anxious excited about seeing my friends from 4B tomorrow. Till then, not another word from anyone that he/she has got sudden plans/matters to take care of. Unless, of course, they're absolute life-threatening, viral-plaguing, world-dooming emergencies. &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;Since Project Work ended last month, I have been only using 10% of my brain daily and that really scares me. Evidently, since doing so, I've lost all the prior knowledge which I've cramped in during the Promotional Examinations and thus, no assignments can be done. Seriously in deep trouble! Plus, the Topical Tests begins on the first week school reopens and the thing that scares me most is - I don't really care! Eeks! &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;Can somebody wake me up from this nightmare?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-8622026740327458881?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/8622026740327458881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=8622026740327458881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8622026740327458881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/8622026740327458881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-more-personal.html' title='A Little More Personal'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-6560665480876150093</id><published>2006-11-27T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:23:43.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down at the Soul Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5536/1730/1600/214726/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5536/1730/320/258669/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grossing big money at the box office in its first opening week (even surpassing the critically acclaimed movie 007: Casino Royale), "Happy Feet" unveils the life of a one of a kind penguin, Mumble (voiced by Elijah Wood) in search for his own identity. Born differently from the others, Mumble is faced with a singing disability but is blessed with the unlikely talents of tap-dancing! While the others lived and loved through their music, Mumble, discriminated upon, deals with losing his love, Gloria (voiced by Britanny Murphy) and his family, hence leading him to a bunch of comical penguin bums - the Amigos. Together, they face a hurdle of challenges and in the meantime, solving the mystery of the 'alien-abducted' fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly comical and oh so cute, 'Happy Feet' is one movie worth watching with the entire family. Combine cute penguins with great musical numbers and choreography, and you get one major box-office breaking smash hit. However, cuteness aside, it unfortunately lacks humor, diminished by the underlying messages it's trying to convey to the audience. Yet, despite that, 'Happy Feet' gets a thumbs up as being educational and inspirational for all ages. +++ - Raja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI: I've watched the Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny also, but since it's a major bull and rubbish, I'd rather not waste anytime reviewing it. Seriously full of crap! Avoid watching it at all costs, trust me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-6560665480876150093?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/6560665480876150093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=6560665480876150093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6560665480876150093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/6560665480876150093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/down-at-soul-pole.html' title='Down at the Soul Pole'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-5502188034214038631</id><published>2006-11-25T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:31:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Burning Food</title><content type='html'>I've had a recent opportunity of experiencing an actual teenage-organised barbeque first hand yesterday. Despite the dampening weather we had yesterday afternoon, the barbeque Jason organised was a relatively fun one (as compared to the other barbeque parties - organised by relatives - I was forced into going.) Don't get me wrong, I do love my relatives, I'm just blaming the staleness of the parties on the generation gap itself. Take party games for example, adults would prefer (bored) board games such as Scrabble, Battleship, yada yada yada whereas us teens would prefer to get down dirty (physically and psychologically speaking). "Marry, Shag or Shoot" was the highlight game yesterday. Everyone forms a circle and someone would come up with three names (regardless of gender) and the person with his/her turn has to decide which who he/she would marry, shag (er-hmm) or shoot (reject completely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise starting a fire on the pit would be that difficult. It took us hours to do that and it was considerably faint. Just think of it, we were equipped with lighters and charcoal, i'd bet starting a fire during the cavemen era was a real bitch. There were raw sausages and marinated chicken wings to grill. I've got to say that even though I was a complete novice at the grilling thing in the beginning, I've mastered it quickly. I guess the many overly burnt sausages and half-cooked, bloody (literal) chicken wings could substantiate that claim. Erhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks Jason for having us over. If you'd excuse me, I'm going to try getting the charcoal out of my hair. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-5502188034214038631?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/5502188034214038631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=5502188034214038631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5502188034214038631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/5502188034214038631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-had-recent-opportunity-of.html' title='The Art of Burning Food'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116389983024045488</id><published>2006-11-19T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:19:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond. James Bond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/casino-royale.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/casino-royale.1.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie: 007: Casino Royale&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Action/Romance&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 144 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bond is back at it again. In the latest installment of Bond films, 'Casino Royale', introduces James Bond (Daniel Craig) when he was elevated to "00" status after two successive assasinations. Following a lead, Bond learns of a plot organised by the banker to the world's terrorist organisations, Le Chiffre, to raise money in a high-stakes poker game in Montenegro at Le Casino Royale. Secret service intelligence, M16, assigns Bond to play against him to stop Chiffre's fundings to the terrorists. Partnered with Vesper Lynd (Eva Green), he discovers romance while braving the dangers hurled at them together along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale proves to be a commendable film possibly appreciated by the general audience. The film shows a human side to Bond's character and eliminates the depiction of perfection and style all the other pretty-faced Bonds have brought about in the past. Instead, Craig exhibits a more serious and adds a realistic tone to the film. The do-away of the flimsy gadgets and cars in the previous Bond films complements this acceptable nature of the show. Filled with suspense, thrilling action and romance, this is definitely the film one cannot miss this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Watched on: Nov 18, 2006, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Theatre: GV Plaza Singapura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/Just%20Friends%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/Just%20Friends%201.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie: Just Friends&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Comedy&lt;br /&gt;Runtime: 96 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just friends.' The two killer words anyone wouldn't want to hear in a relationship. Meet Chris Brander (Ryan Reynolds) in 1995. Overweight, a high school loser and doesn't want only to be friends with the popular girl in Jersey,  Jamie Palamino (Amy Smart). Fast foward ten years later to find Chris slim and working as a successful agent among great artistes in the big city. After a fire started thanks to the wacko superstar, Samantha James (Anna Faris), forces the plane to land in Jersey, Chris visits his hometown and comes face-to-face with his old high school crush Jamie. While trying to get Jamie to love him in a series of dates gone awry, Chris competes with another old high school dud, Dusty Dinkleman (Chris Klein). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just Friends' is a romantic comedy that is light-heartingly entertaining. Combine Reynolds' (and Faris') wacky act with an on-screen chemistry with Smart, the movie would be a hit chick flick to teens and adults. The simple storyline adds to the charm and appeal of this interestingly 'just for laughs' movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Watched on: Nov 16, 2006, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Theatre: Shaw Brothers' Lido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116389983024045488?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116389983024045488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116389983024045488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116389983024045488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116389983024045488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/bond-james-bond.html' title='Bond. James Bond.'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116365013603586816</id><published>2006-11-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:08:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen, pun intended</title><content type='html'>To my special, diva, superstar girl, my sis, Ruzie, &lt;b&gt;Happy 16th Birthday!!!&lt;/b&gt;. Sorry for being an ass all the time,  but i was just doing my job as a bro, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, nearing midnight, we went out to Swensens at Orchard to celebrate Ruzie's birthday. It's a usual custom for us to celebrate at the strike of midnight. We wished her a happy birthday in the car (yes, in the car) cause we were already late. She opened my parents' gift first which had some blouses and skirts she'd always wanted AND a fifty dollar note! Man, do I wish it's my birthday. Next she opened the gift I bought and she was so enthralled by how much we've spent on it. Well, good thing the make-up goes well with the new clothes. So, she read the CD card which I spent the entire day making. It looked like her own personal album with her pictures when she was a baby to when she's older. Inside, I printed a disc cover thing where the whole family could write wishes on the disc itself. Pretty cool idea if I say so myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we're there, we ordered a tonne of food from the menu. From fish and chips to mee goreng, there was definitely a variety of food there. I shared half of the fish and chips with my elder sista and had some bananna crumble for desert. Gosh, I found it so difficult eating the ice cream and kept drinking plain water to wash down the sugar precipitating along my throat! Yikes! Naturally, I managed to convince my parents to take a short walk along the now deserted Orchard Road to burn up the calories we consumed. By the time we got home, it was already 2 am, but still, I didn't feel sleepy, so I watched some music videos on YouTube till about 4am. After which, my memory was all a blur. Oh well, anyhoo, once again, Happy Birthday sis!!! Love you with all my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116365013603586816?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116365013603586816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116365013603586816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116365013603586816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116365013603586816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-sixteen-pun-intended.html' title='Sweet Sixteen, pun intended'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116351927602563069</id><published>2006-11-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:52:30.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouïe prêt le vigne</title><content type='html'>Bonjour amie. Moi (I) had a great time today. I met with Qashrul at Orchard and then went shopping for our respective sisters' presents. Firstly, we headed to Takashimaya and got my soon-to-be-16-year-old sister, Ruzie, an Elizabeth Arden make-up set. The price was pretty steep so my elder sister and I are splitting the costs 50-50. It was definitely a good buy because my younger sis is really into all this make-up stuff. Anyways, the woman that served us at the Elizabeth Arden counter was totally incompetent, not in service (fortunate for her), but in the gift wrapping department. She was wrapping the box in the most ugliest manner, that I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out when she did that! She used normal transparent tape (apparently she's out of double sided tape, how could they be out??) and it was taped on so conspicously that even a blind man could see it! Giving up, she finally gave some wrapping paper and ribbons to wrap the present ourselves. THANKFULLY, my mom already fixed it! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, after that horrific (shivers) experience at Taka's, Qash and I proded the  stretch of Orchard Road in attempts of finding Qash's sister's birthday gift. In the meantime, we had just enough time to stop by a couple of CD and sports stores. Qash bought for his sis a fun magic 8 ball. Next, after booking our tix, and while waiting for Salle to reach Orchard, we went to the arcade at Orchard Cineleisure and challenged each other in two rounds of Daytona. First win - muah, second win - Qash, so it was pretty much a tie. We entered the cinema when Salle reached around 4.40pm. &lt;br /&gt;The movie? A Good Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/onesheettext.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/onesheettext.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Good Year is an innocuous, "feel-good" and most importantly intelligent movie that anyone would be pleased with. Adapted from Peter Mayle's 2004 novel, it stars Russell Crowe as Max, a business-oriented, successful and ruthless stock broker who gains the ownership of his recently departed uncle's vineyard in France. Though he was closest to his uncle, he had no intentions of keeping the vineyard and considers selling it immediately. However, his visit to inspect the vineyard reawakens in him a sense nostalgia, romance and camaraderie, with the people at the vineyard. "If nothing else, this celebration of food and wine will whet an appetite. Viewers are advised to make a reservation at an upscale French restaurant immediately after seeing the film or risk going home feeling deprived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we grabbed a bite at Burger King. I had some fries and cheeseburger. It's been a long while since I've eaten fast food, so a moment of weakness took over.  Next, we went to the arcade again and played Daytona and some foozball. Then, we strolled along Orchard Road for a while and finally took bus 36 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116351927602563069?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116351927602563069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116351927602563069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116351927602563069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116351927602563069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/oue-prt-le-vigne.html' title='ouïe prêt le vigne'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116342368954676973</id><published>2006-11-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:21:11.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/poster_covenant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/poster_covenant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in a small, dark and mysterious town, "The Covenant" unfolds the secrets of the Sons of Ipswich, the descendants of powerful witches possessing "The Power". According to the legend, during the witch trials, a covenant was formed by five families to protect the secret of  the generations possessing "the Power". Caleb (Steven Strait), one of the descendants of the covenant, is  in the meantime overwhelmed with his ascending (equivalent of receiving more powers) as his 18th birthday nears. However, a series of murders and attacks on people leads Caleb into an investigation, revealing the fifth member of the Sons of Ipswich (supposedly dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got out of the movie and am not sure whether my information was accurate or not. Though the effects were at least impressive, the storyline is way too complex for us muggles to comprehend. Furthermore, the brief introduction and explanation of the history of "The Sons of Ipswich" would make anyone lost and confused. But, this movie would definitely appeal to any boy-crazed girl out there. What better way for girls to spend an afternoon drooling over an all-pretty boy cast baring their torsos? Being a believer of the witchy stuff (duh), I have to admit, it was rather fun. Biased biased biased me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/user1314_1154833347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/user1314_1154833347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Step Up" follows the lives of two different youths, Tyler (Channing Tatum) and Nora (Jenna Dewan). Reckless, rebellious and irresponsible, Tyler lands himself 200 hours of community service when he and his pals break an entry into the The Maryland School of the Arts. While serving his sentence there, he meets Nora, a privileged and an aspiring dancer trying to make it big, practising for a life-altering dance showcase. After losing her partner, Nora reluctantly agrees to practise with Tyler until her partner returns. Not only did the sparks flew between the two lovers as they danced, but also, the trials of working together changed them both for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo dynamics was impressive and the dance moves were spiritually uplifiting (pun intended). Refreshing, sexy and passionate, the choreography is marvellously planned and executed that it just tickles audiences into wanting to groove along too, though we know we won't look that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, two movies in one day. That's a new record for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116342368954676973?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116342368954676973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116342368954676973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116342368954676973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116342368954676973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-at-movies.html' title='Monday at the Movies'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116335593683161061</id><published>2006-11-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:19:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' bit of Bimbo Trashing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/poster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Paris and Nicole, Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, cause here comes the Duff sisters. Hilary and Haylie Duff are apparently the latest sister duo fitting in the "pulling strings" trend, following others before them such as the Spears, Simpson, even the Michalka sisters. In &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Material Girls&lt;/span&gt;, Hilary and Haylie play the role of two overly spoilt sisters (of course) and heiresses to their late father's cosmetic empire. However, things turn awry when a scandal leaks out, threatening to destroy the multi-billion-dollar cosmetic empire. Due to implications of the legal lawsuits, the girls are left with nothing and in the meantime confronting the likes of their enemy (Angelica Huston). It's up to the girls (well, of course) to restore their father's reputation, aside from getting their daily manicures done at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though watching the girls go all "Simple Life" from riches to rags was entertaining and briefly ticklish, the only thing you'd feel when watching the movie would be of your brain turning into goo. Just when you thought that Hilary couldn't sink any lower than any of the chick flicks she starred in before... Unless you're a #1 Hilary/Haylie Duff fan, or that you dig mindless, bimbotic chick flicks, my advise, bring in a paper bag for you to throw up in! Not only is the storyline basic and 100% predictable, the acting from both actresses is overwhelmingly weak too. A classic Hilary Duff movie, Material Girls is one you might want to wait for the DVD to hit the stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116335593683161061?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116335593683161061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116335593683161061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116335593683161061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116335593683161061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/lil-bit-of-bimbo-trashing.html' title='A lil&apos; bit of Bimbo Trashing!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116295003513765654</id><published>2006-11-08T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:46:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm of Hopelessness &amp; Sorrow</title><content type='html'>Here it comes, once again,&lt;br /&gt;The tear of the clouds that rest in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Can only be blamed by the foolish gust&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning that dreadful rain&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the claps, the flashes a-fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea shadowed by the horizon of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Now violently, creeps in ashore,&lt;br /&gt;Swamping the safe border of the land,&lt;br /&gt;Reclaiming the smiles past waves stored before&lt;br /&gt;Forever now, all joy and hope lost in this man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116295003513765654?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116295003513765654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116295003513765654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116295003513765654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116295003513765654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/storm-of-hopelessness-sorrow.html' title='Storm of Hopelessness &amp; Sorrow'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116279825705380832</id><published>2006-11-06T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:30:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>411 on Being a Good Host</title><content type='html'>What makes a good host? Is it the sheer skill of making guests welcomed  and comfortable in the house, or the rare ability to entertain guests (in other words, not to bore them)? Or perhaps, it's having a little bit of both. I'm not certain, but what I do know is that practice makes perfect and after years observing my parents hold open house events annually, I have learnt the art of being a host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1: Always Lead Guests In. Guests are always hesitant of coming into the house uninvited. Therefore, ALWAYS lead the guests into the hall with simple hand gestures and while smiling, verbally invite the guests in before inviting them to sit down. Wait by the door, while the guests enter before closing the door, as some guests wouldn't know whether you would want the door open or closed. (Just a custom sometimes to leave door open, especially for an open house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2: Get guests drinks. Ask what the would want to drink before getting it for them. Some may prefer non-carbonated drinks instead of carbonated ones, plain water instead of sweetened drinks, coffee instead of tea, etc, or may be allergic to certain ingredients in drinks, for instance, caffeine. TIP: if you have lots of guests, do a quick head count (in your mind, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3: Television off. That's right, television off. A good host wouldn't need a television to entertain his guests. Unless, you want to show your guests a home video (or you're in desperate need of keeping the guests preoccupied), the television stays off. This is the time when you would want to connect and interact with your guests. To catch up - should be everyone's main intention of interacting. This leads to Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4: Interaction. You may want to ask your guests the following questions for starters:&lt;br /&gt;1. How's your day? How've you been? Everyone well?&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you have any trouble locating this place?&lt;br /&gt;Avoid asking questions pertaining to the current news for starters. Not everyone reads the paper or follows the television news, bear that in mind. And also, it leaves an impression on the guests that you care about what's affecting the world than what's affecting them. Remember they come first, for now. Also, avoid asking questions such as "Where are you off to after this?" It leaves a negative impression that you are in a hurry to make them leave and that might be offensive to some. If you really do, just honestly request for YOUR leaving and substantiate it with a reasonable reason! &lt;br /&gt;If all else fails and the atmosphere gets pretty intense, please, please please by all means ignore lesson 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5: Dining. It's understandable why guests would feel hesitant or shy over at the dining table. To lessen that, you may want to consider eating together with your guests. Prompts may be needed to encourage them and it's always good to have continue conversations over at the dining table. BUT, do NOT, discuss over gory, disgusting, revolting things over the dining table! Otherwise, no bon appetit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6: Goodbye Guests. The easy one. You're just as happy to get rid of them just as they are to get out of the house. Wave, smile, laugh, them goodbye and bid them farewell. One tip: Always walk your guests out, to the lift, car, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics I got from Hanan (okay okay I grabbed from Hanan's friendster gallery) of the Jalan Raya I had with the SO6 malay peeps. More to be stolen and put up later, k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/3792968605613l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/3792968605613l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/1600/37930058961267l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1549/1275/320/37930058961267l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116279825705380832?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116279825705380832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116279825705380832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116279825705380832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116279825705380832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/411-on-being-good-host.html' title='411 on Being a Good Host'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116258043025818313</id><published>2006-11-04T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T03:09:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(almost) Fantabulous Friday</title><content type='html'>S-C-R-E-W-E-D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they trying to do? Get more Malays to do badly in their Malay A Level Exams by setting such a tough paper. Man, am i scared stiff cause even the students who are good in their mother tongue, found the paper to be challenging! Well, what's done cannot be undone right? Let's just hope for the best! Ttyeahh...right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the stinking morning I had, the rest of the day wasn't bad at all. In fact I had a great time with my friends! It was the "jalan-jalan raya" day for the Malays in our class (and Shida). I wore a simple PEACH (not pink, Salle!) baju kurung. We had pre-planned and scheduled the outing, but the timing for each house was somehow screwed up!! Anyhoo, went to Su's place and her Nenek served us some lontong goreng, mee hoon goreng and nuggets. Then off to my crib and my mom served mee hoon goreng (too), roti jala and chicken curry and fried chicken. Somehow, we hanged at my place for quite some time to accomodate praying and stuff. By then, our entire timing was already screwed up. Papa sent us to Qash's place. We came, we ate, we left for Salle's (served really nice malay goreng spaghetti and baguette with toppings) , then Nad's and finally to Hanan's. Sadly didn't have time to visit Shida's place. Next time we attack, k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did it all end? Midnight. By far the latest I've been out hanging and chillin' with friends. Eeks. Upon reaching Hanan's place, we were all so exhausted and lethargic and those soft sheets and pillows were commonly desired. Loads of pictures taken. Will put pictures up once I've got them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yo, anyways Happy B'Dae to my Hommie, Shuuji!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116258043025818313?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116258043025818313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116258043025818313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116258043025818313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116258043025818313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/11/almost-fantabulous-friday.html' title='(almost) Fantabulous Friday'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116214273597965035</id><published>2006-10-30T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:31:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivities &amp; Pastries</title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;i&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/i&gt; to all Muslims. Maaf Zahir dan Batin. I've had the most amazing, relaxed week so, those who haven't been posted of it, grab your bag of chips cause here's the entire recount of it: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of fasting. I confess, I skipped school. But, it was only done cause I wanted to help my parents with the preparation for Hari Raya. I tried my hand at painting, but according to my elder sis, it wasn't my niche at all. So, I spent the rest of the time wiping furniture. Sucha bore. Anyhoo, the whole family of five met up with my aunts, uncle, cousins (some from Kuala Lumpur) for breaking fast at Hajjah Maimunah restaurant over at Geylang Serai. So, I think there were 12 of us altogether. Apparently, we were'nt the only ones dining as a clan as there were even larger families sitting at the table next to us. Well, Aunty Idah and Uncle Ansar beared all the costs (woah). My parents and I went to Mustaffa Centre to buy some grocery, while the rest split to the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya. Oh the BIG day has finally arrived! Because we were all so tired and slept so late, we overslept and had to rush to Wai's (Gramps) place at Punggol as the main event was held there this year. It's usually held at our place, and it's usually Mama who has to do all the cooking. Not this year though. So, before that, seeked forgiveness from my parents and pop, the first green packet (hehe, shall not disclose more info). Over at Wai's place, we had a couple of photos taken as an entire family and seeked forgiveness from the elderly, ya know the same thing. Had breakfast there. There was lontong, mee soto, rendang, and all the traditional food. Of course, I avoided all the food there, and just had a few slices of bread. Hehe. I know stoopid right? I mean it's not everyday one eats such food right, but after reasoning with myself that Hari Raya lasts for a month, there's no going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my family went to Tok Mak's (Gramps from Papa's side) house along Changi Road. Mak Ngah (Aunt) and my cousins (hers), and their small kids were already there. So, imagine the scene of the hall? Didn't eat there either. (Typical) Spent some time there and was befriending my niece, Diana. She's incredibly smart, a little to smart, for a 7 year old. She quizzed me about some ecological stuff, which I apparently have no knowledge on. Man, what are they teaching the kids these days? For the rest of day, we visited the elderly, my grand aunts, grand uncles, etc. Welcomed my favourite cousin, Kak Liza and her family, her husband Halim and her so cute babies, Haikal and Alia, who reached Singapore from KL on the afternoon. But like every Hari Raya, the whole gang proceeded to Pak Long's (Uncle) house at Tampines at 11pm! So, everything wrapped up about 1am and we finally headed back home for some well-deserved rest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept! Shit Shit! So, after much deliberation, I skipped school again! Yikes! Well, it wasn't really a holiday for me either because I was helping Mama with preparing drinks, food for pouring-in guests. I was also assigned the task to look after Haikal (nephew) sleeping over, with his family, at my place. He's the cutest baby. He actually helped me wiped the table with a tissue... Aww right? And my so cute and chubby niece, Alia, she's just the sweetest thing. She's like laughing and smiling whenever she's being carried around. Double aww right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. Darn. My heart wasn't in it though. Missed those babies at home. Thank God school ended early at 1:30pm! Joined the rest with jalan raya to some houses. Then, went to Takashimaya so the Malaysians can do some shopping. (Brilliant place to shop? Nah!) Then, went to the most fun house ever. I think the guy, Anuar, is my cousin over at Jurong. His house was so inspirational and his pastries, absolutely divine! He was also so relaxed and we, the guests, were also relaxed with him. It was a great ending to a somewhat tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo!! Time for the KL people to go back home. They left at around 9 am and it was so sad to part with my nephew and niece. You'll never know how much you'd miss someone until they're gone. Well, i found that to be true once the house became so empty and lifeless. Went to Nur's place to rehearse for the OP Dry Run on Monday. Her house was huge and her mom was an awesome cook! She prepared laksa, some pastries and stuff. All MADE for us! I mean, for our moms, its just defrost or take-outs right? Anyhoo, finished the I&amp;R and speech for an entirely PW-less weekend and headed out to Paragon and Plaza Singapura with my parents for some shopping and booking of movie tics for Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning studying Malay. Then, went to Papa's colleague's open house at Jurong in the afternoon. Visited about three houses until late at night. Then, changed the outfit, and headed for the movies to watch the Prestige. Starring talented actors including Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, Michael Caine and Scarlett Johanssen, the Prestige is basically about two aspiring and competing magicians (Jackman and Bale) who let their obsessions to outdo one another, drive them to revenge, hatred and finally self-destruction. It has a great plot, but the flashbacks card was used one too many time in the film, hence creating confusion of the timeline. Also, one word of advise if you want to watch this show, NEVER book it at midnight. Man, it was tough keeping my eyes open, especially after a long day. Admitably, it was very draggggy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire morning sleeping and only woke up at noon. A family of about 8 (with kids) came by at around 3pm. By 4pm, parents and I, and Aunty Idah, Uncle Ansar and Wai, headed visiting some houses until 11pm. But, thank God, we've finished with most of the houses. Phew. Just about a few more to go, one of which over at Johor Bahru! HEHE! Count me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a busy week! Anyways, off to bed now! Sayo nara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116214273597965035?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116214273597965035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116214273597965035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116214273597965035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116214273597965035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/festivities-pastries_116214273597965035.html' title='Festivities &amp; Pastries'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116121363028117408</id><published>2006-10-19T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:20:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Me</title><content type='html'>My social life hangs dangerously by a thread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer! The pain, the exhaustion, the insomnia - it's driving me insane! Why did I choose to be here? It's not helping me get a living, it's getting me killed faster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tiring week. A Hellish one in fact. That dreaded Written Report is killing me, destroying my life! I HATE, DETEST, LOATHE, THAT F**** WR!!!!! It's stolen wonderful days I could have had with my family especially now during the month of Ramadan. It's not only me it's sucking the life off, but from all other JC1 students around Singapore as well! F*** that dreaded piece of shit! Here's the whole pile of shit I have to complete:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Oral Presentation Dry Run - Need to prepare presentation in about one week's time (by 30th Oct)&lt;br /&gt;2. I&amp;R (Draft One) - Prepare before Dry Run (before 30th Oct)&lt;br /&gt;3. MTL A Levels - Need I say more? (3rd Nov)&lt;br /&gt;4. Actual Oral Presentation - Mid Nov&lt;br /&gt;5. Tonnes of GP Homework every week in Dec&lt;br /&gt;6. 50 Questions for Math&lt;br /&gt;7. More work coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanks out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116121363028117408?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116121363028117408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116121363028117408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116121363028117408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116121363028117408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-me.html' title='The End of Me'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116080905269653467</id><published>2006-10-14T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:22:00.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead, yet!</title><content type='html'>Alright, just for the record, I'm still alive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the mounting stresses by just three days in school (not full ones) is enough to destroy one's post-exam euphoria! Couldn't life get anymore depressing? The first two days in school, the scripts were returned, oh and the pain, the great sting (and stink) of our freaking results were undeniably torturous! The Overall Verdict: An All-Pass!  Did pretty alright for my H2s (Biology, Chemistry and Math), but it was my H1s that were freaking stinkers! Anyways, to those who didn't really do well for the promos, don't be despaired, cause in life, we live, we learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was crappy. Due to the lengthened timetable for PW, I had to come back to school for a session filled with CRAPNESS! Mrs Chew returned the second draft of the WR with pages filled with (curses) and comments. To add the cherry on top of a wonderful day, Mrs Chew announced that our report lacks 'substance' cause apparently it's being written by a bunch of worthless AIRHEADS! Argh! What bullocks! Feelings in three words...F***!F***! F***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got started immediately on the project and still currently editing the overexceeded 4000-long report plus, adding in more "substance" into the report. Meeting up with Disha, Nur, Xue Ling and Yi Yang tomorrow to finish the third draft on Monday when the official deadline's on WEDNESDAY! We're screwed! Not screwed, WE'RE DEAD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116080905269653467?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116080905269653467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116080905269653467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116080905269653467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116080905269653467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead, yet!'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116034441712501189</id><published>2006-10-09T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T05:53:37.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anticipation Builds</title><content type='html'>Half-way there. Just 15 more days of fasting until Hari Raya arrives. Hey, but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy baking over the weekend. Baking kuih like oatmeal cookies and cheeze biscuits for the Hari Raya. The cookies were quite sensational and tasted pretty good that my fams and I all enjoyed them. If you ask me why I'm doing something so uncommon, especially boys, I'd say that it's just I ain't your average common boy. Hehs. Or perhaps that I'm in it for the money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Bazaar with my fams on Sunday instead. First we went to Joo Chiat Complex to select and order sets of curtains for Hari Raya and also, alter my sis' new pair of pants. Then, we decided to leave and check out the Suria Raya Karnival at Bugis. However, we soon realised that the carnival had mostly food stalls selling wide range of food items from burgers to chocolates. Oh the sheer nightmare! There was no stopping of my sis and Paps from buying everything in sight! They were like hypnotised or something. Anyways, a half hour later, (after successfully separating the two from the food stalls area), we went around the carnival but couldn't find anything we wanted to find, so back to the Geylang bazaar once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to a shopping centre along the stretch to buy my baju kurung. I would have insisted not buying something that I'd probably wear for the first day of Hari Raya only, but ever since I've shedded weight, I couldn't wear any of my earlier baju kurungs without them sagging or dropping off. So, wasn't really picky about it, so I just chose a simple, traditional, white one. Can't wait to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the prospect of the approaching Hari Raya is thrilling!! The greatest part of Hari Raya is being around family - cousins, aunts, grandmothers and even baby nephews and nieces. I love the extra warmth (and clamour) these people bring into the house every year. Being around them is the very reason why Hari Raya is my most favourite holiday of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, does anyone else hear the screeching violins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116034441712501189?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116034441712501189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116034441712501189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116034441712501189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116034441712501189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/anticipation-builds.html' title='The Anticipation Builds'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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-14177696.post-116025976479069577</id><published>2006-10-08T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:33:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's a company, Dupree's A Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/4gi27hz.jpg" height="300" width="203" align="right"&gt;The married life of two newlyweds, Bob Jefferson (Matt Dillon) and Molly (Kate Hudson), is turned upside down when Bob's best friend, the wild and carefree Randolph Dupree (Owen Wilson), gets fired, evicted - and moves in with them. Despite all the hilarical nuisances Dupree had created, Molly grew to emphatise and befriend Dupree, while Bob is placed in a stressful disposition by his corporate boss slash now father-in-law (Michael Douglas) and his ruthless (nonetheless comical) trials. However, when Dupree realises he is the cause of all the kinks in their marriage, a turnover Dupree comes to the aid of his best friends' unconditionally (though having been choked over at dinner). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You, Me and Dupree' is infectiously comical and intensely witty. Though you might find Dupree's careless antics to be annoying at first, however, ultimately, you'll definitely be charmed by Dupree's true, kind heart and innocence. It's a must-see! &lt;b&gt;Verdict: 4 out of 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivocity at HarbourFront was definitely a let-down. Apart from it's apparently unfinished architecture landscapes and the design of the building, the 'megamall' also lacks a great Urban vibe and once again, overexaggerates its size through the media. Despite that, GV Vivocity Cineplex looked impressively grand, equipped with up to about 15 movie theatres, great architectural designs, comfortable lounges, maybe a "too excellent" ventilation system, large, enormous screens and many more features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for Vivocity in the evening around 6 plus amidst the shrouding and choking haze. The fams actually intended to check out what kind of eating places they had there for us to break our fast. Unfortunately, it turned out that the only few restaurants opened were non-Halal and the foodcourts were still closed due to undergoing renovation. Without a choice, we drudged on to the Banquet at HarbourFront Centre, and surprise surprise, the place, like many of the other eating places, was fully packed. This ticked us off, so we had a consensus to leave the area and eat some other place. Obviously we couldn't make it there in time before Maghrib, so we grabbed confectionary from Delifrance to break our fast first. Then, went on to River Valley Nasi Padang for real food. Shared main dishes such as &lt;i&gt;ayam kuah lemak&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sotong sambal&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;daging rendang&lt;/i&gt;. After dinner, went back to Vivocity and shopped around before the movie started. Got myself brand new shoes, (oh finally), from I.P Zone which were on sale at 23 bucks. Afterwards, after the movie, went to Mustaffa to stock up on some baking goods for kueh-making. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116025976479069577?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116025976479069577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116025976479069577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116025976479069577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116025976479069577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/twos-company-duprees-crowd.html' title='Two&apos;s a company, Dupree&apos;s A Crowd'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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://i12.tinypic.com/4gi27hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-116017374846824861</id><published>2006-10-07T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:32:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games &amp; Ghosts just don't mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2ikqk4l.jpg" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the sort of person who could pass lurky moving shadows and fantasy killings as thrill factors of a horror film, Stay Alive is definitely the film you might want consider watching as a light-hearted scare flick. A tragic and violent death of a best friend lands Hutch and a group of avid gamers in harm's way as he comes into possession of a mysterious game 'Stay Alive'. Another violent and inhumane killing of one of the gamers, sends Hutch and the gang into an investigation leading them to the creepy history of a murderous and vengeful spirit - Countess Elizabeth. Seeking youth and eternal life, the Countess' spirit uses the game to project herself into the dimensions of reality. The punchline - 'you die in the game, you die for real'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, despite the fallible plot and the non-suspense fright scenes, the show is successfully salvaged by young-appealing actors such as Sophia Bush &lt;i&gt;(Brooke in One Tree Hill, recently in John Tucker Must Die)&lt;/i&gt; and Frankie Muniz (&lt;i&gt;Malcolm in the Middle, Agent Cody Banks&lt;/i&gt;) casting as the preyed-upon gamers in the movie. There were minutely frightful and suspenseful moments in the movie, but unfortunately were'nt enough to get the audience sitting on the edge of their seat throughout the movie. Much of the movie is based on the already weak plot of unravelling the truth and to make things worse, loose ends were blatantly exposed and had showed no attempt of being covered up. &lt;b&gt;Verdict: 3.5 out of 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the review for 'Stay Alive'. Watched the show at Orchard Cineplex (highly-overrated place by the way) and shopped afterwards. I practically walked the entire stretch of Orchard Road from bookstore to bookstore, first from Books Kinokuniya then to Borders then to Times at Plaza Singapura to look at the best sellers but they weren't really that appealing, so got myself a bimbo mag instead. Got a look at the season's line of clothing at Zara's and dugged the whole black and white ensemble. Great for my South Korea trip in December! After browsing through CDs over at HMV, Borders and Sembawang, I finally made my way back home. Sadly, I sat with a guy who actually picked his nose and flickered it about! Yeww!! Freaking Gross! Seriously Singaporeans, how do we pass ourselves as hygienic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have no idea what the fuss is all about on the opening of the new megamall Vivocity today. Paps booked "You, Me and Dupree" for tonight over there. Honestly, I think Singapore has way too many malls already. Why not a great indoor skiing establishment instead like the one in Dubai? Hello? Creativity much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116017374846824861?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116017374846824861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116017374846824861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116017374846824861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116017374846824861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/video-games-ghosts-just-dont-mix.html' title='Video Games &amp; Ghosts just don&apos;t mix'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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://i12.tinypic.com/2ikqk4l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177696.post-116002963489189305</id><published>2006-10-05T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:27:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first and foremost</title><content type='html'>With tired minds, tired souls, tired eyes, we .... mugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a blur now as we've finally finished our last paper for the promotional exams! Ah, I could hear the Hallelujah chorus! Yup, after weeks (even months for some) just breathing for the sole purpose of studying, we're finally free. Which means one thing - time to partayy!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, let your hair down, enjoy and savour every moment, every second of everyday! Five off days from school, now, don't waste it all on sleeping... why not potato couching too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have other plans, which take precedence. First, I'm updating my cybernet shit. It's been like months since I haven't been online. Gosh, totally need to change my friendster pic and update the profile! As for my now-pathetic-worthless site which I have totally neglected, I have plans for it too. I'm designing a new layout for it soon. Man, seriously lost touch in that department! Oh, by the way, have so much to do this weekend that doesn't actually involve my maxed-out brain. Watching either Scoop or Stay Alive tomorrow with a buncha friends and 'You, Me and Dupree' with the fams on Saturday. Also, I decided going to the Hari Raya bazaar on Friday to catch the sights, the sounds and unfortunately the smells of the Hari Raya Bazaar and hopefully settle on my baju kurung too. Hmm, what colour should I settle on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've had the enlightenment that I've been a biatch to practically everyone during the examinations, including my fams cause they've all been complaining about my stinky attitude. Really sorry you guys! Won't let it happen again, promise. But in case I get one of my bitch fits, RUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha dork right now cause I kinda like the songs from Disney Channel's Hannah Montana! Yeww, right? I can't help it people! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO? Currently in love with Jojo's Too Little Too Late, Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars. Those aren't so bad right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14177696-116002963489189305?l=charmedsource.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/feeds/116002963489189305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14177696&amp;postID=116002963489189305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116002963489189305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14177696/posts/default/116002963489189305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charmedsource.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-and-foremost.html' title='first and foremost'/><author><name>Raja Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103572950734666668</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></feed>
