<?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-11791366</id><updated>2012-01-29T07:29:35.760+08:00</updated><category term='ethnic gallery'/><category term='honey'/><category term='bali'/><category term='Taman Melati'/><category term='Souled Out'/><category term='Memory Corner'/><category term='food'/><category term='Amcorp Mall flea market'/><title type='text'>Miss Bee</title><subtitle type='html'>Appreciates her life, not-so thin, not-so petite, not so slim, bit chubby, takes life as it is, always dreaming herself to fit into size "S" and constantly searching for endless happiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4605335588751841082</id><published>2012-01-19T11:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:27:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1..2..Bang!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I was driving to work on the morning of 16th January 2012, moving towards the exit of the housing area, I was knocked down by a big 4WD. YES, I was involved in a car accident and my car was badly damaged by the bugger 4WD driver.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was passing by a junction when the opposite car should have waited for me to clear the road before he could turn in into that junction. Inste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ad, he knocked me down. When I shouted at him "Did you not see me?", all he could reply was "Sorry, I really didn't see your car". Shaken I was, I asked for his driving license and Identification Card, then told him to meet me at the nearest police station. There goes my Monday, ruined by this accident and I was in no mood to do work at all. Running up and down to 2 police station and to the workshop really worked me out and it saddened for me to see the condition of my car. Driver's side was dented badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A graphical of the incident by not so clever artist (me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLOalOZIgNU/TxeNC3JOo6I/AAAAAAAACR0/QbuVWu4nyk8/s200/Accident.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699178933762565026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to myself: Beware of incoming cars from the opposite direction when I'm nearing a t-junction.&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/11791366-4605335588751841082?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4605335588751841082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4605335588751841082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4605335588751841082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4605335588751841082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2012/01/12bang.html' title='1..2..Bang!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLOalOZIgNU/TxeNC3JOo6I/AAAAAAAACR0/QbuVWu4nyk8/s72-c/Accident.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5602966057072206302</id><published>2012-01-13T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:40:32.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate roaches!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the conversation between a colleague of mine and the CEO during our recent engagement for a breakfast together over cockroaches were attacking employees at the level 14 of our office. Deep down, i whispered to myself "thank god its not on my floor". Little did I know I was going to be transferred to Level 14 in 2012 for the continuation of this project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first week of work went on smoothly as no roaches sighting were seen at my desk. Jeng..jeng..jeng...recent Tuesday was the first baby cockroaches sighting on my desk and I was furious as I had wiped everyday in the morning with my hand sanitizer Protex to ensure roaches would not visit my place. The trick failed, badly. The roaches seem to be exploring happily on my desk and this has caused me to hate even more of Level 14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To worsen, another baby cockroach visited my place this morning and I cant help it but to squash it with a clean tissue. Mati ko!!! I can't help to think the possibility of baby cockroaches crawling up on my leg while I'm doing work at my desk here. ArrrghhhhhHHHhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5602966057072206302?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5602966057072206302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5602966057072206302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5602966057072206302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5602966057072206302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hate-roaches.html' title='i hate roaches!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2181236136155225977</id><published>2012-01-12T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:46:32.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days</title><content type='html'>YES. As predicted in the horoscopes during the early week of January, LEO babies in the Dragon Year will expect and unexpected trip this month. Little did I know that it was going to be true as I've never take it seriously. Reading horoscopes has always been the habit during early years of turning puberty and its entertaining. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, at the beginning of January, I can found myself immersed with books at the bookstore reading horoscopes for the year. Thank you Lilian Too for the exciting insight for Rooster babies, thank you, thank you Jessica Adams for the colorful description of astrology for Leo's and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I believe in it? Well, I believe in good books though (its a bonus if the book cover is interesting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, 8 more days to sun and sea trip (plus the colorful behavior of my lovely family, sounds fun eh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2181236136155225977?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2181236136155225977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2181236136155225977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2181236136155225977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2181236136155225977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2933128675066129305</id><published>2012-01-06T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:44:18.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th day of 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, another brand new year and for a change, I did not went out to watch fireworks or partying like I used to. Getting old? Don't think so. I was lazy and the idea of rummaging the traffic just wasn't that appealing to me. I spent the last few hours of 2011 by watching Semerah Padi theater performance at Istana Budaya, compliments by Mr.Politician. Right after the show, I went straight to home and reached for the phone to wish Mr.Rockstar new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did throw the idea of going out to watch fireworks with Mr.Rockstar, but he didn't sound ecstatic over it. So, there goes the idea to watch the fireworks. I've always love the idea of celebrating new year doing something out of the ordinary. So I did it, by NOT doing anything. I was in bed early and I was even surprised by myself for not being mad at myself for not going out and having fun. Weird? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, after six days of 2012, I'm suffering from post new year celebration. I'm hungry for something exciting. To the beach? It's still the monsoon season. Road trip? To where? It seems dangerous for just me and Mr.Rockstar to carry out the road trip. Long hours of driving might just kill my spirit, though it would help if there's another person that could drive. It's the company that counts. I wish I could just take the car and drive down to Penang this weekend for a food trip, but waiting for anyone to suggest the idea seems to be taking forever. I'm tired of planning. I just wanna do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overseas trip? With? Every time I plan for the trip, it fails. I'm bored now, seriously. It's only the sixth day of 2012. Help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2933128675066129305?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2933128675066129305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2933128675066129305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2933128675066129305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2933128675066129305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2012/01/6th-day-of-2012.html' title='6th day of 2012'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-547456606874144987</id><published>2011-11-16T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:57:13.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who can I call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought being true to yourself and being honest to your love ones would be a good thing, but it took a twist tonight. I felt I offended Mr.Rockstar when I told him that I had helped Q by giving him the usual relationship pep-talk. I only acted out as a friend, despite me and Q was in a relationship 2 years ago which only lasted for 6 month. We had our reasons why the relationship failed and yet we continue being friends, good friends. Eventhough Mr.Rockstar said that he wasnt mad at all at me, yet he expresses that a man of Q's age should not be asking relationship advise, all the time especially from me, his ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As weird as it sounds, Q always turn to me for relationship advise and I do not sense any other hidden intention from him. Wait, almost all my friends ask for my help and advise in their relationship. To whom shall I ask when I need one now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not good at telling lies, and if me being honest will hurt you, i can't say much but I'm sorry in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-547456606874144987?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/547456606874144987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=547456606874144987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/547456606874144987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/547456606874144987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-can-i-call.html' title='who can I call?'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4500891002940003377</id><published>2011-10-10T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:39:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockin weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF9YA9K0HR0/TpKu5DE-bJI/AAAAAAAACRM/7HLN4u6fVGY/s1600/IMG00169-20111008-1750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF9YA9K0HR0/TpKu5DE-bJI/AAAAAAAACRM/7HLN4u6fVGY/s400/IMG00169-20111008-1750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661779976660085906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had trouble starting this entry as I was about to experience a diarrhea of words. The excitement that I experienced during the weekend was worth the wait and I thank Mr.Rockstar for treating me to the concert. Concert? What concert? Rockaway 2011!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant express how excited I was once we parked the car, once we were cleared by the security, once we step-in into the concert arena, the moment I saw Macbeth booths and other merchandise booths, once I saw the huge stage (Sunburst was bigger though) set up, the friggin expensive drinks, the Mat Rock and Rock chicks walking about...this is surreal!!!! It finally happened!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at a rock concert, thanks to my Mr.Rockstar for this birthday gift! Thank you! Thank you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was there? I was all in for The Used, Story of The Year, All Time Low and other local act. I do blame Pop Shuvit for their late set up had caused The Used to shorten their performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt, there's always cheaper drinks outside of the concert arena and if I was there by myself, I would have just bought the friggin expensive drinks. 5 bucks for a mineral water? Kamonnnnn!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still cant get ova "All that I've Got" by The Used...please do come back again!!!&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/11791366-4500891002940003377?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4500891002940003377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4500891002940003377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4500891002940003377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4500891002940003377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/10/rockin-weekend.html' title='rockin weekend'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RF9YA9K0HR0/TpKu5DE-bJI/AAAAAAAACRM/7HLN4u6fVGY/s72-c/IMG00169-20111008-1750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3242178964214449732</id><published>2011-10-10T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:58:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>times like this...</title><content type='html'>Can't help but feeling "i miss you" to my dearest Mr.Rockstar at this hour. It's almost 8 month into this relationship and I still can assure that it still feels like yesterday when he said "i want you to be my girlfriend" and i cant help but to be blushed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't realize how he makes me feel, at times. Unexpected holding hands, the way he laughs, his serious looks, his concerned gesture, his thoughts about my future, his sexy voice singing over the phone for me, his passion about hunting new eatery place, his deep knowledge about music which makes me feel "zero knowledge" bout music, the way he smiles which drives me crazy, the way he irks every time i asked him to be photographed, his amazing hat-trick football skills, and the list could go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish he knows all the above has made me a happier person. I hope I have done the same to you as well. Not a single minute passed of me not thinking about him. Hurting him would be the last thing on my mind...i would never and i try my best not to hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like this how i wish he would be at my side. Seeing you everyday gets me through the day, Mr.Rockstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this Mr.Rockstar, thank you again for the amazing 8 month journey and I look forward for many more months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3242178964214449732?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3242178964214449732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3242178964214449732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3242178964214449732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3242178964214449732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/10/times-like-this.html' title='times like this...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5686437037443134891</id><published>2011-10-05T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:39:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1 year ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you used to like me, i get it&lt;div&gt;you used to fancy me, i note it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to wow me, i appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to treat me, i'm grateful for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to drive me around, i never ask for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you used to jog with me, i'm glad u did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked, "where is this going?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you answered, "nowhere, no strings attached, no commitment"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was baffled, i left, i moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i have found my man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop the battering bout my man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop the insulting bout my relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop this madness you have over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop this silly jealousy of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop this stories that you spread about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop it!&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/11791366-5686437037443134891?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5686437037443134891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5686437037443134891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5686437037443134891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5686437037443134891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/10/stop-it.html' title='stop it'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1997936551752859688</id><published>2011-10-05T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:59:38.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuppa cuppa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGhbomEbYDw/TovdgZcBYQI/AAAAAAAACRE/mUoZcOG9sHk/s1600/cuppa%2Bcuppa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGhbomEbYDw/TovdgZcBYQI/AAAAAAAACRE/mUoZcOG9sHk/s400/cuppa%2Bcuppa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659860905375129858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, Mr.Rockstar and myself went to this coffee bar at Plaza Damansara, namely Mollydooker's Coffee Bar. We were recommended this place because Mr.Rockstar's  friend, Jonny, works at this place and he swears that this place is an amazing place to hang out. We needed to prove that statement and it turns out that we stayed there from 6pm until 8.30pm!!! We were the last customer and the owners was dear enough to extend operation hours for us. There was something different about that coffee place. The cozy setting, the simple decor, the fragrant coffee, the huge yummy chocolate cookie, the comfy sofa, the hunky-dory coffee barista's, the friendly owners, the music selections, the location of the venue and the list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the coffee tasted better because Mr.Rockstar was with me. Thank you sayang for showing me the place. Err....when can we go again eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1997936551752859688?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1997936551752859688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1997936551752859688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1997936551752859688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1997936551752859688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuppa-cuppa.html' title='Cuppa cuppa'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGhbomEbYDw/TovdgZcBYQI/AAAAAAAACRE/mUoZcOG9sHk/s72-c/cuppa%2Bcuppa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2772519788893021708</id><published>2011-08-08T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:57:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more to loose</title><content type='html'>I weighed in myself this morning and I couldn't stop smiling when the scale showed 61.5kg. That means, I need to burn 6.5kg more to reach the ideal weight. Could this be done in 3 weeks in time for raya? I'm in a race with Mr.Rockstar and he is so competitive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need to do now is just stick to the organic plan and burn more fats. The only challenge is, its fasting month and its a bit hard to carry out exercise after iftar, as I tend to be very sleepy after 9.30pm easily. I can do it if I put my mind to it..hahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burn more!!! Burn more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2772519788893021708?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2772519788893021708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2772519788893021708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2772519788893021708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2772519788893021708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-more-to-loose.html' title='Few more to loose'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2156192051921456142</id><published>2011-08-06T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:10:54.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recent news about 2 colleagues of mine soon to leave the nest of iP was expected. I was expecting Mr.Rockstar would join them as well. Somehow, when he didn't receive the offer by last Friday, I could feel he is "crushed" and was upset a bit. Putting myself in his shoe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Loosing his closest buddy at the office, especially Mr.Pet (his "zen" dude)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. No more smoking time with Mr.Pet at the basement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. No more lunching with Mr.Pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. No more bitching bout the evil boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. No more "late-comers &amp;amp; MC" buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Generally, Mr.Rockstar is a little bit down at the moment and I wish I could cheer him up. I know, there's not much that I could say to turn his frown upside down, but I cant help it to see him feeling so heartbroken. I feel like there's a distance between us now, It's like he wont share what he is feeling and I feel so lost. I could see him keeping quiet whenever we are together and there's like a thousand of questions that I wanna poke him with but I just don't have the heart to ask him. If me being quiet would make him feel relaxed and not agitated, then I'll be quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I knew the right words to console him, but I suck. I feel like a terrible girlfriend already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So how come when I reach out my fingers, it seems like more than distance between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/11791366-2156192051921456142?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2156192051921456142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2156192051921456142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2156192051921456142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2156192051921456142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-you-to-know.html' title='I need you to know...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1505597047677175566</id><published>2011-07-27T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:14:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day...</title><content type='html'>In less than 11 hours, I will leave the digit 2 in front of my age. I will join the 3-series and the task of filling up all the official forms from now on as 30 years old will commence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day, last day as 29. Surely there's a lot that I've accomplished throughout the 2-series of age bracket and certainly a lot of memories that will always guide me to be a better person (less the naughty behavior). This is a vow that I make to myself, to be stronger and wiser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big deal eh turning 30? I kept on thinking what should I do to spend the last few hours of being 29 and I don't have a clue. Sasha been asking if there's a big party tonight for the big THREE ZERO countdown. I said no. There'll be no countdown and no big party at all. She said, that is radically sad. I don't really mind actually (though hoping that there would be a surprise). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I want on my 30th birthday? Simple, I just wanna be happy (how fruity this answer eh). For certain, I'll be celebrating my birthday tomorrow at the stadium watching the 2nd match of Malaysia vs Singapore with Mr.Rockstar. He has no choice but to put up with my silly and crazy antics for camwhoring tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start the countdown shall we....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1505597047677175566?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1505597047677175566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1505597047677175566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1505597047677175566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1505597047677175566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-day.html' title='Last day...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8791485200413518277</id><published>2011-07-13T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:09:09.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fast!!!</title><content type='html'>It's only the 13th of the month and I'm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Already flat broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Swamped with workload that I'm becoming easily agitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Forced to plan my pee time. Bummer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. munching on unhealthy snacks to release my stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. easily upset over small work matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. hating every mails that comes in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. lazy to pick up the phone if its coming from the clients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. screaming for a movie break or holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. just screaming for a nap time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. dying to leave the office at sharp 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies so fast, how I wish I could put a stop to the clock and do all the work at my own pace. Never gonna happen eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8791485200413518277?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8791485200413518277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8791485200413518277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8791485200413518277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8791485200413518277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-fast.html' title='so fast!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-321540844398460691</id><published>2011-06-21T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:03:15.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.P.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Arial; "&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;strange invention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;patent of the heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "  &gt;unremitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Arial; "&gt; action,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;Yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;never wearing out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;electric adjunct&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; is known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;unique momentum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Embellish all we own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take no such credit for the above as I stumbled across an old poem that gave me strength to move forward despite stormy weather of emotions. Never loose hope, I keep reminding myself and I'm reminding you too!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-321540844398460691?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/321540844398460691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=321540844398460691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/321540844398460691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/321540844398460691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope.html' title='H.O.P.E'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6812383124975350995</id><published>2011-06-21T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:56:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through the glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I live up to LEO's motto. When you hate a person, you just don't give a shit. I've made myself clear by showing to "this person" that I really don't give a damn about what you think of me. Its your loss, ain't mine! That was a little bit dramatic from me despite its already evening and I should be heading home now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Radzi told me the "this person" would be joining for lunch (despite walking halfway to the venue), the thought of abandoning the group did came across my mind. That would be so obvious I'm avoiding "this person". I continued going lunch with the group but kept my conversation only with the lads, instead of "this person". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've done my part as a colleague. I've been back stabbed. I've been defaced behind my back. I've been accused by my superior. I've had it. I prefer not to waste my time and energy with "this ungrateful person".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I look through the glass panel from my desk here, I wonder, where will I be in the next few months. Hopefully ain't mingling with "this person" anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6812383124975350995?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6812383124975350995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6812383124975350995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6812383124975350995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6812383124975350995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/looking-through-glass.html' title='looking through the glass'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7473285631163011240</id><published>2011-06-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:01:42.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joyous moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past few weeks, I could be seen at Sports Planet Ampang cheering up for 5HPD futsal team. Siapa 5HPD ni? Lemme just say, they are the underdogs of compared to other 3 teams from the company that is competing in the futsal league organized by Petronas. Though number of players fluctuated from week to week but their determination and spirit definitely paid off. Though creme de la creme team and high expectation was on the other teams, 5HPD persevere and proved to others that never underestimate the power of underdogs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They won straight 3 games tonight and we (the supporters) are all hoping that they will qualify for the quarters on 9th July. Result will only be known tomorrow morning and definitely the players are smiling in their sleep tonight (heads up boss as most of them might be on MC tomorrow). They deserve it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a minor celebration over drinks and its obvious that the winning moment overcome the injury and all the "penat" that they had endured. It was a hallmark moment for all of them and I could never be happier for them. Congrats again to 5HPD on your winning tonight and fingers crossed for the results tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, I have to attend to my tummy which has been in pain (again) since yesterday and the worst part is i'm out of meds....bummer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7473285631163011240?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7473285631163011240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7473285631163011240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7473285631163011240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7473285631163011240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/joyous-moment.html' title='joyous moment'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9210807405317758614</id><published>2011-06-16T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:14:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing this for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1:38am and I'm still wide awake with no sign of sleepiness at all. No, its not because of coffee or any medication, I'm just not sleepy. Had a chat with Mr.Rockstar minutes ago, exchanged good nights, and I'm sure he's asleep by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People say, once you are in a relationship, you start to loose yourself. You'll loose your balance and you'll be consumed with the idea of being perfect or trying hard to please your partner. As for me, Mr.Rockstar has inspired me to loose weight and its not because I want to impress him. I do it because I simply want to and he just encouraged me to do so. To like a person, you have to like him/her just they he/she is. I adore you just the way you are Mr.Rockstar and I adore your so-called buncit belly (tak buncit pun!!!). I'm into this diet regime and he is backing me up as long as I don't endanger my health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm always dreaming about being skinny or at least shredding few (or more) stones. Would it make a difference? Would people notice me more? I confessed, I was fat back in varsity and I got dumped just because I was no longer the cute skinny girl. I got dumped just because I was fat and I would have punched at my ex, but instead I yelled at him, walked away and cried in the car. I was noticed as the fat girl who drives a small car. It hurts. No one would notice me unless they needed help for assignments or lecture notes. I was used, I admit. That was the turning point, I've got to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should I change to impress others? Should I change because I want too? Should I change because I'm being pressured? Should I change because I want to prove to others and rub-it into their faces that I've lost weight? Should I change because I want to be noticed? Should I change because it will make me happier? Whatever the reason is, I'm doing this for real and I'm sticking to it this time. Salute, to the new me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/11791366-9210807405317758614?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9210807405317758614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9210807405317758614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9210807405317758614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9210807405317758614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-doing-this-for-real.html' title='I&apos;m doing this for real'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8415803642665155937</id><published>2011-06-15T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:23:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 2.27pm and here I am churning up the presentation deck for tomorrow's meeting, sipping my left over morning coffee and listening to some tracks by Van Hunt. The heat outside is slowly piercing the cold in the office and I just love the temperature right now. Perfect for me to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I'm occupied with work but my mind cant stop thinking over the revelation made by Mr.Rockstar few days ago. It's hurtful, yet amusing. I laughed at first, but the pain slowly creeping up and I'm just clueless on how to react on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Close colleague of mine is starting on stories that Mr.Rockstar has a crush on her and to be honest, I was not surprised. I saw the reaction from her for the past few weeks and my assumption turned out to be true. Instead, its the other way around. I felt like this close acquaintance has a crush on Mr.Rockstar and yet telling others that its the other way around. I'm thankful that Mr.Rockstar revealed it to me and I appreciate his honesty. He jumped when I started teasing him and he said this is not a funny matter. He is serious about it and I was laughing. I felt bad. To be frank, the laughing was just to cover the smallest molecule of pain that I felt at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I in pain? Maybe its not pain, but its fear that i'm feeling. Fear that I might loose him. Fear of failing in a relationship again. Fear of not being with him. Too many fears, I just kept quiet. Perhaps its jealousy? Fraction of my feelings controlled my emotions at that time and the inner voice just kept saying "so be it". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept telling myself not to bother much about it but I cant help it when I look at him and I started to think about all the potential "What if" situation. So, yes, I'm clueless...   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8415803642665155937?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8415803642665155937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8415803642665155937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8415803642665155937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8415803642665155937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9136720256645774878</id><published>2011-06-06T14:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:46:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession by the juice man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Marche over the weekend with Mr.Rockstar and what a revelation bumping into the usual Marche staffs. They were surprised to see me in my new size. I've shrunked according to Firdaus (the juice &amp;amp; tea man) and I'm with someone new. They thought I was married since its been awhile I visited my usual spot or I might have migrated. None, I assured them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firdaus was eager to share the news on certain someone, Uncle aka Azmi. He knew I was going to ask about him and he said he had something to share with me and he told me no to freak out. Apparently, Mizi (the cashier dude) had instructed Firdaus to bare all the stories bout Uncle to me. That's the first that these boys wanted to confess something to me. The last time we met was in 2009 open house at Uncle's and Hafiz crib and that was right after we all went for a picnic at Ulu Yam few weeks before that. We exchanged numbers and Firdaus promised to bare it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncle stopped communicating with me since last year Jan and had ignored me completely. I thought I did something wrong or did I offended him in a gazillions ways that I have scrambled my brains to replay any memories of us (including the time we spent with Mel and Azie). I was clueless. I moved on and never looked back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While on duty that night, Firdaus texted me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;F:Sis, I need to tell you the truth about Uncle. Are you free now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: On duty, call me back in 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;F: Roger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank goodness I was stationed at the most busiest location that night, the cloakroom. It took my mind off until I completed my shift. The conversation went like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: Sis, you need to know siapa sebenarnya Uncle. He is a criminal. Bukan niat I nak &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;          buruk-burukkan sesiapa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: Penjenayah? Huh? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: Sis, baru-baru ni dia kena tangkap sebab buat job kat 7E The Curve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: Job? apa job?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: rompakan bersenjata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: astaghfirullah...macam mana boleh jadi macam ni? bila ni?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: 5 hari yg lalu, dia kena tangkap ngan polis and skarang kat lokap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: tak sangka sungguh. dah lama ke dia buat mcm ni? ingatkan kerja kat marche was             ok.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: Sis, sebenarnya dia kena sacked from marche and also sacked from funkyvilla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: sacked? dia cakap dier berhenti and dapat better offer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: tak kak, he lied to u. The reason dia tak boleh balik JB, sebab dia mmg wanted in JB.   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kalau dia balik mmg kena pukul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: tak sangka sungguh. He doesnt realized he has wonderful friends around and he &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;could  have change. Takperlah Firdaus, he is big enough and he can take care of his own &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;now. Thanks for the info. mmg tak sangka ke lied to all of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: Sis, kita semua tertipu dgn dia. Jgn pulak sebab ni, Sis tak dtg lagi Marche. Kita semua &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;still friends kan. Sis datanglah lagi dgn bf baru sis tu, he looks nice. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: of course I will datang lagi. Thank you again sebab kasik kitaorg discount. nanti kita &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ajak sekali kak mel ngan kak azie....buat kecoh mcm dulu-dulu. I guess, he stopped &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;contacting me sbb I ni budak baik kut and he wanted to be a criminal. Tapi, mmg &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;terkejut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;F: takperlah sis, org dah tak nak kawan ngan kita. pandai-pandailah Uncle jaga diri.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was it, now I (including Mel and Azie) knows the real truth and what a revelation. I had my theory bout his disappearance and now we know. None of my theory came close at all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends, we all need each other, in good times and bad times. How do you want to be remembered? It's up to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9136720256645774878?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9136720256645774878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9136720256645774878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9136720256645774878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9136720256645774878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/confession-by-juice-man.html' title='Confession by the juice man'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2407756228837723422</id><published>2011-06-01T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:10:24.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally I've got my final performance rating and I'm glad and happy at the same time. A year's work finally paid off and I can't wait for August. Cepatlah August!!!!&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/11791366-2407756228837723422?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2407756228837723422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2407756228837723422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2407756228837723422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2407756228837723422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8091961484023660859</id><published>2011-06-01T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:51:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a failure...</title><content type='html'>A week ago, an intern was assigned to this project of mine. I was merely helping out a colleague's brother who was searching a place for internship. It was all fine and dandy for the past 1 week. Gave him intern scope of task to do, brought him to meetings, video conference meeting, guided him to do report and the usual friendly talk. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until this recent Monday, he went MIA. What went wrong? What did I do? Did Radzi freaked him out? Did we not give him enough work? Did we not give him work? I myself do not have the answers to those questions. I really wanted some answers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We texted, we called...no replies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until yesterday, he finally replied our text and today officially he tendered his resignation as an intern. The journey for him stops here. He had potential and all he needed to do was to just trust himself and do not be afraid. There's so much I wanted to guide him and teach him..but he has left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Hariz, I wish you all the best and I hope you will not be MIA again to any future company that you'll be joining. 2 cents of my wisdom, there's no easy road for success, but its easy if you work hard for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8091961484023660859?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8091961484023660859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8091961484023660859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8091961484023660859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8091961484023660859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-like-failure.html' title='I feel like a failure...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-13867958755558560</id><published>2011-05-26T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:48:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the cold season</title><content type='html'>Slowly, this office is turning into a huge freezer and most certainly I'm not the only one who is complaining bout it. Its bloody cold!!! I may be a fan of winter and snow but certainly not a fan of being cold indoors. How am I suppose to be effective at work when I keep on thinking methods to warm myself? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember there's a theory that your brains function better if you are confined in a cold environment, That's a bunch of bullocks!! It might work in Western country but hell it aint working in this land where sun shines most of the times. that person might as well migrate to the Iceland where cold temperature is 24 by 7 and you can save on installing the air cond!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will they fix the aircond here???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-13867958755558560?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/13867958755558560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=13867958755558560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/13867958755558560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/13867958755558560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/05/tis-cold-season.html' title='Tis the cold season'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7994632878127641729</id><published>2011-05-25T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:26:24.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive lesson!!!</title><content type='html'>Ouuch!!! Dumbfounded!!! Depressed!!! Stressed out!!!...Those were the reactions when my chubby and serious face mechanic told me, your total car bill is "RM1140!!!". In other words, I was lost of words and the first person that I called was Mr.Rockstar and he was surprised as well. Why? How? Where?....Those were the questions raised by my dearest and while explaining to him, my brain was calculating the damages and the moving forward days that I have to survive after the major deductions from my ever reliable Maybank account. I swear, I could hear "ka-ching, ka-ching" in my head and my face that was properly covered with my brown foundation has now turned pale white. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What went wrong? Or what did I do that has caused me a lot? Partly it was my fault mainly on negligence towards the healthy and safety of the car. I remembered that I did went for a service few months back until my mechanic came out with his report card on my car..."Amoi, you ahhh, last service aaahh, tahun lepas bulan 12". Fudge!!! It was that long??? Suddenly I could hear all the laughs coming from the other mechanic and kept on saying "tulah, tau isi minyak and jalan saja". I cant fight that statement, nor I want to fight with them. I had to play along and just sat there like a helpless damsel in distress and here comes a bunch of not so sexy looking mechanic (like we always see in MTV) servicing my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disc break, break pads, absorber railing, skimming the disc pad, engine oil, auto transmission fluid, brake oil, light bulb, door handle, and another thing i dah lupa....that was the whole works for my car today. Now my car is back to its healthy condition and all I need to do is send the baby for a car wash :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was pissed off when the mechanics took more than 2 hours to assemble the car door handle. The smallest item, but they took sooooooooooOOOooooo long!!!! I was hungry, stuffy, stressed and was this close to shout at all of them..Thankfully Mr. Rockstar kept me sane with him checking and calling me all the time. Thank you sayang!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's d story with my car today....a very expensive lesson...&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/11791366-7994632878127641729?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7994632878127641729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7994632878127641729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7994632878127641729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7994632878127641729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/05/expensive-lesson.html' title='Expensive lesson!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1587595583181594451</id><published>2011-05-24T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:16:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since I update my blog and surely I have a let to pen (type) down. Work has been the usual routine and I could feel its eating up my energy and positivity lately. Recently we have been applying "surviving this day by day". Its not easy ever since Reena, Joey and Sasha left. My usual kaki's for bitching about officemate have left and I feel so lost at times. I brave my day by making myself buzy and constantly thinking about work and thankfully for Mr.Rockstar always there to cheer me up. I doubt he knows how he has impacted me. Though sometimes, I  feel like I'm not reaching him enough, sorry yer, I've lost touch on how to behave in a relationship but I hope he knows how much I sayang him (getting mushier here) :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sasha left the building, officially today. Surely I'm gonna miss her, despite how others have been treating her. She's pure blur, love to hate, hate to love, impromptu, speaks out, fearless, a good drinking buddy and she's bubbly. What's not to like right? Its been a year ++ but like Mr.Rockstar said, this is not the end. In fact, its the end of a new beginning. Its gonna be quiet here without her giggles and chuckles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sasha...wherever you are silly girl, all the best and a badminton match is coming up!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1587595583181594451?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1587595583181594451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1587595583181594451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1587595583181594451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1587595583181594451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/05/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5177637978081816790</id><published>2011-04-12T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:48:16.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new love life</title><content type='html'>It shows that when I'm happy, I'm always inspired to blog. This entry is a  credit to my Mr.Rockstar. Who is he? Let me put it this way. My coffee seems better whenever he's around me, there's never a moment in my life that he doesn't make me smile, he lights up my day, flowers around me seems nothing to me compared to when he's with me, listening to MP3 at night before I sleep seems nothing compared to when he sings it live to me via the phone, his cheeky smile always melts me away and when he is in action ( having nasty thoughts here?) i meant when he is on the field playing futsal...he turns me on!!! Hahaha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Mr.Rockstar is my...how you society like to term us...a couple. When boy meets girls, what happen? I guess, you know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did i tell ya that his music taste is insane as mine!!! Talk about power metal lovers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Rockstar, I miss you already (though you are sitting right in front of me here) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5177637978081816790?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5177637978081816790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5177637978081816790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5177637978081816790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5177637978081816790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-love-life.html' title='My new love life'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1709281399896318287</id><published>2011-01-03T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:37:33.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here goes, prior to 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;29th Dec 2010 (Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Watched the final leg of the AFF Suzuki Cup with my sisters and cousins, and yes with Azra as well at Restoran Idaman, Mutiara Damansara. It was nerve wrecking watching the entire match. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The memorable and once in a lifetime moment for me that night was when the incredible harimau malayan keeper saved the challenging attempt by the Garuda team...the crowd was jumping on chair, utensils were thrown to the air, high-5 with strangers were common, cars honking on the roads, hugging with strangers was also permissible, the vuvuzela's (including me) were making its annoying yet "who-cares" melodious tune, crowd were singing "Inilah barisan kitaaaaaa", and this was just a scene at your usual food spot. I repeat, this was not at a stadium but the crowd were excellent!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It was worth it for me to drive all the way from home and be among this crazy crowd was just speechless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not to forget, Mar, my newly made friend from Redang joined us as well for drinks at Rasta after the match. Seronok habis hanging with this witty lass!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;30th Dec 2010 (Thursday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mum thrashed me out for the idea joining my girlfriends to Melaka. She agreed to it last week but somehow she had "forgotten" about it and went on and on about me going away for new year with friends. She repeatedly reminded me of "family" and plenty of house chores to be done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The act of me cancelling last minute for the trip has earned me the badge of "being outcasted" by my girlfriends. At least, that is what I'm feeling judging from their reaction. Oh well, I guess deserve the cold treatment. I'm sure they had a marvellous time in Melaka while I'm stucked at home with house chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I actually went out for a jog in the morning at klcc and did plenty of housework as well. Oh, and I did colored my hair. We shall see if anyone notices it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thank you again Mel for the coffee session at Joe's place though we wanted to have scones from Haute at first. Let's try again this Thursday (6/1/2011) nak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dinner with Ash as well!! Rasa macam lama sungguh tak lepak with Ash. Thank you for the tea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;31st Dec 2010 (Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Still no reply from my girlfriends. Sad. If I went with them, mum would trash me. I stayed home, and I had successfully managed to pissed my girlfriends off. I was really hoping I could catch some cendol at jonker with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mum had instructed her daughters to clean up the back store room aka "Poop room". The store is practically filled with poop, urines and stuff that has not been opened for the past 3 years since we moved from JB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If there was a show on "disgusting things you find in the store room", this would have been perfect! All those creepy insects came out and gave us a surprise that gave us a hell of a time to clean up the room!!! We spent half day in the morning to clean up (or at least 30%) of the shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Magically, my youngest sister offered to pay our usual grass cutter for 100 bucks if he is willing to clean up the room! Of course he accepted job, duhhh!!!! SO for the next half day, he helped us out to clean the room. By 6pm, all of us were beat and the idea to go Dataran Merdeka for new years countdown seem pretty challenging for us whom were out of energy. We wanted to somewhere that is cozy and easy access. We finally decided to head KLCC after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dad called up and making sure that Nelly and myself were coming to Pangkor the very next day. Yes, we decided to join him there for a short break cum work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Back to the new year's eve plan. There we were at KLCC , 2 hours before the countdown. Strolling at the park was not easy when tourists from all over the world and other eager beaver firework fans were crowding the place. We finally found a spot at the Starbucks and waited for the clock to strike midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;...5..4..3....2...1 HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1st January 2011 (Saturday) &amp;amp; 2nd January 2011 (Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Left home early to reach Lumut jetty for a ferry trip to Pangkor. WE DID IT!!! We were at Pangkor for the "Festival Puisi dan Lagu Rakyat Antarabangsa" that was held at Puteri Bayu Beach Resort, Pangkor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Freshen up and we blended in pretty well with the poets from all over asian countries. Add to our surprise, we had to perform each with a poem, in bahasa!!! I did " Teluk Dalam, apa yang kau cari?" and Nelly did "Benarkah Laut Itu Biru". We surprised ourselves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We accompanied MB Perak for a fishing trip at night and we headed to the nearest joint for us to hang out with the crew. 2.30 am we finally made back to our rooms as we needed the energy the very next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;More photo sessions with MB Perak, poets and of course with the beach!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Finally, we left Pangkor and we reached KL around 6.30pm and guess what....I was really tired that I actually slept early at 8pm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Apologies Azra dear for not being able to see you last night, as I was really...really beat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So, how did you spend your New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1709281399896318287?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1709281399896318287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1709281399896318287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1709281399896318287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1709281399896318287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2011/01/hola-2011.html' title='Hola 2011!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4080377647788202069</id><published>2010-12-17T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:57:28.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days left</title><content type='html'>Ushering 2011 will be a huge different for me. I'm turning 30 next year and I cant even remember what I did when I turned 20. Bummer!! Need to do something extraordinary for the year 2011. A journal and a camera is what I need to safe keep all the treasure for next year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, there's another 14 days before we close the curtain of 2010. Shall we do something different? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went partying by the beach last week in Singapore and I think that's an accomplishment in my books. I didn't even thought that I could be at the beach and partying with the awesome DJ of Tiesto and Guetta. That will go in my history for the rest of my life!!! I cant stop talking about it because I actually enjoyed partying that night/morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep my blog updated on the things that I will do for the next 14 days...yeehaaaaaa!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4080377647788202069?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4080377647788202069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4080377647788202069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4080377647788202069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4080377647788202069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/14-days-left.html' title='14 days left'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1134096186269471650</id><published>2010-12-14T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:42:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelling 2011</title><content type='html'>In a couple of days, we will leave 2010 and usher 2011. Shoot, I feel like I didn't accomplish much for this year. Besides, getting a higher salary, changed to a new project, gained few kilos (I need help on this), travelled a bit, watched few exciting concerts this year, made new friends (credits to those who made it to the list for Bee's new friends this year), managed to closed few of my loans and settled my credit card bills....hey, I do feel like i've accomplish much for this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, luck is not on my side for relationship this year. Oh well, maybe next year then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to blog about this, ZOUKOUT2010!!!! Omaigod.....It was an amazing night and I never thought that I could actually be there in Singapore to witness Tiesto and Guetta right in front of my eyes. No need to spend a dime all the way to Ibiza, when I could catch em here in Singapore....yahoooooo!!!!!! They were amazing, no other words to describe. I was mesmerized with the flashing lights, the intense music, the wicked beat, the crazy crowd, the drizzling during Tiesto section was another amazing night for me and the best part of all was we party-ed till morning!!! I have never done such a thing and I am impress with myself for having the energy all night long!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, watchout zoukout 2011, I'm coming back for next year!!!!&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/11791366-1134096186269471650?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1134096186269471650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1134096186269471650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1134096186269471650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1134096186269471650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/12/smelling-2011.html' title='Smelling 2011'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8866890387669336325</id><published>2010-11-19T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:55:26.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breather...</title><content type='html'>It was liberating for me to actually share with Jambu about my true feelings for "Mr.P". I guess he was also shaken by Mr.P's revelation and he had hoped that me and Mr.P could be together. I told him that I need to be true to my feelings and no matter how hard it is, I have to suck it up and be strong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how was Day 1 of not texting Mr.P for me? Hard. Seriously. Every attempt of texting Mr.P was foiled whenever I keep thinking of how my close friends would react and how stupid I would look like. Stop being played around, I keep telling myself. Be strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, the journey never ends. Possibility are endless and eventually, I'll meet my true soul mate. Sheesh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO - Roni Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Totally out of line here, but would it be wrong if I dream of having sexy porno star's fluffy clear ass. How do they do that??? Any tips???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8866890387669336325?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8866890387669336325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8866890387669336325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8866890387669336325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8866890387669336325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/11/breather.html' title='breather...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9218114840900853687</id><published>2010-08-31T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:38:40.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!!!</title><content type='html'>I was jumping with joy when I saw CL4 online this morning via YM. Rarely that he could be online in the morning and actually stay long online. Conversation went on like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       Me: dude, heard she (cant reveal her name here in the blog) is back in town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       CL4: really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       Me: yeah, and i heard she's back being single...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       CL4: single, i thought she's getting married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       Me: no-lah...she's back being single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       CL4: how did u know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       Me: a source told me..anyway, i'm meeting her up this november since Nandie will be here    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;               from S.Africa. Did you email her like u wanted too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       CL4:my gf doesn't like me to do it. She's accidentally found my email between me and her  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;               and her and me ( &lt;i&gt;i started noticing the broken english, and my CL4 speaks perfect  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;               english&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      Me: (&lt;i&gt;at this point i was suspicious, as i knew how well CL4 treats his girl and there's no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;              friggin way that he would actually bow to his gf tactics&lt;/i&gt;) What? How did that happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;              When? Dude, what's ur number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started dialing CL4's number and he was puzzled when i confronted him bout how her gf unearthed the emails between him and the girl she fancied back in campus. He went. "When did i told you that? How did you know about that? Who told you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked, "Are you online?" .CL4 replied "No. Oh shit, I think its my gf that you are chatting with". I said "What the f*** CL4, how did this happen?. From now on, any conversation with regards to the special girl, we shall remain it via phone only. He requested me to cover up with the gf and as good friends we are, I'll do anything for him. We go back way long together and i understand his predicament, though its funny and fun at the same time torturing CL4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        CL4: Why are you asking for my number? Are you going to call me? Hello? Are you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        Me: Hey dude, wrong info lah. Yeah, she's seeing someone and that news bout her being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                single, is lame. Anyway, gtg. catch up with you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some possessive chick my friend has, but ironically i know he'll get himself out of this mess. He loves his gf too much that he'll probably ask for forgiveness and explain himself out to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, you need to trust your men. Relationship works 2 ways and if the road of trust is being tarnished, the recovery process will take longer to heal and in the meantime, the gaps and cracks will be bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its hard to refrain ourself from NOT reading our partners text/email/fb message/ym/myspace msg/tweets and the list goes on. If you wish to read your partners stuff, then you have to let you partner read yours as well. Fair and square baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CL4, you owe me a coffee for a whole week!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9218114840900853687?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9218114840900853687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9218114840900853687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9218114840900853687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9218114840900853687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2627782487837349893</id><published>2010-08-22T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:34:03.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>matchmaker + blind date = done that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If there is one thing I have learned about dating it is this: never let your friends set you up with somebody.Eventually, it will be a disaster and there's only 40% of chance that friendship might blossom into a good one. Inevitably, from my experiences, it will lead straight to "problems".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I celebrated my not-so-recent Valentine's Day on a blind date. Yup, it was set up by Red FM DJ's (Dilly &amp;amp; JD). It was held at Sky Bar, Traders Hotel  and I'm in love with the majestic and breathtaking view of KL city centre. How did i get myself into this? Long story cut short, I won a competition and the winner gets to go on a date...blind date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who were the blind date victims?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ladies: Elaine, Shamala and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Guys: Melvin, Desmond and Fada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Only Desmond bought us flowers. I have to praise him on that and he had my attention at the flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: medium; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;The date went well. We were supposed to sit a corner and talk to each of our designated partner. Fada was supposed to be my date, but instead we went for group date. Host was happy that we all clicked along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;I hooked up with Desmond after the group date. For few weeks it went well until he started showing signs of extreme jealousy syndrome. I had to back off, period. I had to endure couple of months being silent towards him. Till this day, we have yet to have to closure. Unlikely of me of not having a closure, maybe the timing is not right yet. One day, I'll explain to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;Fada is sweet and nice. He has this special gift of reading palms. Yes, we continued being friends untill today. The good thing that come out from this group date was my friendship with Fada. The best part is, Fada stays 5 minutes away from my area and usual coffee session is a must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;Couple of blind dates went on for couple of months and most of them never turn out to be that good. I have super friends with amazing intention for me but as for now, I have to put a stop to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dating? Just not for me now...for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2627782487837349893?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2627782487837349893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2627782487837349893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2627782487837349893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2627782487837349893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/matchmaker-blind-date-done-that.html' title='matchmaker + blind date = done that!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3049089759196044153</id><published>2010-08-20T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:32:14.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving so soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dear, days without Mr.J at the office makes hours passed by really slow. Wonder what will happen when he actually leaves this project in a couple of months. Me will have no lunch partner lah after this. Wait, is that all he is to me? Sounds like I'm terrible person by using him for lunch, NO, we enjoy each others company during lunch, itu jer, period. Deep down, I know he longs for certain women with certain features and I'm not in his list. Bet on it, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr.J leaving? Lately, peeps in the office are taking a big plunge by going out for interviews discreetly. There's no harm doing so, but seriously, I guess people are just too tired with the internal politics and the she-bang and the drama and the slowness of certain peeps in the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quoting the CEO's text during the recent teh tarik session "there is no sense of accountability and urgency being portrayed and that's alarming". Really? Really? Whom was he addressing this sharp punchline? G, it seems he's addressing to all and it hurts others (myself included here) who have been working our asses off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, I'm not leaving....yet. For now... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3049089759196044153?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3049089759196044153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3049089759196044153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3049089759196044153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3049089759196044153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/leaving-so-soon.html' title='leaving so soon?'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2283031245404523947</id><published>2010-08-18T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:30:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie expert + ever slim + warm + friendly = "Don"</title><content type='html'>Recently, i met up with Don, an acquaintance from my varsity. Get this, we never spoke to each other in campus ground, we didn't even know each other's existence though we shared the same blazing heat of the campus. We might have been in the same class, we might have bumped into each other, we might have seen each other, we might have gossiped about each other...but we never had the opportunity to greet each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you social networking for making this happen, for making us reliving the memories of UTP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, Don is born with super genes that he has never ever worry to gain weight at all.  He could eat ice cream and doesn't gain a micro pound, I envy you Don! He is another wiki express on football besides my "ring of brothers" that hails from the great community, Melawati. Don is supa tall and i feel short, therefore my wedges are my heroes whenever i'm surrounded by tall people like Don.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, meeting up with Don tonight for a cuppa coffee was refreshing indeed. With the chill breeze, gentle rain and exchanging  stories bout UTP, certainly made me realised that memories from UTP are certainly worth sharing. There's more Don....more stories...we need another round of hazelnut white coffee moment!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and good luck and all the best Don for your interview tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2283031245404523947?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2283031245404523947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2283031245404523947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2283031245404523947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2283031245404523947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/footie-expert-ever-slim-warm-friendly.html' title='Footie expert + ever slim + warm + friendly = &quot;Don&quot;'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6711871604009212675</id><published>2010-08-18T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:06:31.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Waxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGq-_9q8GEI/AAAAAAAACN8/576A4xFd7y8/s1600/batek.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGq-_9q8GEI/AAAAAAAACN8/576A4xFd7y8/s400/batek.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506423500509550658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did Batek Painting recently with a group of eager beaver creative friends at Jadi Batek Gallery, Jalan Inai on 14th August 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we did this during the fasting month and our creative minds were tested to the maximum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drawing, waxing and coloring. I was obviously not good in coloring part. I was screaming for "UNDO" button repeatedly to an extend the abang batek came over and helped me to color. Thank you abang batek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was indeed pretty tiring tasks to do (and we were only doing 1 piece). Can't imagine those experts who did more than 1 piece in a day. I salute you batek painter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were given a choice to select our own template or we could even draw our own design. I just had to draw my own design and I ended up screwing it during the coloring part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, we had fun. We had a great time torturing Marcus. We love you Marcus dearie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would like to do this again, u interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6711871604009212675?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6711871604009212675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6711871604009212675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6711871604009212675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6711871604009212675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/group-waxing.html' title='Group Waxing'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGq-_9q8GEI/AAAAAAAACN8/576A4xFd7y8/s72-c/batek.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5432171636845487245</id><published>2010-08-17T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:05:17.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Mr.J</title><content type='html'>As usual, lunch are the only chance that we could spend our quality time together. Yes, its fasting period and I have no problem him eating in front of me. Though he was concerned at first, but I assured him that I'm strong enough to face him eating all the juicy meat, crispy crackers, chill drinks and mouth watering desserts. Yup, I'm weird. I swear, the waitress was confused to serve us - him - Mr.J - and not me. Politely I said "Saya puasa" and I smiled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when Mr.J is smoking, I was not even tempted to take a huff and puff, instead I was thinking the consequences of mum finding me out taking a ciggy during fasting month. The visual of me being thrown away from the house started flashing and it was murdering my bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is for sure, I'm comfortable whenever I'm around him. Yes, Mr.J and I are great buddies and there's nothing else that I could ask for accept long term friendship and I hope he'll always be there when I need him (as I would do the same as well). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romance between us? Don't think so Mr.J sees me that way. I'm his colleague. Nothing more than that could happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till I see you tomorrow my Mr.J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5432171636845487245?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5432171636845487245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5432171636845487245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5432171636845487245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5432171636845487245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-mrj.html' title='Me &amp; Mr.J'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9194363604433666168</id><published>2010-08-15T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:55:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its fasting time!</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the year, the fasting period. Work hours become shorter, taking a nap during short break are allowed, people around you giving lots of excuses NOT to fast, most clients would just say YES to every suggestion you make, almost all hotels iftar menu are over priced, traffic is almost clear by 6.45pm, bazaar ramadhan are everywhere, colleagues selling kuih raya and influence you to buy...and the list goes on!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What make me stronger during fasting month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about food!!! Only good food counts!!! Thinking bout the texture of good food gives me strength to overcome the challenges and temptations throughout the whole day...yeaayyyyy...I'm weird...I know. That makes me different aight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what makes you stronger during this fasting month? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9194363604433666168?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9194363604433666168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9194363604433666168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9194363604433666168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9194363604433666168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-fasting-time.html' title='Its fasting time!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4749495896507386338</id><published>2010-08-14T05:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T06:16:01.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajib's wedding!</title><content type='html'>I travelled South ( as listed in my Day Zero Project ) for Ajib &amp;amp; Zila's wedding!!! The solemnisation ceremony was held at Masjid Sultan Abu Bakar JB and Ajib's reception was held at Dewan Komuniti Bukit Damansara.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part during Ajib's ceremony was, we were photographed by Ted Adnan and we felt super famous after being snapped by the most awesome and brilliant photographer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feast your eyes on these photos and there are more at my facebook page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCUh7IhSI/AAAAAAAACNs/e1g1LMkIKIY/s320/IMG00510-20100627-1547.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505019777489863970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCUQJIaTI/AAAAAAAACNk/QADP73zBTac/s1600/SAM_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCUQJIaTI/AAAAAAAACNk/QADP73zBTac/s320/SAM_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505019772716738866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCT4W1UnI/AAAAAAAACNc/9n2XJvnrOJA/s1600/SAM_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCT4W1UnI/AAAAAAAACNc/9n2XJvnrOJA/s320/SAM_0692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505019766331757170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11791366-4749495896507386338?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4749495896507386338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4749495896507386338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4749495896507386338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4749495896507386338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/ajibs-wedding.html' title='Ajib&apos;s wedding!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGXCUh7IhSI/AAAAAAAACNs/e1g1LMkIKIY/s72-c/IMG00510-20100627-1547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3357200905978612848</id><published>2010-08-13T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:47:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-M-G!!!</title><content type='html'>My last entry was in May? Oh shit. I've been lazy again. Bummer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here's what's been going on lately in my life for the past few months (thus, i can also strike out few items under my Day Zero Project)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mel, Meor and myself went to watch Usher Live in KL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGVonszHpNI/AAAAAAAACNU/wFBMctrrl7k/s320/usher2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504921150780056786" /&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/11791366-3357200905978612848?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3357200905978612848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3357200905978612848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3357200905978612848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3357200905978612848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-m-g.html' title='O-M-G!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/TGVonszHpNI/AAAAAAAACNU/wFBMctrrl7k/s72-c/usher2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-843479111643349632</id><published>2010-05-26T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:12:04.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealed</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this quote by Winston Churchill "In victory you deserve it, in defeat you need it". To my dear friends, this quote is actually referring to my deepest desired needs....and its not food!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its about being intimate. Intimate with a partner. To be more specific, intimacy with boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The freeing "WE" to "ME" was liberating, but there's a void in my life which urgently needs to be filled up. If Superman will be dead if he's confronted by kyrptonite (i hope i get the spelling right), i'm getting weak without having a man in my life. Pathetic u might think i am. Doing self pleasure doesn't help, trust me! There's no thrill and fun in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need.....(you fill in the blank!)&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/11791366-843479111643349632?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/843479111643349632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=843479111643349632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/843479111643349632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/843479111643349632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/revealed.html' title='Revealed'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5017595487066941802</id><published>2010-05-25T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:07:57.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S_uvi9dTtkI/AAAAAAAACNE/lEtbYOycnkk/s1600/redang_tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S_uvi9dTtkI/AAAAAAAACNE/lEtbYOycnkk/s320/redang_tee.jpg" width="457" height="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have not noticed, I've been missing you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the wind blowing gently to my face, the warm sea water that pampers my skin, the colorful fishes greeting me, the snorkelling with great peeps, the friendly people, the great food and the cool breeze at night that takes away all my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly is how I could describe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Do you miss me?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5017595487066941802?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5017595487066941802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5017595487066941802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5017595487066941802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5017595487066941802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-miss-me_25.html' title='Do you miss me?'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S_uvi9dTtkI/AAAAAAAACNE/lEtbYOycnkk/s72-c/redang_tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3849984584513536295</id><published>2010-05-24T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:23:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises!</title><content type='html'>The Chef called me up instantly after reading the recent blog entry. Thank you Chef for the long distance call. You never fail to surprise me, I have to admit that. He posted a relevant question. Which category do I belong in your types of man that I've dated? The answer to that, you do not belong into any of those category, because you are the perfect one. Though perfect, but we are not destined to be together, sad but true. On the other hand, I cherish our moments together and I value the friendship that you still offer me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chef, if you are reading this (for certain you are right now), you owe me Kuchilla and Shark &amp;amp; Bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was toying the idea to surprise me on my birthday. I suck in this department. Suck badly. I suck in surprising people but I love the excitement that I get from surprises. What's in store for me this July? I'll have to wait...and i'll welcome the surprise with a big smile. Yippieeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Jambu for a drink as he required my postal services. Yes, handing out his wedding invitations to couple of my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jambu dropped a bomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you mind dating a divorce with a single child? Without any hesitation I said YES. What is there for me to loose? I'm single, available and I fancy guys. A big statement there, yet another experience to explore and I'm grabbing every opportunity being offered here. In the search for a life partner, one must truly experience every dating scene. That's where my consultancy skills will be tested to do any comparative analysis and I owe it to each simulation session (dating) that i'm exposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jambu said, I've met this architect boy during Jambu's engagement to Sunshine. Architect boy is Sunshine's bigger brother. I guess, i'll meet him during Jambu's wedding on this coming 12th June. A blind date for me? Not bad huh....another surprise i'm looking forward too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3849984584513536295?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3849984584513536295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3849984584513536295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3849984584513536295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3849984584513536295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprises.html' title='Surprises!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3145332696980880838</id><published>2010-05-24T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:39:37.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>Yes, thanks to Superboy, he made me realized that the facade that i'm going through is quite delicate and I'm supposed to be more careful when I pick men for a date.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have forgotten how to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thrill of being courted, the excitement of selecting what to wear, the rush of being pretty, the expectation of how the date should be, the unprecedented of cocking up an exit plan (carefully and strategically plan with my BFFs) and the anticipation of how the date should be.....I've lost the touch. Or shall I say, I've lost the "real-feeling" on being on a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. I told Champion (I have to name my men from now on for some confidential matters) that I've forgotten how to date. He laughed and responded "Chill.Chill". Probably its easy for him to say that because he is a man and he could just date at anytime he wants. I've been spending a lot of time with him and will probably will turn into a ladette soon. Being around Champion and his friends (ring of brothers) makes me no equal or lesser than a man. Why? Its because they treat me just like one of em. We watch movies, hang out for drinks, talk footie, bitch bout footie, cock up men jokes, laughed at hideous wannabe fashionista and I go home driving alone. There, enough said. I'm soon turning into one of the ring of brothers, and the only difference is I do not have a willy, instead a pair of boobs. Seriously, i love hanging out with em. I enjoy my time with them. I'm comfortable with them and i don't mind spending time with the ring of brothers. They add up spices and never fail to make me smile. Ring of brothers, you guys are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, it would be nice for my soul to go on a date. Maybe soon. Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the rate I'm going, i'll be on my virgin mode and dating will just have to wait. Seriously, my daily planner is packed with work schedule and slotting few hours for a date could be challenging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocking revealing from a city girl who loves man but has lost her skills on dating. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date me, if you want. If you dare...&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/11791366-3145332696980880838?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3145332696980880838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3145332696980880838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3145332696980880838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3145332696980880838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7363555476863058026</id><published>2010-05-19T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:06:51.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing &amp; hoping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every day without fail, i remind myself to be grateful and be appreciative of what I have. Be thankful. Be patience Bee...someday you'll find your happiness. My inner voice has never fail to keep me see things in perspective. Somehow, my heart just screams of wanting more in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the million dollar or fame that I long for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the fancy sport car or a big mansion that I long for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the branded bags or luxurious travelling that I search for in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I want? The answer is always the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple pleasure of life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home to a man that would actually greet me and hear all my endless concerns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home to a man that will tell me that his world turns better every time he sees me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home to see my man smile at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home to see my man...and he's there for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's my man? (sigh)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7363555476863058026?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7363555476863058026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7363555476863058026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7363555476863058026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7363555476863058026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishing-hoping.html' title='Wishing &amp; hoping...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2253727368914190</id><published>2010-05-06T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:32:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to let you go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's the most difficult decision that i have to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being with my baby for almost 3 years and letting my baby go by end of this month, i ended up crying the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It takes a lot for me to give up my Baby. In the end, i'm doing it for a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The sake of living and providing for the family. For mum, most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I sacrifice now for you mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I do not ask anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm doing it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I only hope, this dark clouds that surrounds us will go away quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To my sisters, i'm doing it for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To my baby, the thought of not having you around me anymore just kills me every time i set my eyes on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Goodbye..my companion...goodbye 7766.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2253727368914190?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2253727368914190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2253727368914190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2253727368914190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2253727368914190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-to-let-you-go.html' title='I have to let you go...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9176365299753025706</id><published>2010-05-04T11:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:05:49.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lung Event - Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-WpToKyOI/AAAAAAAACL4/9NAfSa1AAeE/s1600/IMG00135-20100328-1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-WpToKyOI/AAAAAAAACL4/9NAfSa1AAeE/s320/IMG00135-20100328-1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467254109038627042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been meaning to update on this recent (it was last month) charity event that i attended with Joey. Lung event? Bee attended Care for your Lung Event? When Bee loves Sampoerna?...hehehee!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. I went there to support a colleague of mine who opened a stall selling their famous popiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out our journey on a scorching Sunday morning driving from Melawati to ZA Art Studio at Sg Penchala. Oh dear, the deeper we drove in Kg. Sg Penchala, we thought we were lost. Thankfully, there was this HUGE signage (size of A4 paper!!) helped us to reach the place safely. Parking was a bit madness and as we walked closer to the Studio, we wanted to light our ciggy...but, its a Lung Event!!!! So, smoking was most definitely not welcome..hehee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-Wbk3bKQI/AAAAAAAACLw/KS8-PxXN0Zc/s1600/IMG00136-20100328-1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-Wbk3bKQI/AAAAAAAACLw/KS8-PxXN0Zc/s320/IMG00136-20100328-1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467253873147848962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were welcome with stalls that was selling T-Shirts, massaging services, live band that was playing indie songs and were sang by boys aged below 12! Joey and me were really impressed! In fact, i think Joey was musically challenged at that time..haha! The boy bad was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun continues to heat us, we grew thirsty! We frantically search for our colleague, Ely. She was thrilled to see us there and quickly ushered us to get the coupons so we could start with our purchase. Each purchases will be donated to an identified organization..all NGO's lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even had nasi ayam, nasi briyani, famous Chef Ismail chicken pie, cendol, air kelapa and lots more. Thank God there was this Studio exhibiting all the artwork with fully air-cond. YES...me and Joey went there immediately and trying out best to appreciate the porcelain artwork when our intention was to enjoy the air cond. But...But..But...we did spend RM40 for charity purposes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-UYX74FsI/AAAAAAAACLY/5ComFeXDTSU/s1600/IMG00125-20100328-1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-UYX74FsI/AAAAAAAACLY/5ComFeXDTSU/s320/IMG00125-20100328-1205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467251619113998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ely and kids posing in front of their popiah stall. The little girls were charming indeed and were entertained by their laughters...despite the hot hot hot sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the scene around 1noon-ish with smiling face, tummy filled up with popiah, Teh O Ais and we just had to smoke under a small tree nearby our car...which was further away from the event. Overall, we do support the Lung Event!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was indeed a great event, with an objective to raise money for identified NGO's and you should show support as well my dear friends!!!&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&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9176365299753025706?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9176365299753025706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9176365299753025706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9176365299753025706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9176365299753025706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/05/lung-event-charity.html' title='Lung Event - Charity'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S9-WpToKyOI/AAAAAAAACL4/9NAfSa1AAeE/s72-c/IMG00135-20100328-1239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-617860219287535936</id><published>2010-04-27T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:22:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date me if you want!</title><content type='html'>Well, yes...i'm back being single and i'm enjoying all the wonders of dating all sorts of men. I like!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Few facts about dating that YOU should know:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dating can be tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YES. I admit. It's all the excitement that you get will just exhaust your energy level by the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Dating requires skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YES. Different methods are required when you are dating with different kind of guys. Some pointers for you ladies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 1: Career minded guys would tend to talk about their job and their accomplishments. Ladies, you just need acknowledge their success and compliment them. At times, just hit them with few punchlines like "What do you think about Obama's new policy?" or "What do you think about the current stock market performance?"....That will keep them thinking on what to answer you. In the meantime, ladies, you can sip up your wine and finish up your meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 2: Married guys. YES. I've dated few of them and they are the most fun guys to be around with. They are loving, caring, smart and they are perfect. Only thing is....they are married and ladies...you need to draw the line!!! Sometimes, they lack imagination, but i reserve my comments for Mr.Superboy (if you are reading this...you have the best "imagination" and i have no regrets at all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 3: Single, straight and unattached guys. They tend to talk about their friends, officemates, work and hobbies (football or computer games mostly). Go out for movies, art performance, watch football or the best place to test your guys wisdom is at the museum or at a bookshop. Find anything in common and work from there. DO NOT fall for the guy so fast, or else you'll crash hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 4: GAY guy. YES. Ladies, you need to be around gay guys. You need to know the trend from this guys and they are very resourceful. Their gay-radar works faster and we can leverage on their expertise (street wise and bed-wise)...trust me!!! They prefer to be seen at Starbucks...so over a cup of ice latte would do for a short date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 5: Divorced men. YES I HAVE dated them. They are soooooooooooo passionate and at times very gullible and vulnerable. Ladies, any body movement you do towards him could be interpreted wrongly. So behave yourself! They will lavish you with great meals and after few dates they might just pop you the question ..."wanna have uno noche stand?" YOU SAY NO....unless if you want too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 6: YOUNGER guys. DO i need to elaborate more? I have mix reactions on these type of guys. There are self obsessed ones and there are genuinely good hearted ones. If you are lucky, you'll get the good hearted ones. Few of my close friends married a younger guy, not that they are the cougar type...but they landed themselves with a good catch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 7: JEALOUSY species. OH BOY.....call Rihana or Gaga for this one. You need their bad ass attitude to disengage yourself with this kinda guy. My trick, if they get jealous over a text that you send to a friend like this "Dear XXX, Wanna have lunch with me?" and if they react "You flirting behind me izzit?"...that's a sign that you should watch out for. STOP DATING HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 8: Unemployed guy. OOOoooo.....ladies, your wallet better have extra cash to go on a date with this type of guys. Enough said. You might driving him as well....not good!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy Type 9: Businessmen &amp;amp; Power Suit guys. Generally, they are all married. The best part, you'll be treated with fine meal. Enjoy the meal and the companion! They ask more than a meal....YOU SAY NO...at least, that's what i said to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on...and if this article offends some of the guys reading it, its just my experience and i have no intention on hurting anyone's feeling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will continue more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-617860219287535936?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/617860219287535936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=617860219287535936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/617860219287535936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/617860219287535936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-me-if-you-want.html' title='Date me if you want!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3487727294913666410</id><published>2010-01-30T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:36:55.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahaaaa!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour of badminton this morning with my friends seriously gave me an energy booster. Up till now, I'm not sleepy and no muscle sore, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great session with Jambu, Doni, Maui, Milin and Reza. Bullying Doni was the best part for the rest and having the opportunity to watch some perfectly sculpted body of other guys playing badminton was a treat for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our usual activity after that, indulging food! I just had to order the baked bun with grated coconut and some soya cincau mixed with sinfully delicious gula melaka...."heaven i cakap sama you!!!". Thank you PappaRich for making me gain back a lil bit of calories that was burned during the game this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S2P9V1axgfI/AAAAAAAACLA/munqiDenM34/s320/DSCN7689.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432464127097405938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i must say!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3487727294913666410?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3487727294913666410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3487727294913666410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3487727294913666410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3487727294913666410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/joys-of-life.html' title='Joys of life!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/S2P9V1axgfI/AAAAAAAACLA/munqiDenM34/s72-c/DSCN7689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1599650255626804883</id><published>2010-01-01T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:29:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Day Zero Project #77</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bWJlGRQI/AAAAAAAACK4/sYM7O1YJqbE/s1600-h/shiao+peng+n+yeek+huey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bWJlGRQI/AAAAAAAACK4/sYM7O1YJqbE/s320/shiao+peng+n+yeek+huey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421730699999069442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bVwaelPI/AAAAAAAACKw/IXdKstEnBkU/s1600-h/pui+sum+n+ky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bVwaelPI/AAAAAAAACKw/IXdKstEnBkU/s320/pui+sum+n+ky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421730693243639026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bVugkmvI/AAAAAAAACKo/ukx1IRDuxjM/s1600-h/chili+n+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bVugkmvI/AAAAAAAACKo/ukx1IRDuxjM/s320/chili+n+us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421730692732328690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've attended a couple of my Chinese friends wedding and here are the photos. From left clockwise: Shiao Peng &amp;amp; Yeek Huey, Pui Sum (Susu) and Kuan Yew, and Chi Li.&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/11791366-1599650255626804883?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1599650255626804883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1599650255626804883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1599650255626804883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1599650255626804883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-day-zero-project-77.html' title='my Day Zero Project #77'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz3bWJlGRQI/AAAAAAAACK4/sYM7O1YJqbE/s72-c/shiao+peng+n+yeek+huey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-474416135014514453</id><published>2010-01-01T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:29:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Day Zero Project #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz2V8yNoa1I/AAAAAAAACKg/_SkVQepAcfA/s1600-h/jazz+nite+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz2V8yNoa1I/AAAAAAAACKg/_SkVQepAcfA/s320/jazz+nite+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421654397927582546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went to watch a jazz concert with my buddies and therefore minus one of the item in my list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture as a proof (from left: Azie, Me and Melisa)&lt;br /&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/11791366-474416135014514453?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/474416135014514453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=474416135014514453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/474416135014514453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/474416135014514453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-day-zero-project-24.html' title='my Day Zero Project #24'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sz2V8yNoa1I/AAAAAAAACKg/_SkVQepAcfA/s72-c/jazz+nite+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5534127451605409899</id><published>2009-12-09T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:06:43.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Zero Project: Item #75</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8l99IALI/AAAAAAAACKY/tgRTU4zPJf4/s1600-h/IMG00060-20091209-1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8l99IALI/AAAAAAAACKY/tgRTU4zPJf4/s320/IMG00060-20091209-1932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252637594747058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8lrKFKoI/AAAAAAAACKQ/DrbyPd0mKIQ/s1600-h/IMG00059-20091209-1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8lrKFKoI/AAAAAAAACKQ/DrbyPd0mKIQ/s320/IMG00059-20091209-1931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252632548813442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8lL7XbdI/AAAAAAAACKI/A5Kq8f83LGM/s1600-h/IMG00058-20091209-1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8lL7XbdI/AAAAAAAACKI/A5Kq8f83LGM/s320/IMG00058-20091209-1931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252624165596626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8k9tlEaI/AAAAAAAACKA/O4vYLMjMf8U/s1600-h/IMG00057-20091209-1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8k9tlEaI/AAAAAAAACKA/O4vYLMjMf8U/s320/IMG00057-20091209-1924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413252620349673890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i did it!&lt;div&gt;I managed to do item #75...and i have pictures to prove it!!!&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/11791366-5534127451605409899?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5534127451605409899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5534127451605409899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5534127451605409899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5534127451605409899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-zero-project-item-75.html' title='Day Zero Project: Item #75'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sx-8l99IALI/AAAAAAAACKY/tgRTU4zPJf4/s72-c/IMG00060-20091209-1932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5612695800534346394</id><published>2009-12-09T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:24:46.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge yourself!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited I had forgotten to introduce a little bit of info about the &lt;a href="http://www.dayzeroproject.com/about/"&gt;Day Zero Project&lt;/a&gt;.  Its like a "challenge list"  yet realistic that you need to complete in 1001 days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short....You need to come up with 101 tasks and do it in a span of 1001 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and its gonna be quite challenging. Are you up for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My deadline?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th September 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need help to calculate your days, &lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/date/dateadd.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5612695800534346394?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5612695800534346394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5612695800534346394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5612695800534346394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5612695800534346394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/challenge-yourself.html' title='Challenge yourself!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2042624423748569283</id><published>2009-12-08T15:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:00:53.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Day Zero Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Marcus actually talked me into to do this and as usual...me being me...I was kinda not interested at all. However, after much thought and my inner self was voicing out "it should be fun, challenge myself!"...so here goes my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. To clear my credit card debts, small personal loan debts and other monthly installments payment.&lt;div&gt;2. To loose 15kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. To keep long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. To dye my hair shiny black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. To straighten my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. To tone my arms and butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. To keep my bed clean and free from dusts for consecutively 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. To pray all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. To stop smoking.period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. To stop drinking.period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. To attend local theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. To see dentist regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Scale my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. See skin specialist to treat my bum-bum area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Cut down on sugar intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Go snorkelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Go backpacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Buy new shirt once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Go pedicure once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Eat more veggie and less chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Play badminton once in a  fortnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Go jogging regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Learn to cook new recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;24. Watch concert at Philharmonic.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Watch poetry recital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Do batik painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Go for spa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Get myself a brand new watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Participate in charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Enter any marathon (half marathon would do!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Read books (at least 5!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Try to use less the word "F" in my daily conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Redecorate my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Send car for service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Watch movies at The Gardens, Midvalley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Play Paintball with buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Ride ATV with buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Try wall-climbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Go for tv host audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Hire Meor to take pictures of me and Azmi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Collect money from x-bf, as he owes me Benjamins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Attend any fun fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Watch fireworks in the arms of loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Organize a picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Organize a bbq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Make my wallet free of receipts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Attend a circus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Attend art gallery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Learn to cook mum's mee rebus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Learn to dive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. Go Redang/ Perhentian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. Get myself a pair of Nine West killer stilettos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Buy new bra's and thongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. Do sky diving/ hot air balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. Treat myself at a fancy restaurant/hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Enjoy a glass of drink at Luna Bar/Sky Bar overlooking KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Treat Reena for always keeping me sane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Send personalized New Year Card to my close buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. Dine at new 5 eatery restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Buy myself a black wedges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. Learn new stuff on my blackberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Whiten my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. Do waxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. Go for fish spa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Watch Sherlock Holmes the movie at Pavilion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Send any VOTE SMS to any local "Reality TV" show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. Eat steak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Go for jungle trekking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. Camwhoring in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. Eat my favourite Lor Bak in JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Order myself Cupcakes from Wondermilk cuppacakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. Get fresh flowers for my desk at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. Go karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. Try new dessert other than my normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: line-through; "&gt;&lt;del&gt;75. Eat Yong Tau Foo.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. Go for dim sum over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del&gt;77. Attend a chinese friend's wedding.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. Throw coins in a wishing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. Organize my cupboard, desk and dressing table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. Enter a treasure hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Try teh tarik at 10 new places!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. Enter competition from any newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Get my sister her belated birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. Travel south by car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. Re-design my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. Sell my old clothes at Amcorp mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Re-design my bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. Indulge chocolate fondue with buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Buy an oven and start baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. Start my own small baking business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. Get myself certified in ITIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Whiten all my white clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. Get myself a shoe rack at the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. Handover all my current work to my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. Get myself a facial treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Buy new fluffy bedsheets for my bedroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. Get myself a fluffy and comfy bedroom slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. Buy myself a landed property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. Get myself a new pair of expensive Guess jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. Write review in my blog about the best chocolate cookies or cupcakes in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;101. Host a "makan-makan" at my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to do the above items in a non-priority basis and as proof that i have done it, i'll take a picture and upload it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://marcky.wordpress.com/"&gt;Marcus&lt;/a&gt;. He inspired me to do this list!&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/11791366-2042624423748569283?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2042624423748569283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2042624423748569283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2042624423748569283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2042624423748569283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-zero-project.html' title='my Day Zero Project'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1215161390084453892</id><published>2009-12-03T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:03:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my new baby</title><content type='html'>YES...and no I'm not referring to to the Year End Sale...since everyone is on high mood for shopping and spending...i'm in love....YES...i'm having an affair actually...i cant stop giving my full attention with my affair...Azmi will have to find other unique ways to capture my undivided attention for him now....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh..my baby....my Bold baby....I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1215161390084453892?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1215161390084453892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1215161390084453892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1215161390084453892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1215161390084453892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-my-new-baby.html' title='me and my new baby'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8997576239460234340</id><published>2009-11-23T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:01:55.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a brand new chapter...</title><content type='html'>My last post was on the July this year and I felt I have abandoned my life diary and I felt so bad, I'm truly sorry dear blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few months, there are shares of up and down in my life. From family to work, relationship and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My best friend Azie finally got hitched with her man and we are happy for her. Last few weeks,  I bumped into Azie and she surprised with the news that she's pregnant. Good for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My cousin Ajib who adores Azie is finally getting engage next month. Wedding bells are next year for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I broke up with Que. Yes, it was expected kan? Thank god for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm changing department by January. Finally, after 5 years, I managed to get myself transfer out and I'm really looking forward to do my new job full time. I'm gonna miss buddies here, but ...we are still under the same one roof!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I met a guy. YES. His name is Azmi and we have been seeing each other for the past 4 months and I'm really into him. He is different...but only time will tell how far we will be in this relationship. Wish me luck peeps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My BFF Mr. Superboy, is going off to see the Queen this December...and I think i'm the one who is over excited for him. Safe journey lad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Couple of my best buddies from varsity is tying the knot this December and I'm going to be there for them!!!! Congratulations in advance to Pui Sum and Ah Hiao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Marriage plans? Pray hard for me as it might just happen in 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Me and parents? They are still with their usual crazy behaviour....protective...sometime over protective. I'm still handling this matter by myself and the usual pouring it all out session to my BFF -  Mr Superboy, Mr Leetang, Miss Lenny and Miss Shopaholic! Thank you guys for lending your shoulders to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My weight issues? I reckon you try Melilea Organics. It works like magic!!! Drop me a line if you wanna know more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, i need to continue with my handover pack...Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8997576239460234340?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8997576239460234340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8997576239460234340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8997576239460234340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8997576239460234340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-brand-new-chapter.html' title='Its a brand new chapter...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6039918083145734956</id><published>2009-07-15T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:37:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by passion</title><content type='html'>A recent chat with a a close friend of mine has made me realised that being passionate throughout my daily living is crucial and my happiness cum satisfaction depends much on it. Without passion, I have no drive....Without passion, I feel dull....Without passion, I am not myself.....Without passion, I'll be a boring person...Without passion, I would feel like I'm sucked into a universe that evolves around the norm and being different is illegal and its a big sin! I guess....I must have forgotten that passion is a MUST to be happy. Its the crucial ingredient to put a smile on my face. Its been so long that this recent conversation just made me realised that being happy with myself is very important. I need to be happy first, then I could make others happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you feel like you need to be passionate about your work? With your friends? With your other half? With money (I am!!!...heheh!) With love? With animals? With your family? With sex? With&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is.... Am I too passionate at most of the time? Does my passion ticks you off? What is my limit in being passionate? Do you like me being passionate? Am I over-passionate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6039918083145734956?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6039918083145734956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6039918083145734956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6039918083145734956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6039918083145734956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/driven-by-passion.html' title='Driven by passion'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1724139959082063481</id><published>2009-07-11T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:35:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This suits me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(70, 27, 26); font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am me, once more - Zee Avi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, I really don't think so &lt;br /&gt;That you think I'd be incapable of being on my own &lt;br /&gt;No, I really don't think so &lt;br /&gt;That I would for a second let you back in through my door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent many a nights &lt;br /&gt;Even when you are by my side &lt;br /&gt;I shed tears I couldn't dry &lt;br /&gt;I shed tears I couldn't dry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should thank you for &lt;br /&gt;Taking my blindfold off now &lt;br /&gt;I ain't jaded no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;And I take pride in being the one that said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;That could only mean I am me, once more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would turn your head the other way &lt;br /&gt;So you won't have to listen to what I have to say &lt;br /&gt;You assume that I needed you &lt;br /&gt;But you didn't realize that I needed no one but myself &lt;br /&gt;I needed no one but myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should thank you for &lt;br /&gt;Taking my blindfold off now &lt;br /&gt;I ain't jaded no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;And I take pride in being the one that said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;That could only mean I am me, once more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could only mean I am me, once more &lt;br /&gt;That could only mean I am me, once more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="seperator divclear" style="clear: both; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); height: 1px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wayango.com/images/common/b.gif" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1724139959082063481?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1724139959082063481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1724139959082063481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1724139959082063481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1724139959082063481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-suits-me.html' title='This suits me...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7875275217815561697</id><published>2009-07-04T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:26:20.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise ...surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Mr K's birthday (aka DJ LEETANG!) on thursday night by watching Transformers!!!! Oh god......it was awesome!!! That movies deserves to be watched again and again....i know i will! I was practically shouting and even cried during the optimus scene...i should have prepared myself with kleenex!..hahahaa...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went for dinner at TGIF and we were buzy snapping pictures and he didnt expect that he would be bullied by the tgif crew, bcoz we were celebrating his birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still owe him a gift, which he does not know yet what have i bought for him...hehehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of pictures.....where are those pictures belated birthday boy?..hehehe&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/11791366-7875275217815561697?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7875275217815561697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7875275217815561697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7875275217815561697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7875275217815561697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise ...surprise!!!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7711764454978244700</id><published>2009-07-03T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:40:36.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting it go...how?</title><content type='html'>When a relationship does not move forward, it withers. I'm waiting for him to decide but sometimes by not making a decision, it is making a decision. Sometimes the relationship is over before it end...its still a death, a loss, a time to mourn and the healing will take its time ....slowly...and painfully....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, by him not making a decision.....it is a decision...he has decided...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can i let him go...let us go...when i have hopes for him and us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can i let him go....when my heart cries for him....long for him...and miss him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment....i can only cry and cry....and hopefully he knows that i miss him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my Que....terribly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7711764454978244700?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7711764454978244700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7711764454978244700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7711764454978244700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7711764454978244700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-it-gohow.html' title='Letting it go...how?'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5528282265606391082</id><published>2009-07-03T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:45:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the ending...</title><content type='html'>Its strange how you go through your daily life without being given special attention and loved especially by the ones you called boyfriend or girlfriend. Its like a part of you is lost and wandering for that love that you crave. You search for inspiration, you search a reason to make you happy, a reason to make you smile, a reason to make plans for happy endings and a reason to look forward to live each day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry mostly at night, thinking of the past, reminiscing the sweet memories of us together, having all sorts of flashing images of us being together, recapturing those hallmakrk moments whenever we were together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part of me is lost....searching for the reasons to smile again, searching for answers that i might never know, searching for reasons why the relationship went wrong, searching for what have i not done to save it, searching and keep searching for my happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will this end....when will this sadness end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long do i have to pretend that I'm happy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need answers....but do i have the strength to face the answers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I lacking?....could you help me to figure that out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me...help me...i'm loosing myself in this pool of tears and i cant seem to make it stop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost the one i loved before, and the cycle has happen again....i cant face another heartbreak like this...or is it destined in the books of Allah that i have to endure couple more of heartbreaks before i finally get my piece of happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will this end.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-5528282265606391082?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5528282265606391082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5528282265606391082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5528282265606391082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5528282265606391082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-ending.html' title='Where is the ending...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5189367942480061217</id><published>2009-06-20T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:20:10.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Those words that he said has been haunting me and without fail tears just finds it exit entrance and I loose control of myself...i cried and cried. Everytime when i think about the moments we spent together, i'll smiled and tears will follow suit. It hurts...it hurts me badly. Just like Renee's tune..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(70, 27, 26);  line-height: 16px; font-size:12px;"&gt;It seems that you've grown tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(70, 27, 26);  line-height: 16px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of the one you once desired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've not wanted none but you "...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i miss him? Yes i do....badly. Its true that there's no reason why we should be together when I'm the only one who still has high hopes and on the other hand he has lost the faith in the relationship.  It would be foolish of me to still continue my love for him..it would be like i'm lying to myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, the next couple of days would also be more challenging for me. For him? maybe not...i dont know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/11791366-5189367942480061217?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5189367942480061217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5189367942480061217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5189367942480061217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5189367942480061217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-it-stop.html' title='make it stop...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7233934901869263006</id><published>2009-06-19T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:17:29.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me now by Renee Olstead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(70, 27, 26); font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;How strange it feels to miss you &lt;br /&gt;Standing right before you &lt;br /&gt;Your good times seems so far and few &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun pretending &lt;br /&gt;Not to see an ending &lt;br /&gt;But its all come an end of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me now, hold me fast &lt;br /&gt;Pretend its not gonna be the last time &lt;br /&gt;That we love &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, I cant believe &lt;br /&gt;We're making our last memories &lt;br /&gt;It's not enough &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that you've grown tired &lt;br /&gt;Of the one you once desired &lt;br /&gt;But I've not wanted none but you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh do you think you could find a way &lt;br /&gt;To love me again some day &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else that I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me now, hold me fast &lt;br /&gt;Pretend its not gonna be the last time &lt;br /&gt;That we love &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, I cant believe &lt;br /&gt;We're making our last memories &lt;br /&gt;It's not enough &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it seems &lt;br /&gt;All that's left are dreams for alms to hold &lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on...But the love's already gone &lt;br /&gt;So hold me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so hold me now, hold me fast &lt;br /&gt;Pretend its not gonna be the last time &lt;br /&gt;That we love &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, I cant believe &lt;br /&gt;We're making our last memories &lt;br /&gt;It's...it's not enough &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like we'll love forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me now...hold me now &lt;br /&gt;Just hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7233934901869263006?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7233934901869263006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7233934901869263006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7233934901869263006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7233934901869263006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/hold-me-now-by-renee-olstead.html' title='Hold me now by Renee Olstead'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3635278756649453764</id><published>2009-06-17T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:52:56.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i have is myself...</title><content type='html'>Tonight...I have to delete the name sayang from my phonebook...&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to separate our phone bill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to keep the earrings that you gave me...for good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...my tears just cant stop flowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to stop texting you goodnight my dearest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to untag and delete our pictures together from facebook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to learn to stop dreaming bout you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...my head feels like its wanna explode at anytime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I cant stop missing you...but i have to stop it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I have to accept that there is no more US anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight...I'm blogging in tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3635278756649453764?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3635278756649453764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3635278756649453764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3635278756649453764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3635278756649453764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-have-is-myself.html' title='all i have is myself...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4698878368264663879</id><published>2009-06-16T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:54:30.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at a junction..</title><content type='html'>Aunt Irma is around and tummy pain is really kickin badly. I'm not complaining, but more like embracing and enduring it with the help of modern medicine, activfast! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinkin a lot lately bout my current deal of relationship.To stay or not? Worth to continue? Am I still being valued? What's the point of continuing if I'm not being taken seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard over the radio today, "people change in 2009". It hit me suddenly, I've changed...he's changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why...every time the urge to think bout breaking it up with him, I'll feel utterly lost and devastated (tears will followsuit)... i miss him so much. Does he even realise it? Am I the only one who feels it this way?...He's drifting himself far away from me, is that on purpose? Am i over analysing too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at a junction, stuck in the middle...which path will lead me to the right one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4698878368264663879?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4698878368264663879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4698878368264663879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4698878368264663879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4698878368264663879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-at-junction.html' title='I&apos;m at a junction..'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5251704767963994296</id><published>2009-06-12T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:59:47.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me...</title><content type='html'>Tell me....if the bonus for this year is good&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if you are still interested with me (sigh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....honestly if I gained weight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if the H1N1 flu will ever have a cure in this short time (I need to go to Bali!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....will i ever be married by a millionaire (billionaire is whom i'm aiming....hahahaha!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if my selfish boss aka Gimli will be on leave next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if you still love me and want me as your other half....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if I need to change job and migrate to other parts of the world to start new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if I have the skills to be a TV or radio entertainer....(too much dreaming here!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....if I should move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....to stop crying at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....that I'm not alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....that I'm worth to be loved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me....Tell me...Tell me....&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/11791366-5251704767963994296?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5251704767963994296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5251704767963994296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5251704767963994296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5251704767963994296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me.html' title='Tell me...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8149253101715338671</id><published>2009-06-05T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:21:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be The One - by The Tings Tings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;You say it's not what you do,&lt;br /&gt;It's what you're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Well I think its just an excuse,&lt;br /&gt;It's what you put across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Making all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you're thinking it through,&lt;br /&gt;You've let me down again&lt;br /&gt;Offer me something I know you really meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Making all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't wanna be the one, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Making all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't wanna be the one, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not my idea,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna offer now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8149253101715338671?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8149253101715338671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8149253101715338671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8149253101715338671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8149253101715338671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-one-by-tings-tings.html' title='Be The One - by The Tings Tings'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4774953938470815147</id><published>2009-06-05T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:36:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same ol'...same ol'.....</title><content type='html'>Quote for the day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but staying in love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: me need to get a new t-shirt for this Sunday outdoor activity....wanna go shopping with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4774953938470815147?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4774953938470815147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4774953938470815147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4774953938470815147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4774953938470815147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-olsame-ol.html' title='Same ol&apos;...same ol&apos;.....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-157269118934345515</id><published>2009-06-04T05:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:04:59.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torturing...</title><content type='html'>As I was walking back towards KLCC from work, I looked at the Maxis Tower clock and it shows 8.27pm. Again, i'll be home late and that would definitely put me in the bad books of mum. I tried leaving the office at sharp 5 today, but Gimli just wanted everything to be ready today before his meet with the CEO tomorrow. So, Ashri, Linda and myself were held hostage against our will to stay at the office until this late hour. Well, its work and I can't bitch much bout it...dont wanna sound too negative here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I crossed the road towards Convex, a young couple passed in front me. They must be in their 18-19's...The girl was hugging her guy and the guy kissed her cheeks...like every 2-3 minutes!!! I slowed down my pace and my mind was only thinking of those days me and Que used to do that. I wonder...if he thinks bout me too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked across the Convex eating area, another couple passed by. The girl looks like mixed (malay + chinese) and the guy looks like Italian (i'm guessing!!!). They were holding hands, giggling and the girl keep on giving him the "manja" look ...hmmmm...."so sweet" me said in my heart. I'm happy for them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reached KLCC, more young couples walked passed me. All i could think....when will i be able to do that again?...It is such a torture for me....&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/11791366-157269118934345515?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/157269118934345515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=157269118934345515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/157269118934345515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/157269118934345515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/06/torturing.html' title='Torturing...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-65796303467467907</id><published>2009-05-31T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:58:27.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proud of my sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLEqLwy2CI/AAAAAAAABfw/YwscIDKth-0/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLEqLwy2CI/AAAAAAAABfw/YwscIDKth-0/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342048337005828130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pics from my sister's recent convo during last Saturday.  We are proud of you sister. May you continue to excel in your studies and I know...you are eyeing for the best student award again for your degree programme. You go girl!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLEPBdqFRI/AAAAAAAABfo/VHmt6PPaRSc/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLEPBdqFRI/AAAAAAAABfo/VHmt6PPaRSc/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342047870384739602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLDs-9C0VI/AAAAAAAABfg/tgl4MFUH2ak/s1600-h/DSC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLDs-9C0VI/AAAAAAAABfg/tgl4MFUH2ak/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342047285595525458" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11791366-65796303467467907?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/65796303467467907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=65796303467467907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/65796303467467907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/65796303467467907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-of-my-sis.html' title='proud of my sis!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SiLEqLwy2CI/AAAAAAAABfw/YwscIDKth-0/s72-c/DSC_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6413973506457095347</id><published>2009-05-27T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:41:24.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>While trying very hard to squeeze the last drop of my facial wash before my shower, I was rambling to myself "Should have bought the facial wash tadi....asyik makan jer!!!". While scrubbing my face, the questions came again to my head and it starts to drill me with non-stop continuous painful yet disturbing questions...they are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You dont call me, you dont text me...i'm waiting here at the other end on any news bout you, Izzit so hard for you call me? +&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why dont i call him? +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wait,I'm always the one to call YOU up, why can't YOU call me this time&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you really serious bout this relationship? + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Why izzit soooooooo hard for you to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt; and text/call me?.....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You had the odesity to ask if there's anything wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you just had to ask me...of course ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, its 4.38am now, no good nite calls or even a good night text. Yeah...its the usual...you are tired...you are sleepy...you dozed off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/11791366-6413973506457095347?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6413973506457095347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6413973506457095347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6413973506457095347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6413973506457095347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1426545254929564518</id><published>2009-05-12T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:35:28.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions...and they keep coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Its hard to get what i want,  but i still want it,  how do i move on? + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Does he miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; +&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ferai-t-je ?&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am i complicated? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna see him, does he want to see me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know what I want, does he know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Am i forgiven? + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Does he think about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Am i disturbing him? + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Walk with me tomorrow, will you? +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; When will I watch movies again? + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Are you happy? + &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Will you please call me?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1426545254929564518?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1426545254929564518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1426545254929564518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1426545254929564518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1426545254929564518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/questionsand-they-keep-coming.html' title='questions...and they keep coming...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5962365122736006612</id><published>2009-05-11T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:10:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements by Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lately...this song has been at the back of my mind....again and again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;No need to think it over,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm wrong I'm right,&lt;br /&gt;Dont need to look no further,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust, I know&lt;br /&gt;This is love but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was not said to you,&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;If i end up with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd build myself up,&lt;br /&gt;And fly around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops,&lt;br /&gt;and my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;finally could this be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&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/11791366-5962365122736006612?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5962365122736006612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5962365122736006612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5962365122736006612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5962365122736006612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/chasing-pavements-by-adele.html' title='Chasing Pavements by Adele'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-5867598255758977056</id><published>2009-05-11T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:51:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning....</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, walking to office in the morning is no longer a dull moment for me. Usually, its the ipod that will always be accompanying me and the thoughts of "how am i going to go through my day today" will always be at the back of my mind while walking to work. Believe it or not, I normally observe the people around me and make my own analysis of 'em.  Enuff Bee...enuff...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps when you have someone to walk with to work. Its like, my level of energy to work increased dramatically because I have someone to walk with. We talked bout everything, from work matters to tv series to current politics to world issues to fashions to music and....the list goes on!!! Yeah...yeah...yeah...me the chatterbox....hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did we realised, by engaging in this kinda conversation....we reached office in a jiffy!!! Besides, loosing few pounds by walking (need this after our daily bfast), enjoying the fresh air, we keep each other entertained! ...kan..kan...kan....hehehee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my 2nd day of Aunt Irma....I'm home relaxing...thinking bout Q...thinking bout us... Tempted to call him, but he's probably tired from working, dont wanna disturb him...will probably call him later....&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/11791366-5867598255758977056?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/5867598255758977056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=5867598255758977056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5867598255758977056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/5867598255758977056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-morning.html' title='My morning....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8116779917480747167</id><published>2009-05-08T09:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:44:57.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; 1901...</title><content type='html'>I had to skip lunch yesterday as there were loads of paperwork needs to be carried out and having my pre aunt irma was not helping as well. Wanted to join my colleagues to pavilion for lunch, but the thought of walking....i'd rather sit here in the office. Damn...i was hungry and i cant eat my pills with an empty stomach kan...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this hour, i've had 2 semperits from Shahila's place, few raisins from Ashri's place, a cup of warm water....and I kept convincing myself that "you'll be fine Bee.....you'll be fine...we can eat after the meeting...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By 2.30pm-ish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeng...jeng...jeng... Here comes my hero for today with 2 packs of warm 1901 hot dog in his hand and he said..."Pick one....". I felt ashamed....but thank you "F" for the lunch! I owe you big time!!!! With that meal, I was able to defend my points during the meeting and managed to not being cranky (i tend to be cranky a bit, splitting headache and tummy pain if i dont eat regularly).... Thank you Khairus for the light coke as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this blog by saying...thank you again for the lunch "F"...and hey....I owe you much eh?&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/11791366-8116779917480747167?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8116779917480747167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8116779917480747167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8116779917480747167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8116779917480747167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-1901.html' title='Me &amp; 1901...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7309725285891787333</id><published>2009-05-07T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:37:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bearing...that's what i need....</title><content type='html'>As I was trying to finish my previous book "The Luxe" by Anna Godbersen, my eyes stopped at this line "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry knew exactly what he wanted, it was just that he had no earthly idea how to get it&lt;/span&gt;". Its almost the book was reflecting at my current personal life, "Bee knows what she wants, she just does not know how on earth to get it or even if she could get it". Sucks....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a person who knows what she wants, plans for it, execute the plan, and make sure she gets it. As for right now.....my road is blocked by this fog and I need someone to rescue me from this predicament of mine. I feel like I'm lost....sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azie once told me that I think and plan too much and I should take a break from being "thinking way forward too much"...this was her advice when we were 17. I still remember that line dear....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that's me...in terms of Service Level point of view, we need working characteristics to measure the outcome, to me it is  equivalent to my personal traits. Without my traits..those personal traits...I am not me...therefore I shall never function right without my personal characteristics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people just dont get my drift, they think i'm too complicated, that i complained too much and i'm a very detailed person (i may be a far-sighted person...but i have sharp eyes!)....Am i that bad?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its almost 2.35pm and my pre aunt irma pains are really...really kicking in...i just wanna be cuddled up, in bed and have my hot chocolate...if only i could!.....&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7309725285891787333?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7309725285891787333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7309725285891787333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7309725285891787333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7309725285891787333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-bearingthats-what-i-need.html' title='New bearing...that&apos;s what i need....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8798374652928505007</id><published>2009-05-04T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:49:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed mood = crappy day</title><content type='html'>Listening to this crappy Korean song was not really my cup of tea, but was more like listening to it under duress. The task of gathering any Korean tunes for last week event was really not something that I look forward to...until i came across to this James Ingram tune "No need to say goodbye"..kept me energetic to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the reception for my cousin who recently tied the knot. Her husband is a Korean (which my aunties keep referring him to Winter Sonata, and I swear that is the only Korean drama that they know) and they are both currently residing at Central London. How shall I summarise the event that took place last Friay night? Personally, I felt it was a waste organizing it when the newly wedded couple does not put an effort to show that they appreciate it. Bummer...big time bummer!!! They came late, did not apologize, was cocky, no attempt to mingle around with the cousins, arrogant, and the list could go on here.... and sadly, we organized it for this cocky couple! At least, the hubby did tried to mingle around....but was stopped by his wife (sadly she's my cousin!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you get by residing too long in other parts of the world? Shhhheeeeshhh!!!! I've come across with people who have stayed longer than my cousin, still they are humble and rich with good manners. Wait a minute...i've stayed overseas as well...do i reflect as someone who is cocky and has this "You are not worth it to talk to" kinda attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff bitching bout them....this "Aunt Irma" better come quickly....tummy hurts...my chest pain is back...driving last night causes eye pain....arrrgh....i need some sleep...some good sleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8798374652928505007?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8798374652928505007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8798374652928505007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8798374652928505007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8798374652928505007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/05/mixed-mood-crappy-day.html' title='mixed mood = crappy day'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6211957380479890516</id><published>2009-04-24T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:09:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the moon!</title><content type='html'>yadaaaa...yadaa....yadaaa.....i've been writing crap lately, YES i admit that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hell to that feeling, this "bay -BEE" is back and she's slamming hard on her keypads here writing whatever that comes across her mind. This whole week was really and adventure that she'll never forget (trust me....its hard to forget things that happened in your life when it rarely happens!!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience No. 1: The "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" incident!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working part time as an usher at the DFP, definitely has its perks! One of them, is making new friends, be it with the ushers, musicians and of course guests!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, just so happen that this guy (its usually a guy...huh!) regularly watch the concerts and just so happen, during one of those day...i gathered all my courage and said "I've seen you quite a few time here, you must be enjoying very much that you keep coming back!". Ever since that, without fail, everytime he comes to the hall, he'll definitely say Hi to &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;....without fail!!!&lt;br /&gt;Until......&lt;br /&gt;Until......&lt;br /&gt;Until......(you must be scrolling faster here ...kan....kan...kan??? hehehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;Until.....&lt;br /&gt;One night, after a concert, he approached me and the following were the excerpts of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Bee, How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bee: Doing good, and how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Fine as well...however, tonight is my last night in Kuala Lumpur...&lt;br /&gt;Bee: Ouuuuucchhh...why? ( Of all the words i could say....i said this!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Well, my contract here has expired, and I need to report back to the States. My flight is tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;Bee: OOOooo...really. Well, I hope KL has treat you good and DFP surely will miss you! Hey...by the way....do you have facebook? (Again....i cant believe...i cocked up such questions!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Indeed i do....anyway, here is my business card. I will not be online for couple of days first, but surely will be online once i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Bee: Well Peter, its nice to know you and i do hope we could still keep in touch. Have a safe trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......that was it!!! hahahaa.....and that night and the following night....he text me again!!! hehehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, if you are reading this.....nothing happen ok between us. I could show you the text message tomorrow....hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience No.2: Another Peter? Oh nooooooo.....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I had to attend this meeting with a lawyer from an established law firm based in australia together with my team and the Heaad of Finance. He introduced himself "Hello, morning, I'm Peter ..." Khairus, Linda and Ros giggled and looked at me....waiting for my reaction....and of course...I smiled!!! hahahaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Another Peter...aiyoooooooooooo...."Peter....O....Peter.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience No.3: Addiction to Stilts!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself....the next if i'm on shoe shopping, if there's no size, just walk-away! The longer i linger in the shop, the more tempted I am to get other shoes that was not in the original plan...but....ohhhhhh..those shoes......they are screaming for me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss....i bought another stilts and will upload those pics in a couple of days...i SERIOUSLY cant let go this addiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experience No4: Notebook went K.A.P.U.T!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell....damn...exactly! It sucks when I'm being disconnected from the Internet ..... i feel sooooooooooooooooooooooo lost!!! (Too much kan??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....have to stop here now...since my youngest sister is giving me the stare...she wants her laptop back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6211957380479890516?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6211957380479890516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6211957380479890516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6211957380479890516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6211957380479890516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-moon.html' title='Over the moon!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1758668483140553742</id><published>2009-04-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:29:07.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>I've lost my inspiration to write for the past few months actually. Untill when? I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask if I have another blog to express myself without being identified? Maybe I have...or I might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to write crap here...before I prolong my nonsense writing, I might as well stop and continue reading my book while listening to "Tears for Fears" that was given by a colleague of mine...Thanks "F" for hooking me up with the song. Its your ringtone from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1758668483140553742?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1758668483140553742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1758668483140553742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1758668483140553742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1758668483140553742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-543374334705346857</id><published>2009-04-09T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:42:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>I was asked by a close friend of mine, "Are you happy?" and my answer does not seem to be that convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, was it that obvious? I never expected to be analyzed or assessed by a close friend of mine. True it is, only myself and I could actually verify the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just for show? Am I just an accessory? Am I just filling up the quota? Am I just...i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....i'm leaving the office now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-543374334705346857?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/543374334705346857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=543374334705346857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/543374334705346857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/543374334705346857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4256870503290051517</id><published>2009-04-09T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:30:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the past few weeks...</title><content type='html'>I'm actually supposed to complete my performance review papers, but instead I've watched 3 episodes of CSI, played Mafia Wars on facebook, chatting and blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I'm supposed to be focusing on my work, but i guess i need to drop by my blog first before i could proceed....hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to keep it short yet informative, I've summarised my activities as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum went for Umrah...(f.r.e.e.d.o.m for 1 week and a half!)&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to Sunburst...KORN and NERD was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to F1 for the first time but it rained, nevertheless I did enjoyed the Jamiroquai concert. The only regret, I wish I had arrived at the circuit earlier, bought the tickets but did not manage to see the race, agak rasa terkilan....Lucky for the concert, or else I would have felt my money went to waste...So, I vow to myself, that next year, i'll go to the FI...early!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. I promise to myself to not make stupid jokes in the future....i've learned my lesson...yes!I wish I had just keep quiet that nite and let it pass...&lt;br /&gt;5. A cousin of mine getting married soon...like very the soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated most of the pictures at my FB....till then, i need to continue with my review papers...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tetiba teringin nak makan putu piring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4256870503290051517?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4256870503290051517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4256870503290051517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4256870503290051517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4256870503290051517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-past-few-weeks.html' title='For the past few weeks...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-694285128401208896</id><published>2009-03-08T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:14:38.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku cuba...</title><content type='html'>Semalam, cuaca di Ampang sejuk dan dingin, semuanya disebabkan oleh hujan yang tidak henti-henti dari petang. Selalunya kalau cuaca macam ni, seronok melayan tidur..hehehe. Sepanjang perjalan pergi dan balik dari rumah sayang pun ditemani dengan hujan rintik-rintik. Nasib baik sayang ader masa nak jumpa ngan cik Bee, kalau tidak....rasanya cik Bee sorang nih dah melepak dekat muzium ataupun ikea bersendirian. Agak-agaknya...manalah Sayang nak bawak cik Bee pergi jalan-jalan....(ni perasaan sebelum jumpa lagi....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok kalau dapat pergi jalan-jalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersambung sebentar lagi......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-694285128401208896?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/694285128401208896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=694285128401208896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/694285128401208896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/694285128401208896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/ku-cuba.html' title='Ku cuba...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9122716370008121352</id><published>2009-03-07T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:41:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the rain outside, its nice...</title><content type='html'>1. To be in the arms of your loved ones especially with a weather like this (Its raining here) outside here...&lt;br /&gt;2. To be in bed and listening to lovely romantic soppy song....&lt;br /&gt;3. To be by the beach and hanging out at the balcony with your loved ones or surrounded by your best friends&lt;br /&gt;4. To sip hot chocolate and think of nothing but just to look at the rain outside...&lt;br /&gt;5. To stay in house and not get caught in heavy traffic or flash floods...&lt;br /&gt;6. To eat warm chocolate chip cookies and watch comedy flicks. Better still, if you are watching is with your loved ones as well..&lt;br /&gt;7. To have your best friends around and start gossiping about the world...&lt;br /&gt;8. To sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;9. To be on the phone with your loved ones (by this time you should realize that I miss "him" a lot) and just talk until you fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;10. To foolishly roll around on the bed like the hindustani actress in the movie accompanied by catchy romantic tunes ( i suggest Micheal Bolton tunes....hehehehe!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9122716370008121352?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9122716370008121352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9122716370008121352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9122716370008121352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9122716370008121352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-rain-outside-its-nice.html' title='With the rain outside, its nice...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-8187724998335293116</id><published>2009-03-06T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:33:42.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless...</title><content type='html'>For a friend of mine, she finally place her last effort to save herself from the relationship with her boyfriend. 10 years in a relationship and finally she's taking the plunge to call it quits. I asked her to not make hasty decisions and consider all the consequences....yet she's adamant to call it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is what will make her happy, then she has to do it and I want you to know girl, that I'll always be there to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old quote: &lt;em&gt;"You never quite realize how much you love and need her until the very moment you realize she's slipping away".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope its not too late for both of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-8187724998335293116?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/8187724998335293116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=8187724998335293116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8187724998335293116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/8187724998335293116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/speechless.html' title='Speechless...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-592697563172056592</id><published>2009-03-04T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:51:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Irma's coming soon...</title><content type='html'>I had sleepless night last night, thanks to pre-Aunt Irma syndrome! The worst part is, my stock of pain killer was out and I was really in pain....oouuchhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sayang's strict order, I managed to gather all the strength in me to walk to the kitchen and actually grab myself a cup of warm water...later on, i managed to get some sleep but right after talking to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Irma...she's back and this time its more painful!!! adoooiiii......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-592697563172056592?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/592697563172056592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=592697563172056592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/592697563172056592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/592697563172056592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/aunt-irmas-coming-soon.html' title='Aunt Irma&apos;s coming soon...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-287989949930128419</id><published>2009-03-03T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:42:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest purchase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax8uRLJBXI/AAAAAAAABeo/GuAHad1yl4A/s1600-h/02-03-09_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755195088930162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax8uRLJBXI/AAAAAAAABeo/GuAHad1yl4A/s320/02-03-09_0730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax81fF1L8I/AAAAAAAABew/Ifoy7JvzuNU/s1600-h/02-03-09_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755319083839426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax81fF1L8I/AAAAAAAABew/Ifoy7JvzuNU/s320/02-03-09_0733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax81fF1L8I/AAAAAAAABew/Ifoy7JvzuNU/s1600-h/02-03-09_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My latest kicks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving it!&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/11791366-287989949930128419?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/287989949930128419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=287989949930128419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/287989949930128419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/287989949930128419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-latest-purchase.html' title='My latest purchase!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/Sax8uRLJBXI/AAAAAAAABeo/GuAHad1yl4A/s72-c/02-03-09_0730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6486817716465357372</id><published>2009-03-03T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:35:10.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here...</title><content type='html'>Usually I would accompany that tune in a club or while driving my car. However, it was a different situation for yesterday. The 2 chillers at my office went "kaput" and we were all cooped up in a building with no air cond and proper ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By afternoon, everyone left early for lunch, we cold see quite a number of employees were sitting at the lobby and their faces were sulking! ooooo....i dont even wanna say hi to them...hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to Subway at UOA with Khairus for lunch. On my mind was only "air-cond and chicken teriyaki sandwich" pelase. By the time we reached there, lucky enuff we got ourselves a seat in the shop, that means.....air cond!!! By this time, i had a clear mind on which sandwich to order....it was the Sub of the day which is Italian BLT. Superb awesome! Nyum...nyum...nyum...&lt;br /&gt;We stayed until 1.40pm at Subway then only we decided to walk back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes were dashed away when we found out that the air cond was still not functioning! Arrrghhhh!!! Everybody was getting restless and by this time around, everybody was loosing their focus on their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enuff, around 4pm...the air cond resume to be in function again. Finally!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that the building management has learned its lesson and to be super proactive when this air cond malfunction happen again....then again....i dont want it to happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh....new building, but 2 chillers went kaput already....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6486817716465357372?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6486817716465357372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6486817716465357372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6486817716465357372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6486817716465357372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-9074175953952393359</id><published>2009-03-01T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:40:52.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A step closer...</title><content type='html'>Based on my previous post, i mentioned that I need to accomplish several mission for this month. And so far so good, i'm proud with myself as I have managed to accomplish half of mission No.1. I've got my heels from Guess and right now I need 1 wedges and 1 half boot cut shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I'm addicted to shoes!!!! hehehehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...another section of Pavilion to be explored...hehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-9074175953952393359?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/9074175953952393359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=9074175953952393359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9074175953952393359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/9074175953952393359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-closer.html' title='A step closer...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6130825746300056938</id><published>2009-03-01T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:48:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mission....</title><content type='html'>I have a mission and hopefully I could fulfill them by end of this month...hehehehe. Here goes on my mission list for this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At least a couple of new shoes (heels &amp;amp; wedges!)&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 Handbags (1 for work and 1 for leisure)&lt;br /&gt;3. Trip to the movies a lot!....I miss the cinema!&lt;br /&gt;4. A visit to the National Museum&lt;br /&gt;5. Attend the Hot Air Balloon Festival&lt;br /&gt;6. Frequent visit more to the gym&lt;br /&gt;7. Chill with a Cup of coffee from Starbucks at Genting (ni gedik skit)&lt;br /&gt;8. Trip to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enuff for now....hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6130825746300056938?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6130825746300056938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6130825746300056938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6130825746300056938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6130825746300056938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mission.html' title='My mission....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-343460407143548396</id><published>2009-03-01T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:33:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to accept...</title><content type='html'>Recently a friend was sobbing on the phone and asked my advice on relationship matters. Relationship advice from Me? Suddenly I felt like a Love Guru and I could whip any sunshine rainbow kinda answer to cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I told her "&lt;em&gt;Its relationship dear, nobody can expect the downturn&lt;/em&gt;". She went silent for a moment and continued crying but still adamant by asking "&lt;em&gt;I've done everything to keep the relationship work but instead, I'm not being appreciated. What went wrong KayBee?"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, most of you would reply "&lt;em&gt;Awwww...sabar dear, its a testing phase. maybe its just your negative feeling speaking&lt;/em&gt;", right? I took a deep breath and caught her full attention by saying "&lt;em&gt;If that's the case darling, then stop taking care of him too much. Its unfair to yourself, its tormenting your own happiness and from now on, let him do most of the "taking care" part in this relationship&lt;/em&gt;". The existence of your other half should add more happiness in your current life, and not bringing it further down. Dontcha agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she went silent for a moment and I thought I was being very cruel by telling her that. But to my surprise, she stopped crying and replied "&lt;em&gt;That would be suicidal to the relationship and I'm afraid I will loose him. I dont think I could stop caring for him. How-lah Kaybee?&lt;/em&gt;". I replied "&lt;em&gt;Perhaps you are the only one who's feeling afraid of loosing him, maybe he's not worried at all. If he truly wants you and the relationship to work, he should do his part as well. Darling, relationship requires effort from both side&lt;/em&gt;". She asked me if I've ever experienced this, and my reply was "&lt;em&gt;Dear, all relationship has a drama and I'm not being excused from any bumpy road!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that came out out from my mouth was a quote from one of the Grey's Anatomy series "&lt;em&gt;Learn not to care too much as it will help to keep you away from being caught up in too much complicated emotion&lt;/em&gt;". To my suprise, she understood the statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, i told her. Recapture back all the moments that you've spent together, things that you guys have done together as a couple...that should be a quick remedy to feel happy again about your relationship.  I could tell that she's smiling from the other end and she realised that it will be a painful process to heal. This couple has done "couple things" together way back from varsity and i'm very surprised that she has kept this to herself for such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to talk about all this heart issues to her man and see where it goes from there. If you care too much, the pain is unbearable...so take it step by step. Seriously i told her that she has to accept all the traits of her man that she's with now. After all, we have always been fed with "Accept him/her the way they are, is the essential part in a relationship". If my friend could consult a beautician for make up tips to impress her man, why is it so hard for her man to do something to impress her?...Its all about effort &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;... Dont get me wrong, its just....I've never come across into any relationship that a guy will impress the lady more, but its always bout the lady who works hard for the relationship. I'm sure there's a guy out there who will go extra mile for his lady...if that guy is reading this post, I have to salute to you for making the relationship wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship status? Well...its all about learning and accepting for me. Then again, tonight is not about me... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I need a holiday treat for myself next month and I've decided to surprise myself on the location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-343460407143548396?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/343460407143548396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=343460407143548396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/343460407143548396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/343460407143548396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/03/learn-to-accept.html' title='Learn to accept...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4956745493676751267</id><published>2009-02-13T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:06:13.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passionately in love with...</title><content type='html'>As I parked my car at KLCC, I had to quickly dab on some facial foundation cream, compact powder and flick some mascara power to my enormously small eyes. I have 5 more minutes to reach office by 8.30. Locked the car, hooked up my ipod, and start speed walking like there's nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people walking towards KLCC with breakfast packages and that's when i heard my tummy's growling. Lucky me, mum packed me some scones for me for breakfast. Some of them were walking the same pace like me, but I envy most at those who were walking slower than a turtle, just because they do not have to be in the office or at other place on time. Why is it so different today than the others? Because, today, of all the days that I have started walking, I see a lot of "couples in love" walking together. The first couple was an elderly one, I think they are married with kids.They were holding hands and they were not even ashamed of showing public intimacy! They looked happy, this triggers me to smile at them and the responded well to my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple was a really young one and I think they are still in school. The couple shared their ipod and were giggling like they there was no one around them. They looked happy, therefore i'm happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple was in their mid-30's, and they brought along their younger kid.  The kid was trying to explain some magical wonders that he experienced and the parents were laughing and that made the kid more engrossed in his story telling. I cant believe i was smiling by myself by looking at this couple. Ohh...and the kid was holding a Ben-10 balloon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was an indian couple who was having their early bfast at KLCC Aquaria. I guessed they guy must have really charmed the girl as she was non stop laughing and twirling with her hair! They must have felt like they were in a Hindhi movie...hehehe. They were really sweet...and yess i smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I think the choice of music that was playing on my ipod did played its role. It was Sugababes "Too Lost In You". This song really kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple that I saw was nearby my office as I was crossing the road towards Impiana Hotel. The husband ( i assumed they were married), opened the car door for the wifey, he kissed on her forehead and gave her a hug. Awww.....that was really sweet of the guy! The husband even accompanied her to cross the road. Gossshh....i just had to smile to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i reached office, I felt overwhelmed by what I've seen and I felt a sense of happiness inside me. Until, a colleague had to pat me and asked "Ni apersal sengih-sengih sorang nih? Siap baju kebaya lagi hari ni? Ada dating ke?". I just answered, " lagu kat ipod ni best. Dating? mana der lahhh..." and i quickly pressed level 16. By this time, it was 8.35am already, and I'll be the first one to sign in late today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson of the day, "take time to observe the surroundings and i'll never know that little of these encounters, could inspire me to go through the day without any stress!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...anybody wanna walk with me next Monday to work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4956745493676751267?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4956745493676751267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4956745493676751267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4956745493676751267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4956745493676751267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/02/passionately-in-love-with.html' title='Passionately in love with...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-103359561911918665</id><published>2009-01-16T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:45:36.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it....</title><content type='html'>One of my wish list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my hair last night. It was definitely a decision out of impulse. What color? Its auburn...&lt;br /&gt;It needs few more washing and the real color will really....really...really....appear. Who did it?&lt;br /&gt;I did it by myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, no one has recognised it. Maybe by March this year, i'll do some highlights. Next month, I'm going to trim my hair (mum's been on my neck bout this!). Melisa, my best gal had some fringes and she looks awesome! Mel, if you are reading this, your new haircut makes you  look 10 years younger than your current age now....that's a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next on my list?  I need to get a new bedroom slippers and new decorations for my room. Perhaps, a trip to Ikea this weekend with mum will fulfill my wish list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll update you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mel, send my Happy birthday wishes to your lovely mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-103359561911918665?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/103359561911918665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=103359561911918665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/103359561911918665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/103359561911918665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-6724789640732165109</id><published>2009-01-14T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:15:16.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding more</title><content type='html'>I just remembered, I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New bedroom slipper (the fluffier....the better)..&lt;br /&gt;2. New handbag (I need a larger one, since i have to bring my mini umbrella to work)&lt;br /&gt;3. More reading materials on management (can u believe this one???...hehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;4. Travel more this year with my sayang and friends...&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna do belly piercing or pierce my ear again....hehhe&lt;br /&gt;6. To color my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue more in my next posts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-6724789640732165109?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/6724789640732165109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=6724789640732165109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6724789640732165109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/6724789640732165109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/01/adding-more.html' title='Adding more'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4949309601980262063</id><published>2009-01-12T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:01:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, seriously my last post was on Dec 20 and I've loads of stuff to upload actually. Let me see if I can remember the events historically....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my Christmas night with my sayang and his friends for dinner all the way in Sepang. It was totally unexpected (I was actually craving for the Burger Sedap at BB Salak Tinggi there); dinner with Sayang, Bob and Apek. I just realised that Bob and Apek were from Ipoh and Bob shared the same food interest in Ipoh as me. Finally, I can convince myself that I'm not the only one who craves for "Mee Taiping" @ Ipoh Stadium and the Best Cendol is at Gunung Rapat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Promoted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh.....yes....."Syukur Alhamdulillah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one of those who received the special letter with "ehem...ehem...". I wish i can elaborate more, but overall I'm happy with the new post! This new year will require me to be more extra workaholic! If last year working hours for me was 16....perhaps this year i'll just work 15 1/2 hours....hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year's Celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SWs-kl8WVuI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DG0AD2MLFa4/s1600-h/Image(063).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290390985658226402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SWs-kl8WVuI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DG0AD2MLFa4/s320/Image(063).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the highlight of my independence! Seriously, for the past 27 years, I've never given the greenlight to celebrate new year with friends (even girlfriends). However, mum gave me the blessings and I went out with Sayang and his friends. It was awesome and definitely a night to remember! Perhaps next year, I wish I could have proper dinner first with close friends before we hit the clubs...hehehee... I did reached home in 15 minutes from my destination and i think, my sayang is still furious at me for driving that fast...(&lt;em&gt;Pics are at my facebook!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ina's (Aunz gf) birthday celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh....we had our usual dinner at "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kedai Uncle"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sadly, I had drank orange juice earlier and it upsetted my tummy. I only had onion rings and some small portion of fried chicken wings. We bought this lovely purple earrings from Khazanah for Ina and I knew she would love it (coz i love it tooooo....heheheh). After that, we hit Centro and enjoyed on the privilleges for ladies night. Awesome night again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Khairus back in the office&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippie.....she's back from maternity leave and no longer I'm all alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My new year resolution?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmmm.....that's a tough one. I'll just make sure I'll make achievements along the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new year "things" that I'm getting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Flowerbomb perfume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lavender scent lotion &amp;amp; perfume (can anyone recommend me please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. More perfumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sexy black boot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A really nice ladylike watch (I have my eyes on this Guess set...need to save more money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A new phone!!!! (Seriously and badly!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My strawberry body spray from Body shop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A new wallet (i need a huge wallet!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. More sexy black heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Baby phat jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. A rare to get original "CD of Tupac" that has the song "Live and Die in LA".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Color my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. A new camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the list goes on.....I'll keep adding my list by the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, till then...I need to continue with my work....bummer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4949309601980262063?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4949309601980262063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4949309601980262063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4949309601980262063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4949309601980262063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-09.html' title='Welcoming 09'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/SWs-kl8WVuI/AAAAAAAABeQ/DG0AD2MLFa4/s72-c/Image(063).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-2587760405290262947</id><published>2008-12-20T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:31:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding my tears back....</title><content type='html'>For some reasons, i just felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much on certain "stuff" can really cause my brains to be affected emotionally...&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm keeping myself buzy doing some ironing and cleaning up the house.&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick remedy, but the mixed feelings came back again...&lt;br /&gt;Partially, I blame my "Aunt Irma" (for those who watched IT Crowd, you'll understand) as well for this minor emotional breakdown...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-2587760405290262947?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/2587760405290262947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=2587760405290262947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2587760405290262947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/2587760405290262947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/12/holding-my-tears-back.html' title='holding my tears back....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-576406423128698047</id><published>2008-12-05T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:24:50.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye is never an easy thing....(its from a song..can u guess?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been with me since the first day i started working at the Twin Towers. I've taken care of it like my personal collection of make up (which is relatively valuable for me!). It goes with me wherever I go....I'll make sure its always kept safely and away from the scorching heat and the rain. I never leave the house during weekdays without it. It has been a part of my life for 4 and half years....how can i let go? (sigh) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were couple of times when I accidentally left it at home, instantly I turned back wherever I am and get it back. How I wish I could still keep it with me. It has brought me to many places espicially the numerous and countless times of visiting the Twin Towers bridge with no loiterring tourist to bug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of the dramatic.....goodbye to my.....Twin Tower Work Pass! I managed to take a few last moment with the card....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeEOhuJI/AAAAAAAABdw/BTN9F5NzXCM/s1600-h/IMG_5972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276110416506894482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeEOhuJI/AAAAAAAABdw/BTN9F5NzXCM/s320/IMG_5972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeHoaGfI/AAAAAAAABd4/UPZxItYhDHU/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276110417420753394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeHoaGfI/AAAAAAAABd4/UPZxItYhDHU/s320/IMG_5973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCekJKJ0I/AAAAAAAABeA/kxTwdgTvogw/s1600-h/IMG_5974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276110425074313026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCekJKJ0I/AAAAAAAABeA/kxTwdgTvogw/s320/IMG_5974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeHoaGfI/AAAAAAAABd4/UPZxItYhDHU/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeHoaGfI/AAAAAAAABd4/UPZxItYhDHU/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-576406423128698047?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/576406423128698047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=576406423128698047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/576406423128698047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/576406423128698047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/12/saying-goodbye-is-never-easy-thingits.html' title='Saying goodbye is never an easy thing....(its from a song..can u guess?)'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMuj7fZaqo8/STiCeEOhuJI/AAAAAAAABdw/BTN9F5NzXCM/s72-c/IMG_5972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-4232343307264869272</id><published>2008-12-03T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:25:43.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its almost end of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh....time flies really quickly nowadays. Its already 12 o'clock and I thought it was still 10-ish. With piles of work and reports to be prepared, I guess i'm gonna be at the office until late hours again. Its already almost end of the year 2007, and I still have 4 days of leave to be utilized (I've already carried forward 7 days for next year).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holiday plans? My family planned to have the holidays at Nexus Karambunai by end of the year...but my sisters university holidays seems to be a little bit haywired. With the youngest is currently doing her 2 weeks stint of geology site visit at various regions and my younger sister is expecting to start her degree by the 3rd week December, and my colleagues are already on maternity leave; I'm here...screaming for holidays! I guess, it will just be another last minute holiday and that will probably be after Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas &amp;amp; New Year's Party? I have been invited to few and I've yet to reply them. I'm really wishing hard for mum to gimme the blessings to celebrate New Year's party with friends this year around. Ever since I moved in with them, its kinda hard for me to get the greenlight from them for me to party around. I wish i have a place of my own.... I'm coming up with a new menu for sinfully delicious dessert, its called Rush Chocolate Strawbery Shot...still searching for the right blend of chocolate.....speaking of chocs, Its been awhile I have not indulge myself with it, trying to trim my tummy and so far so good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goshhhh....me turning 28 next year and I'm gonna hit the big 3 "O" in 2 years...that is scarry!!!! I need a manual....quick...."&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to deal the big 3"O"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "...hehehee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lots of love...Bee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: me blogging from the new building, hopefully this post will not carry the foul smell from the building...hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-4232343307264869272?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/4232343307264869272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=4232343307264869272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4232343307264869272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/4232343307264869272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-end-of-year.html' title='Its almost end of the year!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-3679296375166938389</id><published>2008-12-02T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:25:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.....</title><content type='html'>Went back home last night around 11pm-ish, and I was soooooo tired I actually dozed off quite a few times while driving. All i could think was to hit the shower, change into my comfortable sleeping clothes and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only went i reached home, I realized that I left my laptop bag at sayang's place. I vividly remember reminding him of his house key car keys, yet I had forgotten to remind him bout my laptop bag. The worst was, I only noticed that my laptop bag was not in the car once I reach home....what a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sayang decided to drop by this morning and we took the opportunity to grab a bite at Lotus. Our quick breakfast turns out to be the most expensive breakfast ever for us. Why? WHY? whY? We received "surat cinta" or...we got parking ticket from the beloved DBKL peeps! Stress giler! We decided to settle asap, because we knew that the sooner you pay, the more discounts you can appeal. Plus, its kinda hard for us to schedule our time. Since we are already in town...might as well just finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to DBKL and the parking was horrible! Had to circle the block twice before we could even get a parking. Finally, with our charms and persuasion, we managed to get 50% off the original price. Its better than we pay the full amount....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went back to office and I was already swamped with emails and emails and more reports to be prepared. I'm not complaining....just needed to catch my breath for couple of minutes. Work carried on until 8.30pm and then, I decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a tiring day for me....however, to spend a couple of hours with sayang this morning was really worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-3679296375166938389?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/3679296375166938389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=3679296375166938389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3679296375166938389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/3679296375166938389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a day.....'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7773739322612645786</id><published>2008-12-01T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:44:34.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taman Melati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Corner'/><title type='text'>Bad dining experience...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we went to this outlet name "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory Corner"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; located at Taman Melati...and I must say its the worst memory ever! No doubt the decoration is wonderfully designed with inspiration from the Lat cartoons drawings and "kampung-style" themed, yet the service sucks! The outlet tries to apply the same modus operandi like Oldtown Kopitiam, however it fails to deliver even an average good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were greeted with sour faces employees&lt;br /&gt;2. We were ridiculed because we came in a large group (there were 5 of us), and the employees were making faces at us because they had to rearrange the heavy tables. WHY on earth would you buy heavy furniture if u need mobility?&lt;br /&gt;3. Most of the ordered food were no longer in the menu&lt;br /&gt;4. We had to wait for the food...soooooooooooo long...&lt;br /&gt;5. Even the drinks came late.........&lt;br /&gt;6. Waiter and waitress were rude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.... Seriously, if you want to experience a bad dining experience, you can drop by here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first and the last fo me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7773739322612645786?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7773739322612645786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7773739322612645786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7773739322612645786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7773739322612645786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-dining-experience.html' title='Bad dining experience...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-7691615503139173910</id><published>2008-11-17T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:47:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out...saying goodbye is hard...</title><content type='html'>In a couple of days, I'll be leaving Menara Petronas, specifically Level 59 Tower 1. I've been here for 4 years and 3 months and its time to say goodbye to my office space here. Though I do move around, but it has always been on the same floor and liaising with different bosses. Turnover occupancy is very high; many of my colleagues joined this ship and left much earlier than me. But, they left the company for good! Meanwhile, Miss Bee here will only change work environment but still serving the same company....hehehe....You must have thought that I would be changing jobs huh....hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the new office today and I'm actually looking forward to move in. I know there are stories about the odour and there are those who exaggerate bout the foul smell. Well, from Miss Bee's obersevation (more like &lt;em&gt;sniff-sniff&lt;/em&gt; observation), its not as bad compared to the stories that she heard. According to the Project team, they've sort it out with the building management and the landlord. Hopefully, in the next couple of months, the smell will just fade away...(i'm being really positive here). How wonderful if the whole building could smell like my strawberry hydrating spray...ahhh....wonderful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already planned to installed a small desk lamp, a peach ambi pur room fragrance and a cheerie looking fish....ohhh...not forgetting a small shoe storage! I need to get some wedges and a flip flops that I saw with sayang some few months ago. I'm going to walk ..... can u believe that....walk from KLCC parking towards the new building requires me to walk with flat shoes, therefore I need to be in style (hahahaha....!). At least, wedges will keep me in style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only setback is, if it rains heavilly....I dont think so I'll storm the rain, unless if required to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the major relocation will commence this Friday and I've been appointed to ensure the migration will carry on well. I'll post some pics on the new office by next week...(with the new fish as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Miss Bee needs to get ready for the big concert of Khadijah Ibrahim tonight at DFP. I hope I'll get the chance to rub shoulders with the celebs or even squeeze my face to any available flashing camera....hahahahah!!!...camwhore I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.....my new office is jut behind the Impiana Hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-7691615503139173910?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/7691615503139173910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=7691615503139173910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7691615503139173910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/7691615503139173910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-outsaying-goodbye-is-hard.html' title='Moving out...saying goodbye is hard...'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-568738827267505495</id><published>2008-11-13T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:55:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting character</title><content type='html'>People say, those who have pets has a strong good personality and character wise. I have to agree with that statement because of all the observation and the people that I've come across to know, there's a huge difference with one who has pets and the ones who does not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, there's an article in the Star newspaper that i quote "to know if a person has the same positive traits like you, ask them if they have a pet". Having a pet is like a remedy to de-stress yourself and clue of personality type; and I have to agree with that again. I used to have a fish at my office desk, it was a blue colored fighting fish and after a year, it went to a better place. I'm aiming to have a fish again at my new office. I've a list of name for my fishes....and still i can't decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about character, there's a person that i know (a lady), who studied overseas, but did not travel or explore all the places when she was there. She's married and has a baby, yet, she's scared to put her baby in cradle because she thinks her baby might fell to the floor, she's scared of cats because she said cats can kill her and the baby, she does not says thank you or utter a word of appreciation, she thinks her baby will eat the toys that we bought for her baby, all in all......she's just over protective and a bit too extreme in handling her baby. Hey, I'm no expert in baby nursing but just look at my sisters and myself, we were raised by our mum and we are still breathing and alive. I guess, she should have take the hint from mum that by being over protective, you might as well stay home and dont do anything at all.  Oh yes....she hates animal (hint...hint...personality hint)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have offended you intentionally and unintentionally....from the bottom of my heart...I'm sorry..'ll treat you lunch as a favor? hehehee....You can never say no to food kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps....me going to iron my clothes now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: can i name my fish "gorgeous"? or "happy" or "peachie"?....i can't decide....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-568738827267505495?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/568738827267505495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=568738827267505495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/568738827267505495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/568738827267505495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-character.html' title='interesting character'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11791366.post-1270053608648754422</id><published>2008-11-06T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:10:07.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously....I'm tagging along!</title><content type='html'>The thought of going to the team building has always intrigued me since the idea was brought up early this year. It was almost postponed due to my silly boss, aka Gimly whom he thinks it was not appropriate to carry out the team building since they just came back from one. My justification was, this team building idea was voiced and planned out by our dearest partner and they are determined to do it this year. YES WE DID not postponed at all....! Pardon me as i'm still trying to grasp the magnitude of Barack Obama's victory last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part which i loved the most is the ROOM! OMG....its friggin sweet and i'm totally in love with the room. Have i mentioned the bathroom? the shower? the huge bath tub? OMG....I'll definitely post the pictures for you to envy me!...hehehee....I wish sayang or my best gal buddies could share with me. I guess....more quality time for me to pamper myself in the room.....envy me please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is the....my boss and myself has received strict order from our Gimly that we are not encouraged to participate since we are not HOD's. Well, me and my boss Ash, are now pretending to be paparazi's and secretariat. Thanks Gimly for really being good in spoiling our mood! But, the thought of having the room to ourself....ohhhh...lovely! I'll be your paparazi for the next few days...but you better watch yourself Gimly. We think you've crossed the line this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you with pictures and more juicy gossip all the way from PD here....till then...XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Barack Obama again! American's believes you, and now its time to walk the talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11791366-1270053608648754422?l=vampirellabee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/feeds/1270053608648754422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11791366&amp;postID=1270053608648754422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1270053608648754422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11791366/posts/default/1270053608648754422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampirellabee.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriouslyim-tagging-along.html' title='seriously....I&apos;m tagging along!'/><author><name>Roni Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467766404659232986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oByLFbd5FFg/Tj0-zXOxNKI/AAAAAAAACQY/OgZU0GWxZJA/s220/19074_223061988493_676233493_3287445_8028022_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
