<?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-7243873</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:51:08.468+08:00</updated><category term='Just Moments'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='Nice Moments'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Vanity'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Celebrate'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Other Stuff'/><category term='Surprise'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Midnight Blue~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>449</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8725452545735090894</id><published>2012-01-23T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:51:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tested</title><content type='html'>7 early 8 early, life is being tested, stage 1. &lt;br /&gt;I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;After this, all will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8725452545735090894?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8725452545735090894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8725452545735090894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8725452545735090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8725452545735090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2012/01/tested.html' title='Tested'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4732163452202933725</id><published>2012-01-08T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:12:21.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while already I have time for myself alone on a Sunday. It does feel nice. I watched The Good Wife and Grey's Anatomy. I cooked dinner, had some drinks and now continuing watching Private Practice. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a funeral today. Makes you feel sad for a moment. Ponder the next. And your mind wanders. I always believe that things happen for a reason. For better or worse. And I believe in doing good. From the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss laying down here on the sofa and waiting for a kick. Putting my palm on top of my stomach massaging. Caressing. Yeah, I miss that. But I miss the real thing more. I miss his laughter and dididididididi hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you did on Saturday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4732163452202933725?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4732163452202933725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4732163452202933725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4732163452202933725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4732163452202933725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thoughts-on-sunday.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Sunday'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-6402321414033098177</id><published>2011-10-02T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:45:11.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>Sometime ago I spoke about this &lt;a href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/05/smiley-wrinkles.html"&gt;friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; whom I did not speak to for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her through bbm and yes I am more in love with my blackberry because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-so-innocents.html"&gt;The-Not-So-Innocents&lt;/a&gt;? I am so proud to tell you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt; is now happily married with a loving husband and they are expecting their son this January =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6402321414033098177?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6402321414033098177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6402321414033098177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6402321414033098177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6402321414033098177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-long-lost-friend.html' title='My Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4119300665679118182</id><published>2011-09-30T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:55:21.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smeagolf</title><content type='html'>This is what you get if you are an avid golf player who is a fan of Smeagol (from LOTR of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, I find =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4119300665679118182?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4119300665679118182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4119300665679118182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4119300665679118182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4119300665679118182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/09/smeagolf.html' title='Smeagolf'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4005302044386669046</id><published>2011-09-16T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:57:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undilah</title><content type='html'>The part that really caught my attention is how happy Daphne Iking is with her belly. I miss that... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1hllAhSXLA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how the celebrities and the people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;come together&lt;/span&gt;... I love that teamwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4005302044386669046?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4005302044386669046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4005302044386669046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4005302044386669046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4005302044386669046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/09/undilah.html' title='Undilah'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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://img.youtube.com/vi/-1hllAhSXLA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-308222466532288624</id><published>2011-09-16T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:54:40.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Talk is 2 Yrs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; I tell you, now no need boil the grass to mandi already, cause after 21 days already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; 21 days meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah lor... I read the book redi on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pantangs&lt;/span&gt;, now 22nd day redi...&lt;br /&gt;mandi is 21 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; ...wash hair is 12 days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2&lt;/span&gt;: mmm... then cannot talk is 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grrrr...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/7243873-308222466532288624?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/308222466532288624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=308222466532288624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/308222466532288624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/308222466532288624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/09/cannot-talk-is-2-yrs.html' title='Cannot Talk is 2 Yrs...'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-1287401091726526488</id><published>2011-05-21T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:30:35.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;kar·ma noun \ˈkär-mə also ˈkər-\ often capitalized : the force generated by a person's actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person's next existence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Karma? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think you could get away with it. I believe so. Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1287401091726526488?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1287401091726526488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1287401091726526488' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1287401091726526488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1287401091726526488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/05/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8664944104669728076</id><published>2011-05-20T07:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:04:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sugar Bowl Is Empty~~</title><content type='html'>A post I picked from a friend's FB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, &lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue, &lt;br /&gt;Sugar is sweet, &lt;br /&gt;And so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, &lt;br /&gt;The violets are dead, &lt;br /&gt;The sugar bowl's empty,&lt;br /&gt;And so is your head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8664944104669728076?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8664944104669728076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8664944104669728076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8664944104669728076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8664944104669728076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/05/sugar-bowl-is-empty.html' title='The Sugar Bowl Is Empty~~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-5708567201127977161</id><published>2011-05-06T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:29:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come &amp; Date Miss Pretty =)</title><content type='html'>An acquaintance posted this on his facebook and I just find it so enlighting and funny at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;br /&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys&lt;br /&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pretty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure how true and genuine this is, apparently, teh CEO of JP Morgan read her post and replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ms Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO&lt;br /&gt;J.P. Morgan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5708567201127977161?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5708567201127977161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5708567201127977161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5708567201127977161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5708567201127977161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/05/acquaintance-posted-this-on-his.html' title='Come &amp; Date Miss Pretty =)'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4833319342873754452</id><published>2011-01-21T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:39:42.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blueberry Nights</title><content type='html'>I like the movie. Your typical Wong Kar Wai movie. Deep. Bored. Make you think. And wonder. I don't remember much of this movie but I remember this part of the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/my_blueberry_nights_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Sue Lynne?&lt;br /&gt;Sue Lynne?&lt;br /&gt;It's late.&lt;br /&gt;Come on let me take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;seventeen when he pulled me over.&lt;br /&gt;High as a kite.&lt;br /&gt;''You been drinking, Miss? ''&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Bat my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought we'd be married.&lt;br /&gt;In love with a cop,&lt;br /&gt;and stuck in this godforesaken town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;So we tried&lt;br /&gt;drinking our way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;But it never made sense in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran.&lt;br /&gt;And every time I came back,&lt;br /&gt;he was here.&lt;br /&gt;And he was still crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;now that he has,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me more than&lt;br /&gt;anything else in the whole world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Weisz. She acts well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tvgasm.com/newsgasm/moviegasm/myblueberrynights/blueberry_weisz.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4833319342873754452?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4833319342873754452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4833319342873754452' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4833319342873754452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4833319342873754452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My Blueberry Nights'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-6370337611430300511</id><published>2010-11-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:09:23.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Lao Gang</title><content type='html'>So we were just driving around looking at the new shops and we passed by this big sign board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/21102010137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in and I quite like the deco they have on the wall. Very vintage. The waitresses, which we insisted are not local are quite "vintage" as well the way they talked =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/21102010138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we had salted vege tofu soup. Normal - nothing to shout about. We also had Yam Chicken - okay... not that bad. And also Fu Yu Yao Mak - which is slightly below average but still edible. For that kind of price, the place is really nothing to shout about - despite the place is quite occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/21102010139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM34.02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6370337611430300511?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6370337611430300511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6370337611430300511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6370337611430300511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6370337611430300511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-lao-gang.html' title='Day 6: Lao Gang'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-6117381397204118844</id><published>2010-10-27T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:08:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Finding Love Again" Part 2</title><content type='html'>"... It took more than a year to get over the shock, humiliation and misery of losing a husband, friend and confidant (he was all those things) but I'm glad to say that that old cliche about time being a great healer is true. I can hardly even remember the pain I felt - just enough not to want to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that I'm now cynical about love and men. I have never believed a woman is incomplete without a husband. I think we get on fine without men, but it doesn't mean we can't be happy with special someone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I 'm not really looking at this moment in time. At 40, I am financially independent and I have three lovely kids. I don't feel in need of a man for traditional reason: companionship, stability and security, reproduction. Perhaps this is why the men I've dated so far are a lot younger than me. Basically, I now date for a laugh. I just want a good time, some conversation, and if there's sex, then that's frequently, although not always, a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like younger men (in the last four months I've dated three men regularly and they've all been below 30) because they're not looking for a long-term commitment. I have no intention of re-marrying and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be answerable to no one but my children and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing my young friends (they really are friends before anything else) have done wonders for is my self-esteem. Although my girl friends like to make jokes about me binding these guys into sex slavery, I spend more time chatting over coffee, discussing books and playing computer games than between the sheets with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good friend to someone is a real confidence booster. Being the person a guy (or a girl for that matter) chooses to tell their hopes and fears to, calls for teh tarik at 2am, or uses to test their recipe for coffee cheesecake on, is an honour and a privilege. Being valued as a friend is a gift that I value with all my heart. It makes me look at myself with pride.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It makes me happy to be me. &lt;/span&gt;It makes me not want to be someone else. It makes me remember why I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the end, my search for love has always started with the face I see in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPppmv6XE4mf-LarsqpOuOkMlqbqZ0EKMR-sTkUlgT9HcybbQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__TfWKPjF1YmC3u2E7kQTQj6icYH4=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daphne Lee lives in a flat held up by piles of books. She loves red fridges, blue rooms, the green of young leaves, white frangipani and lilies, fresh lavender, the gleam in cats' eyes and their sleepy paws, the Cuckmere River at Seven Sisters, punting on the Cherwell, St James Park in the fall, Devi's corner and bak kut teh, a popsicle on a hot day, her three children's lovely faces. She wishes she could wear a snake as a bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6117381397204118844?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6117381397204118844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6117381397204118844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6117381397204118844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6117381397204118844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-love-again-part-2.html' title='&quot;Finding Love Again&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-206533035736679463</id><published>2010-10-27T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:53:07.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Finding Love Again" Part 1</title><content type='html'>I must share this. Because I love what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daphne Lee&lt;/span&gt; wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a little girl, my mother never lost the opportunity to tell me how beautiful I was. I was her baby, the youngest of four girls, much younger than my siblings. I was a cute chubby child, but I was hardly beautiful. Still, my mother must have believed I was - don't mothers? In any case, because she told me repeatedly that I was beautiful, I believed I was and carried on believing it. All my life, I have been perplexed when people disagree with me on this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 40 now and I think I look roughly the same as when I was three. I still think I'm beautiful - a few months ago. I even started my own fan club, for a joke I hasten to add, but I acknowledge that there had to be a degree of cheek (which I've always believed is a form of self-esteem and self-love) involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't argue with self-love. If you don't love yourself, you might as well give up on others loving you. (I'm also all for blowing your own trumpet - just the occasional gentle toot, so long as you can play in tune, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is about finding love again and the reason I was asked to write it is because I recently lost love, in more ways than one. Eighteen months ago, my ex-husband left me for another woman. He ceased to love me and, for the first time in my life, I stopped loving myself. I thought I was ugly and no worth. I was a failure in all ways. The other woman was younger, sweeter, thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself trying to turn myself into her, physically.  I went shopping for the same sort of clothes she wore. I grew my hair, I even considered getting a pair of glasses like hers (I have 20/20 vision). What made it so ridiculous, now that I look back, is that this woman has acne and dresses like a 13-year-old. She does have lovely silky hair, though, but I must have been seriously off my rocket to have wanted to look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first six months after my husband moved out, I would have done practically anything to win him back. I was eager to acknowledge the part I played in the breakup. I wanted him to tell me what I could do to make him love me again. I believed our relationship was worth saving and whatever was wrong about it could be made right. I was also willing to believe that I was the sole cause of the failure of our marriage. Okay, so I knew deep down that I wasn't entirely to blame but I think the circumstances of the split addled my brain and turned me into an insecure, self-doubting shadow of my real self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd have done if my best friend had not been there to constantly offer support in the form of a listening ear, kind words, and sensible advice. Best of all, she kept reminding me that I wasn't a bad person who deserved the heartache. She reminded me that the reason why she was on-call 27-7 (she lives in Singapore) was because I'd been there for her 24-7 too. ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-206533035736679463?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/206533035736679463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=206533035736679463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/206533035736679463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/206533035736679463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/finding-love-again-part-1.html' title='&quot;Finding Love Again&quot; Part 1'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-2808891708702815679</id><published>2010-10-24T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:53:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Fireman BBQ</title><content type='html'>It's a hungry night so we decided to go STEAMBOAT! So this used to be Thai food placed changed into a buffet steamboat place.  It's quite a trend these days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to the place and they were having a promotion. RM29.90 for 2. Quite a nice deal for a buffet steamboat place. And it's charcoal steamboat which I find it really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they have this funny pot for us. And to grease the plate, they use chicken skin! I was thinking, very clever and it prevents the oil flowing down to the soup if butter or oil was used. And we have a waitress who actually attends to us exclusively! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/20102010134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spread was just so so but to my delight BEEF BALLS! Oh very nice, arranged nicely around the steampot. I must had ate gazillions of them. The prawns was not too bad, the freshness, between yuan and lmz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/20102010135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And part of the buffet steamboat, they also serve you, lamb chops, beef steaks and check this out, grilled sea hum - very nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/20102010136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really hot with the coals that you could not really slow down the fire, bb ordered beer to cool off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bill 54.55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2808891708702815679?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2808891708702815679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2808891708702815679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2808891708702815679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2808891708702815679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-fireman-bbq.html' title='Day 5: Fireman BBQ'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7480428651827059367</id><published>2010-10-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:42:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Bluec Station</title><content type='html'>We almost did not end up here. Bb was so agitated that he had too pee and that Miko place is just to freaky to go in. So we just walked up to this "ice cream" shop to settle down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To our delight, the place is not an "ice cream" after all though the sign board just screams that with the pastel colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/19102010128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since they don't serve pot tea like what we usually ordered, and I particularly feel like having something sweet, I ordered Strawberry Milk Tea. The milk tea is quite nice though the pearls tasted funny. And guess what! It's ladies night and I get Jasmine tea for free =) And bb also was feeling something else besides tea, he ordered Blueberry Soda, which he insisted looking too femme for him, though he loves the drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/19102010131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit hungry at that hour so I ordered fish rice, which I like the spunky chilli beans taste. BB, of course, complained being overfed by his &lt;i&gt;sitaopo &lt;/i&gt;was in 7th heaven when he was being told that the breakfast set is available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/19102010132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bill RM29.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bb approves going back again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7243873-7480428651827059367?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7480428651827059367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7480428651827059367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7480428651827059367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7480428651827059367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4-bluec-station.html' title='Day 4: Bluec Station'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-2187494670485708168</id><published>2010-10-24T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:34:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Sri Petaling Soon Fat</title><content type='html'>It's after a tiring working day. Finished late in the office and not much energy to go place hunting so we just drove by Sri Petaling to settle at the &lt;i&gt;dai chow &lt;/i&gt;there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/18102010126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ordering food, I went next door to look for pork jerky cause was just too hungry and to my delight I found beef jerky! Something I have not had since I was a kid! So happy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had garlic stir fried brocolli, salty, a bit starchy but I like the softness/firmness of the vege. Then we had &lt;i&gt;ham yu fa lam bou&lt;/i&gt;, which is not bad too with the amount of pork they served with. And stir fried pig&lt;i&gt; cheong &lt;/i&gt;with dried shrimps. The &lt;i&gt;cheongs&lt;/i&gt; are really big in size and the dried shrimps were generous which makes it nice... all washed down in a pot of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/18102010125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bill RM32.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad, not bad. We will go back there again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2187494670485708168?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2187494670485708168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2187494670485708168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2187494670485708168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2187494670485708168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-sri-petaling-soon-fat.html' title='Day 3: Sri Petaling Soon Fat'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3237075265909389958</id><published>2010-10-17T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:04:04.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: At Home</title><content type='html'>The week is just too tiring with all the work in the office so I just wanted to stay at the comfort of my home to cook while I destress. Cooking is therapeutic...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soup! That is always the first dish I cook. This week is chicken feet with peanuts. I love this soup since I was a kid. I love the mashed up chicken feet and soft boiled peanuts in the flavour. Cost RM15.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black beans ribs. Oh I love this too. The amounts of garlic with the hint of tomato with taucu sauce makes this dish lovely to go with rice. Cost RM7.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shishamo. Oh I found this in pasar. Fried this and dip into my nice garlic, lime kikoman - heaven. Cost RM7.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boiled prawns. Simple. I like with my nice garlic, lime kikoman. Cost RM3.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th dish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in the picture I served this later. Duck century eggs with preserved ginger. Very nice. Cost RM2.20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well nobody said eating at home is cheap. But with Ade over as a guest, it's not too bad for 3.  Yeah, I love cooking. It's really therapeutic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/16102010124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3237075265909389958?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3237075265909389958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3237075265909389958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3237075265909389958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3237075265909389958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-at-home.html' title='Day 2: At Home'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-705402784179485643</id><published>2010-10-17T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:14:35.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: The Pork Place</title><content type='html'>I first notice this place when I was driving past by and saw this huge pig signboard facing the main road. Of course that pig didn't last long in this country =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW03Sbz9UE/TJByp45bCNI/AAAAAAAAGkk/I_l6X0x80v0/s400/P1030019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the setup. There is a pork counter that sells meat, sausages, ham even jerky like the ones you see in cold storage. The place when you step in, first thing, oh wow, this place smells all porky. No kidding. I suspect it all came from that pork counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat in this place behind the stairs, neat the kitchen. I like how the decorate the walls. I particular like the cop pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/15102010120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered a burger and pork rice with japanese curry. The japanese curry was just alright but the burger was nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/15102010123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/15102010122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pricey at RM50.40, even if we do go back, it's all about the setup and environment or to buy pork from the counter =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/15102010121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-705402784179485643?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/705402784179485643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=705402784179485643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/705402784179485643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/705402784179485643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-pork-place.html' title='Day 1: The Pork Place'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_czW03Sbz9UE/TJByp45bCNI/AAAAAAAAGkk/I_l6X0x80v0/s72-c/P1030019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-971051106936831619</id><published>2010-10-14T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:47:42.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge</title><content type='html'>Hummm... This is a Julie &amp;amp; Julia moment that I had after dinner today... It suddenly came to me when this happened earlier on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hey bb! look, there is a new restaurant open...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; there, the red colour one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you know what! we should challenge ourselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; har? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the next 2 weeks, we should dine at a new place everyday, and the condition is that we could not dine at a place that we have been to before... exception would be cooking at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hummm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you dare? then i will blog about it everyday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dare! why don't we make it tougher, even cooking at home, cannot cook the same dishes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wah... can! you sure on ah... it's going to be going a lot of places that sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; except for vegetarian, on! and when a place sucks, we will blog, die also don't go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we passed by something quite exciting... we saw the location where &lt;i&gt;Tenji&lt;/i&gt; is renovating in Puchong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hey i have an upgrade version... instead of 2 weeks, we continue our challenge till &lt;i&gt;Tenji&lt;/i&gt; opens... and we will end our challenge at &lt;i&gt;Tenji&lt;/i&gt; with a bang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; good idea! hey wait a min, provided &lt;i&gt;Tenji &lt;/i&gt;has the things i like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; har?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bb1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my cod fish and vodka... can drink till die so near hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am looking forward to end it with a bang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-971051106936831619?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/971051106936831619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=971051106936831619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/971051106936831619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/971051106936831619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenge.html' title='The Challenge'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-561685725769539621</id><published>2010-10-11T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:14:51.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Fridge</title><content type='html'>For many years I have been stuck with a small little fridge - a 2nd hand fridge which was sold at RM200 to me by a lovely couple neighbour. As all 2nd hand things go, the fridge eventually gave way and had a spoilt freezer. For years I have been living with the spoilt freezer, where the ice thickens so quickly that we could not put anything inside without defrosting every other hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years I have been wanting the fridge to be replaced. I would open and close fridge doors at stores to imagine how wonderful it would be like to have a fridge just big enough to store some extra food in the freezer so that I could cook nice maggi mee with frozen prawns and tofu on a rainy day. I would stare at the price tag, and think, well, it's not that important after all and it would be tough to move the fridge to a permanent home eventually - how often do I need to cook nice prawny-tofu-ey maggi mee on a rainy day anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toshiba.com.my/images/product/b/Refrigerator/grr320l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new tall handsome fridge. And I love the fact it's full of pork, tofu, prawns and lots of ice in the freezer and guaranteed not be starved on rainy day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-561685725769539621?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/561685725769539621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=561685725769539621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/561685725769539621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/561685725769539621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-fridge.html' title='My New Fridge'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-8176684669962139029</id><published>2010-08-10T07:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:47:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Mix</title><content type='html'>For typing sake, the Malay part was actually originally spoken in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 1: Hey, ada coklat di atas peti sejuk ni...&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 2: Oh! Jangan simpan kat situ untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempt&lt;/span&gt; saya...&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 1: Ah? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempt?&lt;/span&gt; Apa benda tu?&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempt&lt;/span&gt; ah... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempting&lt;/span&gt;... coklat tu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempting&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 1: Aiyo, nak cakap, cakap bagus bagus! Jangan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIX&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 2: Jangan apa benda?&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 1: ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Housemate 2: Kakakakakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find them in FB lei... it would be nice if we could get connected again hehehe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8176684669962139029?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8176684669962139029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8176684669962139029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8176684669962139029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8176684669962139029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/08/jangan-mix.html' title='Jangan Mix'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-3830836863763309866</id><published>2010-06-27T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:09:11.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me, how could I be so tolerant with such drama and temper, and seriously, it did not take me very long to answer them back. It's just as simple as love. Yeah, it's not a myth. Love can make you do crazy things. So crazy that one would not think it's rational. Why you think so many wars was started cause of love. Hummm... that sentence did not come out quite right. So ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://yessigreena.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid-love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, recently I have found a new bff whom babysits me in the weekends... today is retail therapy day... we are going to this new place to check out some girly stuff - clothes, shoes, jewellery... I miss those moments sometimes =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3830836863763309866?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3830836863763309866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3830836863763309866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3830836863763309866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3830836863763309866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts-on-sunday.html' title='Thoughts on a Sunday'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8606023065336909619</id><published>2010-06-01T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:46:31.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire Diaries</title><content type='html'>So I became a fan of this teenage drama series... I really like Ian's character... makes him look handsome... and I like this particular scene of him... makes him so sexy... with that SNAG moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i803.photobucket.com/albums/yy311/vdsource/Wallpapers/Elena-Damon-the-vampire-diaries-tv-.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... just look at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySWXequGu68/SrMD8_a2KqI/AAAAAAAAANI/gB-ErvSYihk/s320/damon-salvatore-promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...mmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8606023065336909619?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8606023065336909619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8606023065336909619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8606023065336909619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8606023065336909619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/06/vampire-diaries.html' title='The Vampire Diaries'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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://i803.photobucket.com/albums/yy311/vdsource/Wallpapers/th_Elena-Damon-the-vampire-diaries-tv-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-7213336533904307986</id><published>2010-05-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:35:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Laziness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.laughinglarry.com/images/box/lazy_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... has to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7213336533904307986?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7213336533904307986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7213336533904307986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7213336533904307986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7213336533904307986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-laziness.html' title='This Laziness...'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6123046422414003585</id><published>2010-05-16T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:01:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cut Finger</title><content type='html'>So I was at the kitchen and I finally cut my finger while cutting an onion that slipped. It was quite a hilarious scene thinking back. I have used the word "bitch" so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded the onion a bitch. And I was scolding my finger bitch cause it won't stop bleeding. And I scolded my blood bitch for dripping all over the floor. And I scolded the first aid kit guidebook a bitch for not having anything useful to stop the bleeding. I even scolded the antiseptic cream a bitch for no reason. One thing for sure the blood color was really cool. It was red and fresh. Ooo~ that is what vampire craze for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the bleeding stopped and I managed to dress the wound on my own - thank goodness the first aid kit was bought. And I had a wonderful friend who helped to continue to cook dinner and lots of kiss for my dear finger =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6123046422414003585?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6123046422414003585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6123046422414003585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6123046422414003585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6123046422414003585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-cut-finger.html' title='My Cut Finger'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1123400468460242870</id><published>2010-05-08T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:21:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley Wrinkles</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I am thinking of a long lost friend who I had spent one of the most wonderful years I have in life. She is quite severely long-sighted and for many years she has been wearing fashionable glasses with think frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, she had decided to get contact lenses and after a good struggle of 20 odd minutes, she finally managed to get the contacts in and for the first time in her life she was introduced to her smiley wrinkles at the corner of her eyes whenever she laughs (which has been hiding behind those think glasses frame all these while when she looks into the mirror) and she was horrified with the sight of how much she has aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crystalpeak.com/skindeep/images/botox_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hilarious moment. But it did not stop her from continuing to venture into contact lense (in difference colours I may add) and showoff her charming smiley wrinkles =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1123400468460242870?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1123400468460242870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1123400468460242870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1123400468460242870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1123400468460242870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/05/smiley-wrinkles.html' title='Smiley Wrinkles'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-2917134563786829078</id><published>2010-04-27T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:27:12.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Cuppa'</title><content type='html'>Recently I was bestowed with this nasty cough that actually made me refrained from cold drinks at all cost. Can you imagine! And during this period of mine, I have learnt to appreciate the nice hot drinks that was around me. I had a lot of hot tea. I had hot honey (with garlic at one time none the less - yucks!). I had hot coffee with almond sprinkles. I had hot chocolate. And oh my, I even had hot Milo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, it is not that bad all =) I liked the feeling when the hot drink warms up my tummy. It's almost like there is a soothing to your heart. Maybe that's what it feels like when people hug hot water bottles. When you cough so hard and you have a hot warm tea, the feeling is such relief... It's like you are being served a cuppa' love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://johnryanrecabar.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/hot-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2917134563786829078?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2917134563786829078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2917134563786829078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2917134563786829078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2917134563786829078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-cuppa.html' title='A Hot Cuppa&apos;'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8229420346542225613</id><published>2010-04-18T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:31:16.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar Panties on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-ak.sparkpeople.com/3/6/b369046334.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB I am really sorry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff240/commentcherry/cherrytap/comment_graphics/sorry_comments/images/115sorry8.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8229420346542225613?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8229420346542225613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8229420346542225613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8229420346542225613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8229420346542225613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/04/liar-liar-panties-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar Panties on Fire'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-7987265328221695857</id><published>2010-04-11T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:28:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lungs Are Coming Out</title><content type='html'>I am having this nasty cough for a month now. And it had got worse for the past 2 weeks. It is difficult to sleep at night and it's worse in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buncombecounty.org/common/_RTE/Image/Health/CoughingLittleGirl%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the doctor and the specialist and the meds are not helping so I am going to look into traditional remedies that I am googling =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Use of honey is one of the most common, traditional cough remedies. Consumption of 1 teaspoon of hot honey every one-quarter hour will help to relieve the cough symptoms. It will also give relief from severe spasms of asthma. Continuous use of honey is helpful for throat health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hummm... I think I can try this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finely chop a raw onion and extract its juice. Mix one teaspoon of the onion juice with one teaspoon of honey and keep it for about 4-5 hours. Consume this excellent cough syrup twice a day. Another home remedy with onions is to crush a raw onion and add juice of one lemon. Add one glass of boiling water to this mixture. You can also add honey for better taste. Consume this mixture 2-3 times a day. This preparation is helpful in treating phlegm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hummm... I think I will KIV this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pound 500 grams of fresh garlic into a paste. Mix two teaspoonfulls of the paste and a teaspoon or two of cane sugar in a cup of hot water and drink. Do this twice a day. Store the remaining garlic paste in a sealed jar for future use. Good for cough from the common cold. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crack an egg into a bowl and beat it evenly. Add 35 grams of honey to a small pot of water and bring to a boil. Add the honey water to the egg bowl, mix well and drink warm. Do this 1-2 times a day. Another common, traditional home remedy for coughing in China, although some people may not want to eat too many eggs. Good for dry cough and hoarse voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Egg &amp; Honey! =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I found garlic in the kitchen. I am going to try the garlic honey drink. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7987265328221695857?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7987265328221695857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7987265328221695857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7987265328221695857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7987265328221695857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-lungs-are-coming-out.html' title='My Lungs Are Coming Out'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7222931912123443503</id><published>2010-04-11T12:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:18:09.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; The City</title><content type='html'>You know... after years of proudly saying that I never watched Sex &amp; The City, I finally did. Not only that - I got addicted and I completed all 6 Seasons completed with movie within a span of 1 month.... muahahahahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm46/satcfan08/sex-and-the-city-entertainment-week.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the characters, I love the setup (Oh I love New York too!), I love the humour, the reality of it, the ideal of it, the crew, the cast, the story, I love the show =) I was chatting to a friend earlier on and I was trying to convince her to watch the show (she is also going through this nasty long-distance-shall-i-break-up-cause-i-am-not-strong-enough-he-is-so-faraway melodrama), so I told her, watch the show and you will know that even good-looking-career-successful-amazing-wardrobe women has the screwiest relationships in the world and all these you are going through is so normal - parts and pieces of a full-lived life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a moment, have a cuppa and embrace life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7222931912123443503?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7222931912123443503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7222931912123443503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7222931912123443503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7222931912123443503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2010/04/sex-city.html' title='Sex &amp; The City'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3892144245840893138</id><published>2009-09-13T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:49:07.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>I finally completed my resume after a procrastinating for 5 gawd damn years. But I still do not know what I want to do yet. Because of my upgraded lifestyle over the years, the new job would need to support me a little better and make me sleep better at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still want to continue with sales? I don't know. Something that is excel and system bound would be great. That is such a piece of cake to me. Perhaps could consider being a sexytary hahahahaha... I am good at that too =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3892144245840893138?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3892144245840893138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3892144245840893138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3892144245840893138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3892144245840893138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-2340444642929188744</id><published>2009-08-26T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:30:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Outside...</title><content type='html'>...it's one of those zhai evening I am having right now... sitting here in my office... browsing facebook... checking out everybody's picture and trying to imagine how life's is with all of them right now... now that we are all in our 30s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite cool being in my mid 30s now... seems like yesterday when were still in school... and it's one of those evening... I am sitting here... with my three dots... thinking... reflecting... how life is with me right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, the Sarah Maclachlan background song is not really helping out at all kekekeke... hummm... I miss writing... perhaps go home, have a cuppa and write =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2340444642929188744?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2340444642929188744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2340444642929188744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2340444642929188744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2340444642929188744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-raining-outside.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Outside...'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-8115393682488384426</id><published>2009-08-09T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:32:37.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting @ The Coffee Shop</title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd week in a row I have been sitting in a coffee shop on a Sunday just to do brainless things that I think I like to do. Keeping up with Facebook and also playing games online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans today. I want to make prawn salad with lots and lots of prawns... yum yum... and have nice mussels with thousand island sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's peaceful sitting here. Open air with the lap top just doing brainless things that I think I like to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8115393682488384426?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8115393682488384426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8115393682488384426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8115393682488384426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8115393682488384426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitting-coffee-shop.html' title='Sitting @ The Coffee Shop'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6808999900303095973</id><published>2008-12-28T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:09:27.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thien Howe Temple</title><content type='html'>It was Lim Kin Tong's wedding. Oh yeah, you heard me right, the long lost Tong Tong managed to get hold of me and invited me to his wedding which was at a temple's hall. I was quite excited to attend cause I have not seen Tong-Tong for a long time and also I never visited Thien Howe Temple before and they told me the place is quite a scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was quite fun to visit with all these statue and I even managed to do the "chim" thing for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/THK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/THK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Alien and Chung Kah Yin also at the wedding and we had quite a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pictures are still at his camera so I just have the ones I took of him from my camera. And this is my handsome BB also my loyal fan =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/THK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6808999900303095973?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6808999900303095973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6808999900303095973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6808999900303095973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6808999900303095973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/thien-howe-temple.html' title='Thien Howe Temple'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-2516824682180721974</id><published>2008-12-28T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:01:40.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas @ The Curve</title><content type='html'>This year, The Curve prolly had the most pretty deco, I would say. They had this pretty garden with little elves all over and the tree actually was spinning on a big turn table. It was so pretty that the centre court's deco was full of visitors taking turns to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are pictures of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he opened his eyes so big on this one kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we took tonnes of pictures before we headed to our normal place, The Empress, for a Christmas Day dinner - lovely chicken pie and cheese cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also taken by my loyal fan photographer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so handsome here... kakakaka... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Christmas Day @ The Curve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2516824682180721974?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2516824682180721974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2516824682180721974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2516824682180721974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2516824682180721974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-curve.html' title='Christmas @ The Curve'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4836597964445353902</id><published>2008-12-28T15:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:54:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas @ Sunway Pyramid</title><content type='html'>Aaaahhh... we heard Sunway Pyramid's deco was really grand so we decided to go for a visit. First stop we got ourselves really nice doughnuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the deco in the new wing. Colourful and we particularly liked the snowman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were not too sure yet where is the grand part cause it's just look so normal. Till we got to the old wing. Wow... There were these tall red Christmas Trees which really looked grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the picures I took throughout Pyramid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by of course, my most loyal fan photographer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our Christmas @ Sunway Pyramid =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/SW7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4836597964445353902?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4836597964445353902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4836597964445353902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4836597964445353902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4836597964445353902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-sunway-pyramid.html' title='Christmas @ Sunway Pyramid'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6856606433281849986</id><published>2008-12-28T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:41:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pretty Nails</title><content type='html'>I have an obsession with painting nails lately. So I bought a lot of stuff to learn nail art. And this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Nail.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad for a beginner =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6856606433281849986?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6856606433281849986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6856606433281849986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6856606433281849986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6856606433281849986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-pretty-nails.html' title='My Pretty Nails'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6320980424307594341</id><published>2008-12-28T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:44:40.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Dinner @ Steph's</title><content type='html'>Christmas EVe, Steph invited us to their place for a steamboat dinner also cum House Warming. It was a peaceful dinner with Squidy and 2 of her colleagues, Gin &amp; Fergie (read Fei G). We have plenty of booze and food - what else could a good meal ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Steph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us in the kitchen preparing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Steph2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Steph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steph "chopping" chillis with a pair of scissors =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Steph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the view from her 18th floor apartment which is quite nice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Steph5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time, we are going back there for New Year's Eve dinner though it would just be 3 of us. We are still looking for more participants but then again plenty food and booze, that would be all just enough... kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6320980424307594341?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6320980424307594341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6320980424307594341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6320980424307594341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6320980424307594341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-dinner-stephs.html' title='Christmas Eve Dinner @ Steph&apos;s'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-8295732060977508207</id><published>2008-12-28T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:23:35.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Chirstmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>Office had a Christmas dinner and of course BB was with me =) Food was not really that &lt;br /&gt;fantastic but had a good time nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/OP.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8295732060977508207?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8295732060977508207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8295732060977508207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8295732060977508207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8295732060977508207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/office-chirstmas-dinner.html' title='Office Chirstmas Dinner'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-2044443662614400651</id><published>2008-12-28T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:29:51.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas @ Mid Valley</title><content type='html'>Aaahhh... Christmas will not be complete without us visiting Mid Valley for Christmas pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are all set and ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I think Mid Valley has quite a confused theme. It's a colourful Christmas with a twang of Deepavali hahaha... and damn it we forgotten to visit Gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we took plenty of pictures all around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a point we saw this family struggling to take pictures so I told BB to offer him to hold the camera. I think they overheard us and mistaken that we wanted to ask for help... though we did not manage to help the family to take the pictures but they took a full length pictures for us which is really rare pictures that we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MV6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad after all the trip =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2044443662614400651?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2044443662614400651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2044443662614400651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2044443662614400651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2044443662614400651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-mid-valley.html' title='Christmas @ Mid Valley'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4874968865795926741</id><published>2008-12-28T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:16:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB Fried Rice</title><content type='html'>I don't quite remember what did he really cooked that day for this picture to be taken. Must be some sort of fried rice. But I remember there was a day when I came back home from work, I saw him in the kitchen cooking dinner and that was quite a surprise =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cook1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4874968865795926741?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4874968865795926741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4874968865795926741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4874968865795926741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4874968865795926741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/bb-fried-rice.html' title='BB Fried Rice'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3302591472232268818</id><published>2008-12-28T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:56:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday @ Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB1&lt;/span&gt;: You know I am really tired and I think you are too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB2&lt;/span&gt;: Uh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB1&lt;/span&gt;: Why don't we go for a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB2&lt;/span&gt;: Oh oh oh! Yeah! We could go to Cameron Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB1&lt;/span&gt;: Good idea, your company has an apartment there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BB2&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we packed to Cameron Highlands. The weather was just so wonderful. Cooling and relaxing. And the vegetables were really nice... crunchy and fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Strawberry place we visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/C1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we also visited this Cactus place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/C2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this garden place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Cameron's visits would not be complete stopping by a tea place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/C4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, we stopped by this waterfall place which was quite nice as well, except that it was a little too crowded with visitors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/C5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, could also &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://kenn-ng.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-at-cameron-highland.html"&gt;click here =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun holiday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3302591472232268818?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3302591472232268818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3302591472232268818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3302591472232268818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3302591472232268818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-holiday-cameron-highlands.html' title='My Holiday @ Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5136305570404083651</id><published>2008-12-28T14:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:48:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas @ 1 Utama</title><content type='html'>Last year we went around malls to take Christmas pictures so we thought that this year we would want to do that again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandar Utama's deco was quite alright. Nothing much to shout about compared to the drummer boy theme last year. This year was some sort of Alice lost in Winter Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have this weird face on a tree with a worm tail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/BU1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the centre piece of this pretty lighted white Christmas Trees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/BU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/BU3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, nothing much to shout about at 1U this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/BU4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5136305570404083651?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5136305570404083651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5136305570404083651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5136305570404083651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5136305570404083651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-1-utama.html' title='Christmas @ 1 Utama'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5905253072814460319</id><published>2008-12-28T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:11:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepakking in KL</title><content type='html'>My dad came down for a sales meeting and training for a few days cause he is the top salesman right now in his company. I am so proud of him actually =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to bring him around but he opted to join his colleagues to walk around KL which I am not too fancy about. So we just dropped him there and picked him up later. But we were a bit too early and was not ready to go so we were just lounging around KL area waiting for him - we really did not know The Weld closes at 6pm on Sundays - gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were hungry and no where to go so we took some pictures instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KL-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, it was quite funny and this is one story I could tell for years... kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5905253072814460319?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5905253072814460319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5905253072814460319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5905253072814460319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5905253072814460319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/lepakking-in-kl.html' title='Lepakking in KL'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3469459963550686620</id><published>2008-12-28T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:56:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Bag</title><content type='html'>My lap top bag got spoiled despite I went to repair it again. So we decided that it's time to get a quality one (read: expensive one) instead of keep on repairing the old one. At the rate we are repairing the old bag, the cost will come up to the new one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new bag that my BB bought me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Bag1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Bag2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3469459963550686620?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3469459963550686620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3469459963550686620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3469459963550686620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3469459963550686620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-bag.html' title='My New Bag'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7815167408048098007</id><published>2008-10-12T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:41:30.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon I Looked For New Housemates</title><content type='html'>Years back when we were students, we could not afford to rent the whole apartment on our own like now. So we put up an ad for the 1 empty room we have. So my roommate Ah Har, who is also Mandarin illiterate picked up the calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller 1: Room for Rent?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Har: Yaya... What your name?&lt;br /&gt;Caller 1: Oh... my name is Feng Yiu... &lt;br /&gt;Ah Har: Har? Wah! Minyak Cap Kapak??!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wuahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another caller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller 2: Room for Rent?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Har: Yaya... What your name?&lt;br /&gt;Caller 2: Oh... my name is Doo Shern...&lt;br /&gt;Ah Har: Har? Wah! God of Gambling??!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wuahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out caller no. 2 passed our interview with flying colours and we learnt that his name is actually Too Sheng not Doo Shern as he and his roommate Ah Boon guided our Mandarin better =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are meeting up for dinner after 5-6 years we did not get together... Looking forward to that one =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7815167408048098007?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7815167408048098007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7815167408048098007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7815167408048098007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7815167408048098007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-upon-i-looked-for-new-housemates.html' title='Once Upon I Looked For New Housemates'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-429044566092080665</id><published>2008-09-28T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:12:13.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leg Pain</title><content type='html'>3 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; Leg pain... so nice if can have legs in warm water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; You want me to go make hot water for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; No need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; Come come I go get for you... then I can massage your leg for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; Oh so sweet... but no need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; Oh leg pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; Come I massage for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Massage massage massage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; Wait wait wait... need to return favour wan anot? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; Ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; If need to massage you back then I dunwan liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LP:&lt;/span&gt; Wah... like that... but no need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LK:&lt;/span&gt; Oh okay... continue la... song song... nice nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wah liao eh...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/7243873-429044566092080665?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/429044566092080665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=429044566092080665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/429044566092080665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/429044566092080665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/09/leg-pain.html' title='Leg Pain'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-173914630755199152</id><published>2008-08-30T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:13:50.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Malacca</title><content type='html'>I also could not remember why we went to Malacca... prolly because of a colleague's party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, these pictures are taken to make ppl jelust only muahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Melaka1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Melaka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Melaka3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Melaka4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know... we just look so pretty together kakakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-173914630755199152?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/173914630755199152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=173914630755199152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/173914630755199152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/173914630755199152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-malacca.html' title='Trip To Malacca'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6547199887602077580</id><published>2008-08-30T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:24:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I am now 30, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we went to Port Dickson to celebrate my 30th birthday so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived the hotel apartment in the evening... not too bad this place except for some funky musky smell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon explored the 2 floors apartment and the sea view was just so nice and romantic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rested for a while, and off we go for my birthday dinner... and we found this little seafood place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bb ordered sau min for me (first time I am eating such min) and also salted eggs crab - yumyum... and oh yeah, who would not be safe sitting to a look like that kakaka...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back to the apartment to change. We rested for a while before impulsively decided to head out to the beach and play! No pictures for this one cause the place is just too dark and too naughty to show kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we came back from the beach, we cleaned each other up and it was birthday cake time complete with birthday songs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took some lovey dovey pictures to make ppl jelust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning... we packed and headed out to the beach again hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to the apartment, cleaned up and we headed our way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, we stopped at a few places just to visit, including this koyak ortrich farm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this pretty pier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... it was a fun, lovely 30th Birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/PD9.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am aging gracefully... nyahahahahahahaha...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6547199887602077580?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6547199887602077580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6547199887602077580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6547199887602077580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6547199887602077580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-30th-birthday.html' title='My 30th Birthday'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1412018542645856960</id><published>2008-08-30T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:11:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ring</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you that I actually lost my gold bracelet? I think I am just not dainty enough to have one... all my life I think I had lost count the number of times I lost one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to get a ring instead... at least it would be safely slipped in between my delicate fingers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Ring1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1412018542645856960?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1412018542645856960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1412018542645856960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1412018542645856960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1412018542645856960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-new-ring.html' title='My New Ring'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5468244290429197166</id><published>2008-08-30T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:09:03.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Season</title><content type='html'>This is my cooking look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my cooking kitchen, which I am proud that is clean, neat and tidy :):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my cooking partner in crime kekeke...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cook3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are some of the stuffs that we managed to cook and doesn't taste so bad after all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spaghetti bolognaise or carbonara on certain nights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cook4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have fish with vege...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Dish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Dish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken and soup also not too bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Dish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, sometimes we have poor fish fried till all charn sai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Dish4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I always have 1 very happy customer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/LowYat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5468244290429197166?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5468244290429197166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5468244290429197166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5468244290429197166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5468244290429197166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooking-season.html' title='Cooking Season'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4388240484032334189</id><published>2008-08-30T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:27:13.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mummy</title><content type='html'>Most people who meets me and my mummy will tell me I will look exactly like her when I grow old cause we just look so much alike... so in 20 years time I will then look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Mummy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mummy loves to surprise me as well... she sneaked in my birthday present into the office... a new coat with a pretty skirt =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Mummy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I love my mummy very much... kakakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4388240484032334189?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4388240484032334189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4388240484032334189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4388240484032334189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4388240484032334189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mummy.html' title='My Mummy'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3592709810526694852</id><published>2008-08-30T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:38:59.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newly Arrived Niece</title><content type='html'>This is so uncanny that she looks like her father so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when she just came out - just before the Ghost Festival ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Stephy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her just merely 3 days old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Stephy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those cheeks, literally and no pun intended, runs in the family =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3592709810526694852?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3592709810526694852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3592709810526694852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3592709810526694852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3592709810526694852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-newly-arrived-niece.html' title='My Newly Arrived Niece'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3938155691797566451</id><published>2008-08-30T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:39:33.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>Okay... not pregnant again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Preggers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3938155691797566451?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3938155691797566451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3938155691797566451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3938155691797566451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3938155691797566451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/08/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1536674204900157218</id><published>2008-05-04T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:19:45.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Friend</title><content type='html'>This is the last time I went out with Jac. And this cookie fascinated me cause it's so big. She is now living happily ever after in a country thousands and thousands of miles away from me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cookie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our Sundays =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1536674204900157218?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1536674204900157218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1536674204900157218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1536674204900157218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1536674204900157218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-happy-friend.html' title='My Happy Friend'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4291528163811050352</id><published>2008-05-04T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:16:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's Present</title><content type='html'>We just spend a quiet evening at Kafeikuan this Valentine. They said this year horsies need a pi-yao to prevent mishaps so I asked for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Val1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for the car and one for the phone whom I joyously call my Pei Yaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4291528163811050352?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4291528163811050352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4291528163811050352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4291528163811050352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4291528163811050352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-valentines-present.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s Present'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-2036268380302929891</id><published>2008-05-04T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:17:46.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>My Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Like all Chinese New Year, I just want to spend time with my family at home and this year's was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we have our reunion dinner at my grandpa's place and yes, this is my reverand grandpa whom I am always proud to parade around myself as the granddaughter =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we did the lou sarng to wish everybody's success ahead~ and the salmon was orgasmic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we went to our cousin's place to watch the lion dance which was entertaining =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we went to church (did I tell you I actually saw Ben during my trip on my brother's wedding kekeke...) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally came home, my bb was waiting for me with my new year's present - something that I really like to wrap myself in - sarong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh... another Chinese New Year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2036268380302929891?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2036268380302929891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2036268380302929891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2036268380302929891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2036268380302929891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-chinese-new-year.html' title='My Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4756003041538227691</id><published>2008-05-04T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:46:52.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>I could not really remember a time that he successfully surprised me with a present. All the times, somehow he gets busted in his process of surprising me and last Christmas he surprisingly finally made it. I did not expect a gift at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is men's idea of a romantic present...kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4756003041538227691?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4756003041538227691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4756003041538227691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4756003041538227691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4756003041538227691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-christmas-present.html' title='My Christmas Present'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6699570657737743103</id><published>2008-02-06T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:56:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Leg Kick You To The Wall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gong Xi Gong Xi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cardmaster.com/card/Chinese%20New%20Year/Post%20Card/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my New Year story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; i tell you i tell you~ my brother ah~ his wife not so healthy with the pregnant baby so the doctor tell him to give her to drink nen-nen everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; then hor... we no see ying drink nennen ma, mai go ask him why he no buy nennen for the lou por lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; then why no buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; cause he said he did not go to supermarket...wahbiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;so important wan can not go buy wan meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; yeah wor... so i tell my mummy if it was you hor, i will one leg kick you to the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; BB! I think hor it's the other way round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; chances are hor you are the one who no want to go buy! tomorrow la... lazy la... and i will be kicking you to the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;/span&gt; WUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gong Xi Gong Xi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6699570657737743103?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6699570657737743103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6699570657737743103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6699570657737743103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6699570657737743103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-leg-kick-you-to-wall.html' title='One Leg Kick You To The Wall!'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-4700290285464407137</id><published>2007-12-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:53:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I am at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>This is a proud moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary moments. And there is no place better to have it at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Zoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Zoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so reminds me my trip back in Thailand when I was 12. It would be nice if I could scan the picture and compare. It's like a complete cycle =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4700290285464407137?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4700290285464407137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4700290285464407137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4700290285464407137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4700290285464407137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-i-am-at-zoo.html' title='Finally I am at the Zoo'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6244577528739606275</id><published>2007-12-02T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:43:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK Trip</title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh... he is finally here in KK with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the prettiest picture we have but sapu saja la... At Tanjung Aru Beach this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is taken on the plane, on our way back to KL... Romantic-nya kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Trip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be so jealous, okay? Bleah &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6244577528739606275?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6244577528739606275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6244577528739606275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6244577528739606275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6244577528739606275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/kk-trip.html' title='KK Trip'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1578984178131206799</id><published>2007-12-02T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:35:10.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibi's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Oh this is really a birthday plan SPOILED!! Hahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to go into the details but we had it in TGIF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TGIF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spoiled my plan was that the restaurant ended up sending me flowers to apologise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/TGIF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You imagine-lah the locomotion kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1578984178131206799?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1578984178131206799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1578984178131206799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1578984178131206799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1578984178131206799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/bibis-birthday.html' title='Bibi&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-9172963436149102810</id><published>2007-12-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:30:56.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Swensen</title><content type='html'>I always had wanted to go to Swensen to try their ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went there for dinner and ordered this funky drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Swensen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just stick back to my Baskin Robbins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-9172963436149102810?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/9172963436149102810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=9172963436149102810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/9172963436149102810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/9172963436149102810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/swensen.html' title='Swensen'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3565785800248223409</id><published>2007-12-02T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:27:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Thing No Good Thing</title><content type='html'>Yes... and this including soups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to this not-so-posh place and ordered mushroom soup for RM3 per bowl and it looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Soup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedihnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to this quite posh place and ordered mushroom soup for RM6.90 per bowl and it looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Soup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, cheap thing really no good thing kakakak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3565785800248223409?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3565785800248223409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3565785800248223409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3565785800248223409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3565785800248223409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheap-thing-no-good-thing.html' title='Cheap Thing No Good Thing'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5615638952612434744</id><published>2007-12-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:24:17.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabu Shabu</title><content type='html'>Oh we are loyal customers in this funky shabu-shabu place nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet steamboat in a conveyor belt and most importantly they have all the pork slices that my bb likes to eat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Shabushabu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are known as Mr. And Mrs. Gwai Larn here kakakaka... and proud of it. Shabu-shabu anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5615638952612434744?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5615638952612434744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5615638952612434744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5615638952612434744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5615638952612434744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/shabu-shabu.html' title='Shabu Shabu'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6265768900521279130</id><published>2007-12-02T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:20:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>Recently hanging out with this couple from irc... quite a sweet couple they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought us to this club in Subang to play pool... Quite a cool place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bb shooting pool there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Pool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Pool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Pool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Pool4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not allowed to play pool for some obvious reasons... but I am fine with it... Cause there is this machine there to play games... Quite costly for RM1 per game... but more importantly I am having Fun Fun Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6265768900521279130?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6265768900521279130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6265768900521279130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6265768900521279130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6265768900521279130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7732621954971606832</id><published>2007-12-02T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:10:09.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><title type='text'>Pillow</title><content type='html'>Yes I love my pillows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know this one actually got the word Love there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Pillow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sweet pillow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7732621954971606832?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7732621954971606832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7732621954971606832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7732621954971606832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7732621954971606832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/pillow.html' title='Pillow'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5360346256462883657</id><published>2007-12-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:08:06.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><title type='text'>Office Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yeah Yeah... it is way overdue liao... but it's the thoughts that counts... my anak-anak cucuk all 29 candles in the cake to remind me my age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/OfficeBirthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/OfficeBirthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5360346256462883657?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-5260803102604733230</id><published>2007-12-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:05:17.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Melaka Trip</title><content type='html'>Oh oh~ Lisa is finally married to Leonard and I am invited!! Even got a mui yarn hong pao!! So happiness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding lunch, we went to jonker street and jalan-jalan. We stopped by at this small pub and had a beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bought shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/MK4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day in Melaka =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5260803102604733230?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5260803102604733230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5260803102604733230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5260803102604733230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5260803102604733230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/melaka-trip.html' title='Melaka Trip'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-197641556578576272</id><published>2007-12-02T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:02:48.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Fake Sar Park</title><content type='html'>After months of searching, my bibi finally found sar park for me to eat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Lala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ngiam ngiam ngiam eat eat eat&lt;/span&gt;... no sar wan... and the shell also not park... this is lala la~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the thought that counts... still have to continue to find the real sar park, okay? Kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-197641556578576272?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/197641556578576272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=197641556578576272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/197641556578576272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/197641556578576272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/fake-sar-park.html' title='Fake Sar Park'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6618071641076487663</id><published>2007-12-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:57:58.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>KL Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Welcome to KL Tower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Project Patching up # 2. After 10 years in KL I am finally at the tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the first floor to jalan-jalan... quite a lot of shops there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After round round we bought the tickets to the observation deck. RM10 per person if you bring your IC along... Then we go up to the observation deck in the lift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... the view at the observation deck is really amazing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with the telescope... fun fun fun! The view is much more nicer than the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/eye-of-malaysia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eye of Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back down and this gwai lou so nice came and offered to take picture for us... the actual picture taken make me look very fat so not posting it here... post this one instead la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Nature Park for a Nature Walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... hanging bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down at one of the pit stops and perfect time for a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the camping site and went up the hill to look for monkeys and we came to this flight of stairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go down for what... nothing to see wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't care I still want to go down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the bottom liao... Kena conned! Nothing to see wan... But still take picture la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now jialart liao need to climb back up the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuen hei already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bb, next time i mm garm liao la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb1:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kakakakakakaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei yeh... he just relax sit there only looking at me chuen hei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came out for the Nature Park alive! And time to go home liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/KLTower8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye KL Tower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6618071641076487663?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6618071641076487663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6618071641076487663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6618071641076487663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6618071641076487663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/kl-tower.html' title='KL Tower'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4122831274689015834</id><published>2007-12-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:23:26.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5354</title><content type='html'>This is my 5354 moment in the toilet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so like this picture kekeke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4122831274689015834?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4122831274689015834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4122831274689015834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4122831274689015834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4122831274689015834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/5354.html' title='5354'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6436410856241334132</id><published>2007-12-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:21:39.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><title type='text'>Oh oh~ Flowers~</title><content type='html'>My bibi just learnt that flowers do come in small packages and not that expensive after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time he sent flowers to my office without a reason... which is so sweet of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't really what happened... some small arguement I think and he asked me out for dinner that night... with flowers again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Flower3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a sucker =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6436410856241334132?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6436410856241334132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6436410856241334132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6436410856241334132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6436410856241334132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-oh-flowers.html' title='Oh oh~ Flowers~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-9125357731006578937</id><published>2007-12-02T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:15:58.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Charcoal Fish</title><content type='html'>Went to this restaurant nearby my place and wow... so long never see ppl cook using charcoal liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Fish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is so-so niah and quite pricey kekeke... Don't think we are coming back again &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-9125357731006578937?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/9125357731006578937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=9125357731006578937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/9125357731006578937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/9125357731006578937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/charcoal-fish.html' title='Charcoal Fish'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-683675173113745521</id><published>2007-12-02T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:12:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Welcome to Eye Of Malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is project patching up #1. We wanted to go to the night zoo in Melaka but by the time we finished mandi and makan it's quite late liao to drive down to Melaka. So we went to Tasik Titiwangsa instead. I thought I never been there before and I always wanted to sit on the Ferris wheel, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now dinner I drink a lot of suet char so I want to oh shh shh... but their toilet closes at 10pm and it was 10something that time... Apadei! So my bb very the stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take his stress picture sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to queue in line without the toilet... and at the queue there my bb is still very dulan over the toilet issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take again his stress picture sin... kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh... it is almost our turn already... The fee is RM15 per person (not really worth it dei actually kakaka...) and we are so near already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on the wheel already and we shared the gondola with 4 young kids kakakaka... who brought a tripod to take pictures in the gondola... I tell you... kids nowadays are so high tech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bb just take pictures with our handphones niah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we rounded 5 rounds in the sky... The ride was just so-so only. Cause the whole wheel is so stable, you don't really get the excitement of being at a high place. You know the shaky gondola when the wind blows... that gives you the thrill and shrill. After coming down from the wheel, we continue to take pictures kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy popcorn and bb curi-curi take my picture again. I think I am imitating popeye here which my bb affectionately label this as the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5354 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;face kakakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying popcorn, we walked back to our car and took more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Eye17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for the night! Bye Eye of Malaysia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-683675173113745521?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/683675173113745521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=683675173113745521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/683675173113745521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/683675173113745521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/eye-of-malaysia.html' title='Eye Of Malaysia'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1592351901370079191</id><published>2007-12-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:53:31.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Tea Cake</title><content type='html'>Bb bought me this green tea cake from Seremban... the packaging is not bad and the taste is not bad also... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Cake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1592351901370079191?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1592351901370079191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1592351901370079191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1592351901370079191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1592351901370079191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/green-tea-cake.html' title='Green Tea Cake'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1200680786456939512</id><published>2007-12-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:38:07.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Brother's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Oh Oh~ My brother is finally all grown up and getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so proud of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Brother1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this my dear Tshun-Tshun performing solo!! Wah lao! I never knew he is so gutsy and sing so well... This is a very proud sister moment. I was the one who clapped so loud... phewittttttt~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Brother2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, this is me with my pretty make up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Brother3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Brother4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/Brother5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... who wants to marry this social butterfly now? Kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1200680786456939512?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1200680786456939512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1200680786456939512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1200680786456939512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1200680786456939512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/brothers-wedding.html' title='Brother&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1859865762133889226</id><published>2007-10-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:53:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is My Underwear?</title><content type='html'>The night before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;biii... find underwear for me to change, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think there is any underwear liao leh biii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;har? I thought we just took back the clean laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;we did... but your clean underwear seems not to be in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;then where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;oh no... I think the laundry aunty took it muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening prior arriving at the laundry shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;so are you going to confront the aunty that you lost your underwears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;yes! I am going to check the laundry there and then and when I don't see my underwear inside I am going to whack 9 her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;you wait and see la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the laundry shop counter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aunty laundry: &lt;/span&gt;aiyo tutu... come and take laundry ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;yeah lor... (looking at bb1 to signal him want to check the laundry anot before leaving the counter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;(looks back and just smiles hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;I thought you want to check your laundry there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;no la... do not think the aunty will curi my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;you never know, the aunty laundry do likes you and probably masturbates with your underwear every night... muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the car... bb1 quickly opens the bag of laundry to look for his underwear and to his delight he found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1: &lt;/span&gt;aaahhh... safe safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb2: &lt;/span&gt;if you did not even thought of aunty masturbates with your underwear, you wouldn't had looked... muahahahahahahahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bb1&lt;/span&gt;: bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pvh.com/images/brands/ck/ck_6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1859865762133889226?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1859865762133889226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1859865762133889226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1859865762133889226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1859865762133889226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-my-underwear.html' title='Where is My Underwear?'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-2220906117614407125</id><published>2007-09-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:06:57.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers &amp; Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>I have this sore throat right now and my voice totally cracked. I actually find it quite funny. And of course my bb is totally pissed that I am not getting well... and he went to get me this expensive honey and start making honey drinks for me and I am sipping it right here right now and getting totally high with it...woohooohooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... just look at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rv-RBFhbcqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sdAAHjit87I/s1600-h/room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rv-RBFhbcqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sdAAHjit87I/s320/room2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115967149564457634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rv-Q51hbcpI/AAAAAAAAABs/B-ZkvZ8L0k8/s1600-h/room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rv-Q51hbcpI/AAAAAAAAABs/B-ZkvZ8L0k8/s320/room1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115967025010406034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we couldn't help it =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2220906117614407125?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2220906117614407125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2220906117614407125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2220906117614407125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2220906117614407125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/09/flowers-sore-throat.html' title='Flowers &amp; Sore Throat'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rv-RBFhbcqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sdAAHjit87I/s72-c/room2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-3690729155587174082</id><published>2007-09-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:07:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays and Sexy Doctors</title><content type='html'>This is my new obsession currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glaad.org/media/AIDS/images/25_QueerAsFolk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so passionate that is makes you brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my Dr. House...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.everybody-lies-rpg.com/assets/housemd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3690729155587174082?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3690729155587174082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3690729155587174082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3690729155587174082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3690729155587174082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/09/gays-and-sexy-doctors.html' title='Gays and Sexy Doctors'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-2339820157163186623</id><published>2007-07-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:27:25.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rpuk2kCoeiI/AAAAAAAAABE/zU8nGw8YJF4/s1600-h/30062007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087841461339716130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rpuk2kCoeiI/AAAAAAAAABE/zU8nGw8YJF4/s320/30062007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is currently my favourite &lt;em&gt;harng fook&lt;/em&gt; picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpulTUCoejI/AAAAAAAAABM/5uzMSnIgsdI/s1600-h/23062007(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087841955260955186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpulTUCoejI/AAAAAAAAABM/5uzMSnIgsdI/s320/23062007(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... this is the picture we took in the train but somehow, it really looks like as if we are on the plane... aahhh... but you see, in October, we ARE going to be in a plane together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do not be jelust... this is my tai-tai face at home watching tv while lying on my bb's lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpumqUCoelI/AAAAAAAAABc/KH3Z3blZH30/s1600-h/tv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087843449909574226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpumqUCoelI/AAAAAAAAABc/KH3Z3blZH30/s320/tv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpumXECoekI/AAAAAAAAABU/c48Iwum4sU4/s1600-h/tv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087843119197092418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpumXECoekI/AAAAAAAAABU/c48Iwum4sU4/s320/tv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary Baby =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hugs and Kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpulTUCoejI/AAAAAAAAABM/5uzMSnIgsdI/s1600-h/23062007(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-2339820157163186623?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2339820157163186623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=2339820157163186623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2339820157163186623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/2339820157163186623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Happy 2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rpuk2kCoeiI/AAAAAAAAABE/zU8nGw8YJF4/s72-c/30062007(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8944343352867089460</id><published>2007-07-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:46:29.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>This is my room. Yes , it is messy. And no, I do not have a problem with it But that is not what I want to show here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpD3_ephlcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eXOV897aGIw/s1600-h/bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084836649232340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpD3_ephlcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eXOV897aGIw/s320/bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my nerdy moment with my new glasses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084833951992878482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpD1iephlZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o8K2mxYmc_s/s320/nerd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is time to get rid of the old one and get new glasses =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8944343352867089460?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8944343352867089460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8944343352867089460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8944343352867089460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8944343352867089460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/RpD3_ephlcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eXOV897aGIw/s72-c/bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-8842121207324097410</id><published>2007-06-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:30:36.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I Am Still Alive~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rn6oQwfJEoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLkQxo4Ba5A/s1600-h/bigmoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079682435567391362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rn6oQwfJEoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLkQxo4Ba5A/s320/bigmoney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is currently me and my lou kung's obsession: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakaka... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8842121207324097410?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8842121207324097410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8842121207324097410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8842121207324097410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8842121207324097410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes, I Am Still Alive~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPGSb9HTyOU/Rn6oQwfJEoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nLkQxo4Ba5A/s72-c/bigmoney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-1340394875453150916</id><published>2007-04-16T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:20:54.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Valentine Pictures</title><content type='html'>I just got the pictures to my PC... I blogged about &lt;a href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html" target="_blank"&gt;Valentine&lt;/a&gt; not so long ago... my bb wanted the present to be a surprise so he hid the present on the guest's bed under the pillows. Little did he knew, mischivious me was playing catch in the room and just plunged into the guest's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hand hit on something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/valentine1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh!!! My present... wrapped with so much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/valentine2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a man's idea of a romantic present~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/valentine3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my bb is currently my dearest and cutest kakaka... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1340394875453150916?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1340394875453150916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1340394875453150916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1340394875453150916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1340394875453150916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/valentine-pictures.html' title='Valentine Pictures'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-268704802870618932</id><published>2007-04-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:59:47.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>Amusing Loving Gays</title><content type='html'>Recently I am back into blog hopping... and it really fascinated me why do people blog and it fascinated me even more further when I read how and what they blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently I hopped to &lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/2007/02/introduction-to-sotongzai.html" target="_blank"&gt;this blog &lt;/a&gt;which tickled me the whole day with his open sense of humour. Yeah, it did helped a little knowing he is such a romantic gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find this picture he posted in his blog really sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/gaykis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-268704802870618932?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/2007/02/introduction-to-sotongzai.html' title='Amusing Loving Gays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/268704802870618932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=268704802870618932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/268704802870618932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/268704802870618932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/amusing-loving-gays.html' title='Amusing Loving Gays'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-5014873245405923493</id><published>2007-04-15T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:09:03.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>These pictures have been lying inside my phone for the longest time and only now I am transferring them to my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are taken when my BB was testing my phone camera before he gave it to me as &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/xmas-presents.html"&gt;my Christmas present&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the pictures we first took together right after I received my gift on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... we do look cute together - bleah =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5014873245405923493?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5014873245405923493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5014873245405923493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5014873245405923493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5014873245405923493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-1016651935775661141</id><published>2007-04-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:03:05.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Ah Wong</title><content type='html'>Yes, I said that I am going to be a little more diligent in &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends.html"&gt;putting up effort to look for my friends&lt;/a&gt; this year... so I made an effort in seeing one of my friends who stayed nearby me - &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.friendster.com/19844772"&gt;Ah Wong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/27/74/19844772/13650054129840m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who listens to my story would remember the one I told long ago when I was still in my innocent blue pinafore, I have this friend who called me late at night because of boredom. I don't quite remember how we ended up nothing to talk about already over the phone, but he just said, why don't we just keep each other company watching TV. So we turned on the TV, turned to the same channel, both of us over the phone, silently keeping each other company watching TV at own homes. Yeah, that was him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a simple dinner nearby my place and we talked and gossiped about old classmates... nothing changed much about him, still the spoiled brat, your typical male strayer but good company nonetheless =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1016651935775661141?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1016651935775661141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1016651935775661141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1016651935775661141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1016651935775661141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-wong.html' title='Ah Wong'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-485820152851434298</id><published>2007-04-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:04:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Mum called and she told me that my friend turned cousin-sister-in-law was admitted into the hospital because of breast cancer. She refused to see any visitors at all. And she is only 30. I told mum that it is not abnormal for people to hide themselves when they are sick. And I was thinking, how would  had handled it if it would had happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, bb was chatting with mum a little the other night and it just makes me so happy to see how they bond. One is so happy, laughing all the way and one is so shy, blushing all the way... to me, that was a definitely a kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I overheard my gentle hairdresser that he is going for a holiday next week. My birthday is getting closer and this year I think I want to have some plans too... Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/HappyEaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-485820152851434298?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/485820152851434298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=485820152851434298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/485820152851434298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/485820152851434298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6799819157499871412</id><published>2007-04-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:40:40.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Moments'/><title type='text'>Sunny Side Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; Fridge still got eggs, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Eating g yook lou shu farn hungrily) *nod**nod*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Goes to the kitchen and opens up the fridge)&lt;/em&gt; I make eggs, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Still eatng g yook lou shu farn hungrily)&lt;/em&gt; *nod**nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; You want one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB2:&lt;/strong&gt; I want sunny side up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! Mata kerbau! Can can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kitchen plang ting tung plang ting tung)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ta-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB2:&lt;/strong&gt; Wah... look so dahsyat... faster take camera and take picture! Kakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BB1:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6799819157499871412?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6799819157499871412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6799819157499871412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6799819157499871412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6799819157499871412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunny-side-up.html' title='Sunny Side Up'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7172319966810278612</id><published>2007-03-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:31:10.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>A friend told me that for this year, her resolution is to meet up at least one of her friends every month... and days ago when I was in Singapore for a business trip (oh finally, it's my turn to travel..), I managed to meet up with Ah Tzu. And I told her that, maybe like my friend, this year, I want to put in a little more effort to look for my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meeting Ah Tzu is a very good start. She didn't change much. Still the same ol' sarcastic and cold woman she is... and knowing she is in Singapore for the past 7 years is not really helping that kakaka... We met at Takashimaya and she was patiently shopping around with me for my bb's belt. And after that we sat down in Coffee Bean and later Swensen's for ice cream. It was fun catching up with her and I do hope that it won't be another 3 years lapse that I get to see her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having dinner with Wye Yee and Jac is a great start too... now I just need to hunt where are the rests are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7172319966810278612?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7172319966810278612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7172319966810278612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7172319966810278612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7172319966810278612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1918054037718627887</id><published>2007-03-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:24:04.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Red and White Lopet</title><content type='html'>I had a series of dreams but no, I don't have the discipline to log it down and yes, I had forgotten about what I dreamt about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered one part. My bb was cooking soup for me. 2 cubes of ikan bilis stock with red and white lopets. What a soup man. I don't remembering tasting it but I remembered it being quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took it as an omen, and I did some shopping today - red and white lopets of course =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1918054037718627887?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1918054037718627887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1918054037718627887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1918054037718627887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1918054037718627887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-and-white-lopet.html' title='Red and White Lopet'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-3838661380424336411</id><published>2007-03-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:20:25.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nice Moments'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I just want to post this cause I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/room3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we look cute =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3838661380424336411?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3838661380424336411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3838661380424336411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3838661380424336411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3838661380424336411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-5323031994682419190</id><published>2007-03-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:09:45.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Had dinner with Jac and her lovely Spanish boyfriend. She is so much happier now with this new fella that you could not help it but to coo over her - especially when I saw them holding hands... that was a really really sweet scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner with Lisa and her lovely Leonard husband. Lisa being Lisa, and Leonard being Leonard, they are just one cute odd couple =) Kinda' reminded me the drama that we went through to get them together kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just miss my friends so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-5323031994682419190?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5323031994682419190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=5323031994682419190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5323031994682419190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/5323031994682419190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-4714252412836623928</id><published>2007-03-04T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:06:03.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Strange Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have another strange dream last night. I decided to be disciplined to log my dreams as much cause recently I am really having &lt;em&gt;dejavus&lt;/em&gt;. And this time I am going to try to interprete it using this &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.findyourfate.com/dreams/dreams.htm"&gt;dream intrepretion website&lt;/a&gt;. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that Gavin C (ohmygawd... when was the last time you hear this name, man!) is infatuated with me in a very coy way. And in between Chakkie was involved as well in a very envious/jealousy ex-infatuater kinda' way, wishing me well with Gavin. That was one part that I could remember which doesn't mean anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part though is interesting... I don't know who was the fella... Gavin or Chakkie or was it someone else, I couldn't really remember, but we went diving together in this little Ocean to play with sharks. Both of us were holding this flexible ruler (don't even ask my why) to point the sharks their food and I was the active, more gutsy one. And having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now according to the website, to dream of swimming indicates success though it would be a tiresome effort. To dream of sharks denotes formidable enemies. Some troubles shall try to sink you more into depression. So I am going to be successful the hard way by beating my formidable enemies?? Hummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just stick to the first part of my dream =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-4714252412836623928?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4714252412836623928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=4714252412836623928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4714252412836623928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/4714252412836623928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/strange-dreams.html' title='Strange Dreams'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-6770004472661486361</id><published>2007-03-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:38:58.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every body Pauses and stares at me&lt;br /&gt;These two teeth are gone as you can see&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just who to blame for this catastrophe!&lt;br /&gt;But my one wish on Christmas Eve is as plain as it can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;is my two front teeth,&lt;br /&gt;my two front teeth,&lt;br /&gt;see my two front teeth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my front tooth. Long story. Now I am wearnig a temporary denture for 4 months before I could do bridging for a permanent fix. The denture definitely feels funny and not comfortable at all. Food does not taste the same and currently what I tell everyone is that I am on a forced diet =| And it is definitely not a pretty site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.carols.org.uk/images/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have been making fun about it and I am getting a little depressed about it so I decided to do something to make myself a bit prettier and happier. I walked to a saloon at 7:30pm at night to dye my hair - burgundy red - and I am quite happy with the results. Prolly next month would put some more highlights to it... It is amazing how hair colors can brighten up your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you realise since December, most holidays actually fell on a Sunday? You didn't right, but I am truly feeling it. I hate to be alone on the holidays. Makes you feel a little lonelier, like &lt;em&gt;Sandra Bullock &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Whle You Were Sleeping&lt;/em&gt;... And tonight is Chap Goh Mei and going to have my CGM dinner with Too Sheng and Ah Boon. I still remember that the 3 of us used to walk to that &lt;em&gt;Siti Seafood &lt;/em&gt;restaurant nearby our apartment for dinners... Those were the days... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-6770004472661486361?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6770004472661486361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=6770004472661486361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6770004472661486361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/6770004472661486361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-two.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-8990812409047326113</id><published>2007-02-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:16:32.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 8: Trip To The Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nin Chor 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss-Bibi-O-Meter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sap-sap sui la kakaka...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning wake up redi... we are going to Kundasang!! Oh my, I don't even remember the last time I am there, I reckon it has been more than 10 years already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the National Park and we went for jungle trekking for a little while with my high heels kekeke... and took some lovely picture with my family and nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/kinablu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notice the last pose is learnt from &lt;em&gt;ANTM&lt;/em&gt; overdose kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to shop for souvenirs to be brought back and I am quite happy with the selections. It has been a good holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I am flying home... And I so wths =P~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-8990812409047326113?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8990812409047326113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=8990812409047326113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8990812409047326113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/8990812409047326113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-8-trip-to-jungle.html' title='Day 8: Trip To The Jungle'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243873.post-3798560913662637092</id><published>2007-02-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:08:27.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Eat Eat Eat~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nin Chor&lt;/em&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;Miss-Bibi-O-Meter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just 2 more days... 2 mooooooreeee daysss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally yesterday night manage to watch Lau Tuck Wah in &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cinemaonline.com.my/movie/movie.asp?search=protege"&gt;Protege&lt;/a&gt;. Not too bad of a movie... the acting was quite cool but I personally think it was a far cry from &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cinemaonline.com.my/movie/movie.asp?search=infernal"&gt;Infernal Affairs&lt;/a&gt;. My Leong Chiew Wai was a genius on that one. My gawd... he is just so so sexy in that one =P~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinemaonline.com.my/movie/7protege00.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I was burnt for the 2nd time again. This time by my mother's iron at the arm. My father ngingingorngor there about my careless-ness... I am telling you... it's the men who are the naggy ones kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/arm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning when I woke up everything turned brown. Like a peeled apple left too long in the air to be oxidised... yeah... as my dad had said, it runs in the family for us being so clumsy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we would be planning to go to Kundasang. I think it has been around 10 years already since the last time I am there. So I am looking forward for that one =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-3798560913662637092?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3798560913662637092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=3798560913662637092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3798560913662637092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/3798560913662637092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-7-eat-eat-eat.html' title='Day 7: Eat Eat Eat~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-7106625682678025309</id><published>2007-02-20T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:56:17.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nin Chor &lt;/em&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Miss-Bibi-O-Meter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;siiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an early post cause I literally got burnt kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning sent brother to the airport cause he is leaving back to Sandakan. Then mummy went to town to get some cloth for sis-in-law and I accidentally bumped into a bike's exhaust pipe on the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this deep semi-circle burnt (quite pain actually...) on my leg and the semi-circle just reminds me of a smiley face so I took out a pen to draw a smiley face with it... my mum and dad really &lt;em&gt;bieh tahan &lt;/em&gt;me hahaha... Then dad applied this "tiger's whiskers" chinese medicine on the wound and &lt;strong&gt;WAHLIAO!!! &lt;/strong&gt;STING GILA SAKIT JIWA!! And wrapped around with a cloth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Attempting to watch Protege AGAIN tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-7106625682678025309?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7106625682678025309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=7106625682678025309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7106625682678025309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/7106625682678025309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-6-burnt.html' title='Day 6: Burnt'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1094375775842956377</id><published>2007-02-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:55:14.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Doong Doong Chiang~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nin Chor&lt;/em&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;Miss-Bibi-O-Meter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Got tears liao =~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this relatives house... met with lots of relatives that I didn't know existed hahahaha... then the lion dance came and it was really really cool and sexy even. Damn I didn't have the camera with me that time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was just watching America's Next Top Model on &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube.com.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;Youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night got this little drama with my bibi cause he didn't answer his bloody phone. Right now still got a bit angry with him... urgh &lt;strong&gt;MEN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1094375775842956377?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1094375775842956377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1094375775842956377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1094375775842956377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1094375775842956377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-5-doong-doong-chiang.html' title='Day 5: Doong Doong Chiang~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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-7243873.post-1240876153583436577</id><published>2007-02-20T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:54:36.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Day 4: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nin Chor &lt;/em&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Miss-Bibi-O-Meter:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yahoo Messenger got... mIRC also got... phonecall also got...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine!! Early early have to wish mummy and daddy happy chinese new year! Then wish Ah Yie and Suk Suk &amp; Suk Nyiong HCNY also. Then turn around to punch both brothers on the arm to wish them HCNY kekeke... Then have to SMS BB to wish &lt;em&gt;good morning~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to church and the speaker was not bad... quite humourous with pigs... I like I like... and I took this picture of mum and dad @ the choir there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding dong dong... at night we have a BBQ at the backyard... Chinese New Year but eating western food kakakaka... this is my mummy cooking the sirloin steaks... yum yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... and I like my steak rare... very rare with blood =P~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c293/tutuku/CNY11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burrrrrrrrrrrp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243873-1240876153583436577?l=tutuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1240876153583436577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243873&amp;postID=1240876153583436577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1240876153583436577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243873/posts/default/1240876153583436577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutuku.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-4-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Day 4: HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR~'/><author><name>Tutu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536258309073198682</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>
