<?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-462989873173841193</id><updated>2011-12-12T11:30:01.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::14::.</title><subtitle type='html'>LOVE YOU ALWAYS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-7067508760042910243</id><published>2009-04-11T13:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:52:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Scene in Brindawan Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our Mysore trip didn't end like this. We went to the most beautiful place in Mysore- Brindavan Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807611864938210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdHyNJh9uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r47DQZDJ4Tw/s320/P2210109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811364442539762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdLMolwBvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQR4Vj4F8A0/s320/P2210112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At first we entered, it was just like a normal garden with a variety of fountains. Everybody was sitting on the grass or 'picnic-ing', and so we followed them. We picked our 'picnic spot' with &lt;em&gt;Lays &lt;/em&gt;readied. Erm, not really a nice comfortable picnic for us though coz we have 'companies' - which is the infamous crows of India. They are not as 'tame' as Malaysian/Penang crow, coz the crows here will grab every of their opportunities to snatch our food. Luckily, we were not their target that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At 7pm sharp, when the skies finally becoming darker, all lights suddenly turned on. And....Wow.... ... ... no words can describe this---------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329813235512323794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdM5i3jLtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8B0zVw_ZsN8/s320/P2210118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329812502375603874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdMO3uInqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/g61_Tz8rPNY/s320/P2220127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329813227328520146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdM5EYYP9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/H8lHUQSo0nA/s320/P2210117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807618456469922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdHyltEwaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Nwdsw38xW44/s320/P2210115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329811368281158642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdLM248s_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/6vACCEwvFVE/s320/P2220124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And trust me, it is much nicer on the spot. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329807623561614098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdHy4uPExI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c86Eg49C8Mc/s320/P2220130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329813239803231426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdM5y2lPMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/vNV9kQgiZHc/s320/P2210123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Indian map...they kinda fond of their own map i guess. Because everywhere/every garden will have this Indian map...will show u all in our Ooty trip later^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329812044025543074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdL0MO9uaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3mxKGZ_zTys/s320/P2220133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here goes my favourite, the highest fountain there, which is in the middle of a lake, where we have to take a boat trip to go to the other section of this enourmous musical fountain garden. Very nice, very nice.....love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Of course, that day was crowded with people, Indians I meant. And you know, the Indian culture, they will push their way rudely even it meant pushing u down the water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I'm not scared of them. Because, there is always a pair of hands right behind me, holding and protecting me from falling. Come what may! Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/462989873173841193-7067508760042910243?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/7067508760042910243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=7067508760042910243' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7067508760042910243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7067508760042910243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-scene-in-brindawan-garden.html' title='Night Scene in Brindawan Garden'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SfdHyNJh9uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r47DQZDJ4Tw/s72-c/P2210109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-4279956387659702029</id><published>2009-03-24T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:00:01.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>th3 p@l@c3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci87VuD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ybftzxcN77U/s1600-h/P2210094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316707087739507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci87VuD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ybftzxcN77U/s400/P2210094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tada...the most famous palace in Mysore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After one whole afternoon spending time with the animals, now it's time for the &lt;a href="mailto:P@l@c3"&gt;P@l@c3&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci-1N2mfKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j8lGW25Xmyg/s1600-h/P2210098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709181571890338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci-1N2mfKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/j8lGW25Xmyg/s200/P2210098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Unfortunately, everything in the palace have their highly historical value and therefore, we were forbidden to take photo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci_WdueEXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kiLuj_L8JIk/s1600-h/P2210106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316709752768434546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci_WdueEXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kiLuj_L8JIk/s320/P2210106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So we can only take photos outside the palace. See... One of my favourite photos^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And another specialty of this palace is the entrance fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHA...We were initially charged 200rupees per person to enter. (foreigner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Locals--10rupees...(see how unfair is this?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luckily I have showed my student ID here, then only we could escape this blood-sucking entrance fees. But wait...another roadblock. There is a guard standing at the exit. As for being 'different' from others here, we were stopped for 'security' check. The guard took our tickets and asked us to buy another foreigner tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiz...I know what are you thinking now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At last, after our long explaination again, which made us quite difficult due to communication problem, we made it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A memory of mysore palace, hard to enter, not easy to exit either. Though it was a nice place to visit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Palace...Zoo...Temple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-4279956387659702029?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4279956387659702029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=4279956387659702029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4279956387659702029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4279956387659702029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/03/tada.html' title='th3 p@l@c3'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/Sci87VuD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ybftzxcN77U/s72-c/P2210094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-2184151495808766242</id><published>2009-03-10T14:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:44:41.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t0 th3 z00</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our Mysore trip did not just end in Chamundi Hills. The day got better after we entered the zoo, where the entrance fee was just merely 10-20rupees(less than RM2), but the camera 'entrance fee' is much hingher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smart him hide our camera earlier and we entered without the camera ticket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Suddenly, a well-uniformed guard stopped us and asked us to stand aside. He said he wanted to check our bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Shit.." We were so scared cuz our camera was hidden safely there. But Smart him again did not really open his bag for him, he took out some few things like plastic bags which is abundant in his bags for him to consficate(for your information, plastic bags are not allowed in India, esp in this zoo). Then the guard is satisfied and finally let us go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAHAHA...Phew.... So close.... If not we would have been caught for not paying the camera ticket. Then, there goes our trip in the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is quite a big zoo to explore. What's so special of this zoo is there's the only white tiger and gorilla kept in the zoo in Asia. I hope this is true^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But sadly, the one and only white tiger and gorilla is not so fond of showing off. When we saw them, both of them just lying flat on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"'Hey dear, can u see any white tiger there?'&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYTFMjxESI/AAAAAAAAAII/FX8A4BLqdrg/s1600-h/P2210052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311453790521594146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYTFMjxESI/AAAAAAAAAII/FX8A4BLqdrg/s200/P2210052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;'No le, maybe it's inside the cave.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'There there there... Did u see? There's white white thing under the tree.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'R u sure? But it's not moving..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'U see clearly, Im sure it's the white tiger....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few minutes later watching the tiger....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I think it's dead.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cant be la my dear, if it's dead, it will be buried underground, not here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'But why is it not moving at all?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cuz it's sleeping.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'hmm....no, I don't think so. At least he is half dead, poor tiger....'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbY_aND6buI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RL3Fpyu5IL4/s1600-h/P2210062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311502529945300706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbY_aND6buI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RL3Fpyu5IL4/s200/P2210062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then there goes gorilla, which is almost the same case as the white tiger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Spot the gorilla if u can.Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYmLnVwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5kUQG0O5BS8/s1600-h/P2210064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311474791510754850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYmLnVwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5kUQG0O5BS8/s200/P2210064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the red-buttock baboon. Dont know what it's actually called but it's quite interesting to look at them coz they are live like a family. We saw papa, mama n their kids playing around. The biggest one you can see in this photo is their papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYf8sXHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WvXVGz0Aowo/s1600-h/P2210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYf8sXHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WvXVGz0Aowo/s1600-h/P2210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYf8sXHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WvXVGz0Aowo/s1600-h/P2210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311467938090807234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYf8sXHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WvXVGz0Aowo/s320/P2210061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYmLnVwxiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5kUQG0O5BS8/s1600-h/P2210064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oops, my dear found his bro...Don't they just look so-alike?=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYf8sXHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/WvXVGz0Aowo/s1600-h/P2210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYqtZoHqlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0AFvhMxb5PI/s1600-h/P2210066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311479769991719506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYqtZoHqlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0AFvhMxb5PI/s200/P2210066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYqthN7axI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EO608f1xsM4/s1600-h/P2210057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311479772029348626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYqthN7axI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EO608f1xsM4/s200/P2210057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbY7_fQi9XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d98kHBXL7a8/s1600-h/P2210087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311498772438775154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbY7_fQi9XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d98kHBXL7a8/s200/P2210087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And...tada...that's the end of our zoo trip...we really really enjoyed walking around looking at animals..haha. Now I understand why Japanese couples love to date in the zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Next Stop---Th3 Palac3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-2184151495808766242?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2184151495808766242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=2184151495808766242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2184151495808766242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2184151495808766242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/03/t0-th3-z00.html' title='t0 th3 z00'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbYTFMjxESI/AAAAAAAAAII/FX8A4BLqdrg/s72-c/P2210052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-1922234337677381669</id><published>2009-03-09T12:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:36:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Stop--Mysore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reaching Mysore, the first place we visited was the Chamundi Hill, where Sri Chamundeswari temple sited at the summit. But it was not really a nice place to visit, coz unluckily we are the foreigners there, and locals see us 'differently'. What I meant to say is everything we do was double or triple charged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311099775191236898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTRGyruQSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QQ2W7VZWir0/s200/P2210044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Innocent us guided by one temple boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At first we thought such a kind person he was but &lt;em&gt;wait a minute&lt;/em&gt;, there are 'prawns behind the rock'. He asked us to donate some for this temple by wrapping the money in the newspaper n gave it to him. The moment we turned away, he secretly kept it inside his own pocket. My dear saw it. Nevermind... But after he finished his guidance, he asked for more, saying for his guidance fees... I was angry but seeing his 'effort', we tolerated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is not the end of it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When we walked back to the place where we kept our shoes, the same temple boy kept our shoes in a 'special place', and guess what? We are charged 10x. 100rupees for keeping our shoes in that 'special case'. Stupid people...at first I protested. But no choice, due to our safety, we had to pay them. Or else we might end up 'kaki ayam'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTN0v5NimI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HMCyNrx5Phw/s1600-h/P2210043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311096166669978210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTN0v5NimI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HMCyNrx5Phw/s200/P2210043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the famous biggest cow in the temple, called NANDI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And then beside it, there are hundreds of steps of stairs to climb up to another temple. At first, both of us were very energetic. We &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTr05m5T_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SwsBbXfzFoE/s1600-h/P2210041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311129154626342898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTr05m5T_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SwsBbXfzFoE/s200/P2210041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;climbed, and took photos, but the most funniest thing is, when we reached the top and saw the temple, we were both too fatigue to enter the temple even it's just a few steps away from us. We did not make it to the temple and went down. I bet you must be scolding us stupid rite??^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTJtwqcpjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5B-sOTuT9m4/s1600-h/P2210036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311091648570893874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTJtwqcpjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5B-sOTuT9m4/s200/P2210036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh and another thing, to add salt into our wound, both of us got sunburn on our face. See how hot the sunlight is until we can't even fake a smile. Haha...such a day, I will never forget. first time being so clumsy together...it will be in my album of our memories forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yet, this bad beginning is not continuing either. Wonderful places and moments awaiting us ahead..coming up next!!HAHA&lt;/span&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/462989873173841193-1922234337677381669?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/1922234337677381669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=1922234337677381669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/1922234337677381669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/1922234337677381669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-stop-mysore.html' title='First Stop--Mysore'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbTRGyruQSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QQ2W7VZWir0/s72-c/P2210044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-6204597680712606981</id><published>2009-03-09T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:00:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my dear's 22nd birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never forget my beloved's 22nd birthday on 8th of March...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Too bad this is the day when both of us had to say goodbye, the day when he said see me in skype again tomorrow, but....my dear, today is still your most important day which makes it my most important day too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No matter where we have to celebrate birthdays, be it together or separately through skype, the most important thing is we have each other in our hearts. I'm in you, and you're in me. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Having you in my life is one of the best things that happened on me and I'm glad that on this birthday, I am still able to wish you by calling you as 'my love'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My dearest kaizhian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tonight, I must confess...I love you. Never stop falling for u...You are the best thing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862518212453250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbP5Unj9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vGDZVMV7RUw/s400/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/462989873173841193-6204597680712606981?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6204597680712606981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=6204597680712606981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/6204597680712606981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/6204597680712606981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-dears-22nd-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my dear&apos;s 22nd birthday!!!'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbP5Unj9Y4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/vGDZVMV7RUw/s72-c/P1010013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-4327431762972198873</id><published>2009-03-08T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:37:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14days south indian trip together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's been so long time we did not update our blog(paise paise&gt;&lt;'')..which makes me don't know how to start right now..aiks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, I'm holiday-ing now, 2 weeks more from class reopen. So now it's time for me to tell you guys what we were up to for the last 2 weeks, which is also my most wonderful moment in my life=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day1 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pick up from bangalore and heading to Mysore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was waiting for him in Bangalore airport, it was only 8pm at that moment, and his flight hadn't departed yet. This time it is totally different from what we had experienced last time in our &lt;airport&gt;&lt;airport&gt;. Now, our situation totally swapped. It's me who is waiting in the arrival area now, feeling the way he felt all this while. And this makes me understand it was not an easy job. Waiting few hours in the airport, I had so many things in my mind. Thinking whether his flight is smooth, worrying if he had any motion sickness up there, afraid of him not getting his luggage back....so many things that made me could not sit or stand still. Time pass so so slow that I could count every minisecond in my watch. And now I know it's easier to be in the flight than waiting in the airport here, pity him who has to face this every now and then, I'm so sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Until the time when his flight had arrived, the familiar (stupid stupid) face appeared in the midst of crowd(Indians mostly). He is here!! In India...and there goes the beginning of our journey (he says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;honeymoon dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;):p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310851982848358850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbPvvYRa-cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2SIXjps52zw/s320/P2210007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is when both of us in Bangalore train, heading to mysore. Both of us took the 3rd upper deck, which is the highest. First time in a train together, a new kind of experience for both of us, which added more stories in our space of memories, and you can't imagine how excited we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14days living together..which answered one of my prayers. Travelling in another country where we have only each other to depend on, it is like a test of our relationship, to check whether we are able to do this, not alone or separately, but together. We were thrilled and readying to accept this challenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-4327431762972198873?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4327431762972198873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=4327431762972198873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4327431762972198873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4327431762972198873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2009/03/14days-south-indian-trip-together.html' title='14days south indian trip together'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SbPvvYRa-cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2SIXjps52zw/s72-c/P2210007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-6337855099130513308</id><published>2008-12-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:02:07.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Happy Birthday to YOU**</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://birthdayformyspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://birthdayformyspace.com/image/lbi02e5386f7345_myspace.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No matter how far the distance is, my heart will always by your side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Promise you.. Never and ever let the sadness come to you again... I wish to celebrate every single birthday of you each year.. I want to be your love always. Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-6337855099130513308?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/6337855099130513308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=6337855099130513308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/6337855099130513308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/6337855099130513308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='**Happy Birthday to YOU**'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-2040891666418761731</id><published>2008-12-14T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:39:01.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>side by side, years by years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2 years, it's another 14 that we both wish to make our promise to each other again. This is another memorable day that we have to celebrate with miles of distance between us. Nevertheless, I am glad enough. Cuz with him, I am loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUTvV89KaaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PNDgte6y_k/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279607823604017570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUTvV89KaaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PNDgte6y_k/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is the cake that he booked for me online. Actually it did not look like this online, according to him, it was a nice black forest cake. But due to the place I am in now, which is India, you can't expect too high. And this is the best we could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUTvUvqIoUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eqPxFxzKfGA/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279607802854678850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUTvUvqIoUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eqPxFxzKfGA/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyhow, it was really a surprise. Roses and cakes for my birthday and our anniversary. If you ask me what wish did I make for my birthday, I have only one. But I guess I couldn't ask for more. All these should temporarily 'replace' him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I sounded very sad, but I couldn't avoid. I guess the next 14/12 that we can actually hold our hands together is...2, 3, 4 years later??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280049840872794242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 337px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUaBWvmUqII/AAAAAAAAAHI/6P0crd1s2F4/s400/PhotoFunia_ab58c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So many stories that we have been through... Separation, quarreling, nothing that we have escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;But we have always come together as one for just a  simple reason. ~LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe we are not that fortunate like some other couples, maybe we'll have to wait for years and years for our wish come true...even though I am so lucky that I found the one I love, and most&lt;br /&gt;importantly she loves me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the partner of my life, my first and forever love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it to you again now, that my love will never fade away each day. 'Side by side, years by years'. I hope, my darling, that you could always feel my heart beating, just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-2040891666418761731?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2040891666418761731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=2040891666418761731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2040891666418761731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2040891666418761731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/12/side-by-side-years-by-years.html' title='side by side, years by years'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SUTvV89KaaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6PNDgte6y_k/s72-c/DSC01543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-3632068818178125438</id><published>2008-11-29T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:21:50.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"exam" / "game"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Block Exam is just around the corner. Loads of notes....where to start? when to start? how to start???@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the midst of my pressure, my dear HIM, naughtily, pulled me out from this miserable, unbearable stress by attracting me into games. Such a bad idea right? Alluring me into games just before exams.. But I really appreciate his effort. BECAUSE... what makes me happy AND satisfied to the fullest is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273773440177863090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/STA1AI-w-bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bA6KBRP9lO0/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'TADA....' Saw the score in this msn minesweeper flag? Red vs Blue : 0-26....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Very obvious but unbelievably, I (Blue) am the champion. And it's K.O. Muahahaha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, I am really really glad to have you around me anytime my dear. You make me happy everyday. Nothing is impossible with you always by my side. You are my very  best!!! Muakzxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-3632068818178125438?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3632068818178125438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=3632068818178125438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3632068818178125438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3632068818178125438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-game.html' title='&quot;exam&quot; / &quot;game&quot;'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/STA1AI-w-bI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bA6KBRP9lO0/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-3368845190129017602</id><published>2008-11-22T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:18:55.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~my sWeETeSt SUPPER~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One of my sweetest things that I have ever had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know supper will never be a good thing, especially for girls, right? But somehow, a simple supper became my favourite, even my memory. And this is the reason why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I was in Penang, we were really spending almost all of our time together, not to miss any moment. There was this day that both of us went out and did whatever couple do, but still I did not want to let him go home.. However time did not permit us, it was almost 1 am and there was no reason to let him stay with me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, after he went back, suddenly I came out with this idea to tell him that I was very hungry and my instant noodles were all out of stock. (I know I am so cruel but you see, I have to..hehe..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But he rejected me. He said it was already 1am and there was no stall outside anymore. Forcing to see the truth, I have no choice and so I gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Oh my god, my supper is here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I saw him standing outside with his helmet on his one hand and lifting my food in another hand. He accompanied me to finish the whole plate of 'char koay kak' which I missed it so much in India, then only he went back. And of course, I was happy enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On that moment, I really thought he is my superman. Even he was so tired driving me around Penang whole day and now it was already over midnight, he would still do anything for me..and I really mean ANYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember the way he hold his helmet on his one hand, I think he is so handsome.. The way his eyes looking at me, as if I am a pampered girl, I feel like I have nothing else to be worried. There will always be someone, who cares little little things of what I am thinking, who cares if my stomach is empty, who cares if my night is quiet and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Honey, you are just as sweet as you can be'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This song pops into my mind now when I am missing him now... It is an old song, but still I love to dedicate this to my pretty boy~kai zhian. I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqyOTnWbWis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqyOTnWbWis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-3368845190129017602?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3368845190129017602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=3368845190129017602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3368845190129017602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3368845190129017602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sweetest-supper.html' title='~my sWeETeSt SUPPER~'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-4414275185379328063</id><published>2008-11-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:28:45.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Th3 Airport StORieS.. (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29/2/08 the third day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;History is repeating. We were back to the same situation again. This time both of us were quite calm. We knew what lies ahead, and we knew we couldn't avoid it. The 3rd time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After I checked in, we went to the viewing area where one of the plane is going to fly me away from Malaysia. We just sat there, looking at the night view outside. We were more matured this time. My mood did not swing. Lying on his shoulder with his arms on me, what was on my mind was just a blank page. Calmly lean on him, simply to just feel his existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And then when I was back again, this is the best part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;22/8/08, the fourth day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As usual, I planned everything, and of course, to surprise her again. I told I will be waiting for her in Penang Airport, together with her family. But the fact is, I had bought myself the same air ticket from KL to Penang with her. Many a times I felt like want to admit everything that I lied. But for the sake of seeing what her reactions would be, I have to do it=) And of course, not without roses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I just arrived in the airport, I settle my check-in. Just as I was taking an escalator down, I saw a familiar figure. Oh my god, that was my dear! I did not know what she was doing there because her flight was a transit flight and she was not supposed to be out here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She did not notice I was there, I ran silently towards her, hugging her from her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHA..Actually it was due to the mistakes when I checked-in in India, I had to check in another time in KL. So, instead of him giving me surprise, me too had taken him into a shock. And of course I was shocked too, very very much shocked when someone suddenly hugged me. And when I turned my head and saw the face which I missed so much, I thought I was dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again, I whispered to her ear, " My dear, I miss you so much". I can still remember her reactions till now. Her confusing yet happy face, and the way she kept asking me whether she had reached Penang, it melted my heart very much. Yes, it was really worth it to give her another surprise. And I love it very much:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, the surprise was not over yet. When I told her that I need to go to the restroom, I asked her to unlock my luggage to take something important. (Flowers were inside) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Roses?! Why are there roses in his luggage? My favourite flowers... What can I say? He is so loving...He must have spent his time and effort, planning all these, just to make me smile. And I am really touched... He had made the airport not the place of separation, but a very pleasant and unforgettable memory for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(The End)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-4414275185379328063?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4414275185379328063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=4414275185379328063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4414275185379328063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4414275185379328063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/11/th3-airport-stories-3.html' title='Th3 Airport StORieS.. (3)'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-2425315816124718415</id><published>2008-09-03T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:26:34.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TH3 Airport StORieS... (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After that day, the next date we meet each other is half year later. The same old airport, KLIA, the place where he had to let go his hand off mine. I couldn't sleep the night before, thinking and wondering, recollecting the feelings of his grip again. Wondering whether the gap of half a year of separation has made him different at all. Thinking if he is still as warm as he used to be .. It was like my first date with him again, feeling anxious yet excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4/2/08, the second day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The day which I had been awaited for very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning bird chirps and I woke up in a sudden. Gosh! 4.30 am..and I still have not readied to welcome her to my house yet. Panic, nervous, all kinds of feelings in me as I knew that the arrival time had been advanced 1 hour earlier. Putting on my shirt with a white blazer, conveying a bouquet of rose on my hand, heading to Putrajaya Sentral, getting myself ready and perfect for my dearest girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my heartbeats pounding loudly ireegularly. All eyes were focused on me as I was holding a big bouquet of roses. Though it was not the time for me to feel shy. In fact, I was always smiling as I could feel her getting closer and closer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the arrival hall, impatiently waiting to surprise her. Another 12 mins.. I was starting to feel nervous, and uncomfortable too. I really don't know how should I react firstly. I have no idea, should I smile first then only approach her? Or should I immediately hug her when I see her? Or should I give her the flowers then pulling her near me? I started talking to myself, rehearsing my line in front of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time. 8.20 am, I saw her walking out from the gate, looking around for me. I slowly walked towards her, quietly, and trying to catch the glimpse of her eyes. When she finally eyeing me, immediately I hug her as tight as possible. Then, I could smell the familiar scent of her hair again. Yes, she is definitely my sweetheart. She is still mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SRXxQFwTceI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5r47ZHSsqmY/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266380598004642274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SRXxQFwTceI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5r47ZHSsqmY/s200/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the picture where we took from the airport outside. See my face so fat right? Ya, I just had the most blissful breakfast in my life. He actually cooked me a western meal, with roses on the table n all our photos hanging on the wall. Unfortunately, I was so regret that I forgot to take photos of his room. Maybe, I was too full of happiness. I was really too happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the airport again where we were waiting for our next flight to Penang, we were just sitting on one of the benches there. We were just talking, seeing people around us, and yet his hand will never fail to hold on me. Even though with sweaty palms, his grip will never loose its firmness. However, I admit, this was my 1st experience, even with just holding hands, I can feel what he was thinking, what he was trying to tell me, and what he was feeling. I am so glad, that I am back to him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-2425315816124718415?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/2425315816124718415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=2425315816124718415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2425315816124718415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/2425315816124718415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/09/th3-airport-stories-2.html' title='TH3 Airport StORieS... (2)'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SRXxQFwTceI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5r47ZHSsqmY/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-7595089599376685729</id><published>2008-09-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:28:09.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TH3 Airport StORieS...(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yahoo...!!! I am back in Penang...home sweet home... Home...where I can feel the warmest from my family, place where I am pampered by him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to and fro several times, Malaysia-India, India-Malaysia, then Malaysia-India again, airport has become a very familiar place to me. It is the final destination for me, a place where either we have to separate for several months or place where I first met him again after a long time of separation. Although the same thing has happened again and again in this airport throughout these years, but they are always fresh in my mind, deep feelings inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The first day 9/9/07,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached KLIA from Penang at about 1pm, and he was there very early in the arrival area. My heartbeat was jumping irregularly when I saw him waiting outside there. My feelings were all jumbled, happy or sad, no...I could not even tell what I actually felt. We had not seen each other for several weeks, and finally today we have met... But the saddest truth is, this was also the day which we had to separate, not just between Cyberjaya and Penang, but between 2 different countries where only several hours of flight can bring us back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2pm. Couple more hours for us before my next flight to my final destination--India. Time was really limited, but we still have so many things to do together, so many things that I want to do for him, so many things to tell him, so many...so many...but no time... I was really helpless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, it was time for us to separate. In front of the security gate, both our hands gripped very hard. He was reluctant to let go, and me too wanted to hold him as long as I can. But we could do nothing. Time to say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-7595089599376685729?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/7595089599376685729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=7595089599376685729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7595089599376685729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7595089599376685729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/09/th3-airport-stories1.html' title='TH3 Airport StORieS...(1)'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-3647876739637772068</id><published>2008-08-14T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:07:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'back to the past' continued ~~ AQUARIUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remember 'back to the past'?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, it did not just end like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Besides the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ly surprise which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is unforgettable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; there are also many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sweet memories happening that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...and they will never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be erased off our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was 23/7/2007,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;where both of us had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our 1st travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;togethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; KL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t location is KLCC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We were just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;strolling around,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;doing some window-shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since he came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to MMU and I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still in Penang, we had not seen each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ome relax shopping together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for quite some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Holding her hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;walking with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; really enjoyable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; In fact, it beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of my favourite hobbies^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After awhile, we saw a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sign showing the way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; KLCC Aquarius.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Without any delay,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we decided to have our very first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;underwater world experience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLN7BftTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ieTuWZ67uLE/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233972130855341090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLN7BftTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ieTuWZ67uLE/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was really dark blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;atmosphere inside Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;actually feel lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e we were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;living i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n the sea. Cool?! First, we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;encoutered starfish...And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They let us take the starfish on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our bare hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know starfish are beautiful (and tame too) but it was scary for me since they are also living creature right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha...but the starfish did not really move on my hands. And where is he? b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;usying taking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; lol=p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Seeing her so lovely, I dare not even move my glance away from her..cuz I wouldn't want to miss a thing that moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973188776022114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLO4mjp0GI/AAAAAAAAADU/2v2wSTXCh4Q/s200/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then there is this fish feeding area.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of course, both of us tried that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I can recall that day was the fish seem to hate me. Non of them wanted to be fed by me. And what I didn't understand till now was I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonder wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLOn9nHEHI/AAAAAAAAADM/nbvejjuC_f0/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233972902906761330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLOn9nHEHI/AAAAAAAAADM/nbvejjuC_f0/s200/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y all kinds of fish seem love to gather under his hands. They&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will swallow anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he gave.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But for me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything I thrown to them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the food will sink just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like that. Not e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ven one was interested. Instead, his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;food seem attract every fish. I can't believe they love him more than me!!! Not fair&gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that, we went to find friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and had a great time chatting,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eating throughout the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even it was only 1-day trip,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;which is less than 24 hours,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but still it will stay in our minds forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLQ27R3zxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gu-ht1c1e6Q/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233975359002103570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLQ27R3zxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gu-ht1c1e6Q/s200/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLQoIsglXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x38bhZPMseY/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233975104905450866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLQoIsglXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x38bhZPMseY/s200/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;See, couples all around the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even in the underwater world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everywhere=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I wish that I can travel, not only in Malaysia, but to Europe, reaching the stars in Paris at the highest point of Eiffel Towel, discover the mystery of Egypt, walking to the end of Great Wall of China, enjoying autumn in Korea, and much much more.....someday, &lt;strong&gt;with only you my dear as my company&lt;/strong&gt;. It is my biggest biggest dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233974468424392818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLQDFnmYHI/AAAAAAAAADs/B7IRt-gDq9Y/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-3647876739637772068?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/3647876739637772068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=3647876739637772068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3647876739637772068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/3647876739637772068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-past-continued.html' title='&apos;back to the past&apos; continued ~~ AQUARIUS'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SKLN7BftTCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ieTuWZ67uLE/s72-c/DSC00658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-1595429838508703370</id><published>2008-08-13T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:52:16.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Essay That Both Of Us Proud Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Good Day Guys and girls=p, we came across this essay that was written by our sis. It captivated both our hearts alot that we think we should paste it here to share with everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;          The night is a complete silence. Everyone is probably dreaming of curdling a huge bunch of American dollars, sunbathing under the shimmering sun in Hawaii or fantasizing being treated as a princess in a beautiful palace. Nevertheless, I am striving hard to plough on my piles of reference books in order to excel in my studies. However, I am not alone. My mother is accompanying me besides accomplishing her part-time job to yield more ringgits for supporting the family. She is the one who always supports me whenever I face obstacles, embraces me whenever sadness overwhelms me and shares the high times with me. She is the woman I love and treasure in my heart the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           In 2006, when I was having my PMR government examinations, my family, including me, was traumatized with the news that my grandmother had diagnosed Malaria fever. We were petrified. We had a very hard time while my grandmother was admitted into the hospital. Sadness overwhelmed me when I saw my grandmother lying on the white bed motionless. Nevertheless, we were taken aback when the doctor advised that my grandmother had to been admitted to the intensive care unit as her health condition had being acute. One night, the doctor informed us that my grandmother blood level had been decreasing drastically. She needed blood. I was so feared. My tears rolled down frenziedly. However I tried my best to be calm. I wanted to donate my blood and yet I was not allowed as I was underage at that moment. I felt hopeless. However, with the eagerness to save my grandmother, I called my friends’ parents to seek for blood donation. Finally, the catastrophe ended as my grandmother recovered from the malicious disease.Thank god! As follows, I realise that life on earth is so fragile and hence the enthusiasm being a doctor to help people who are suffering devilish diseases is boosted.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Whenever I read news about Tee Hui Yi last year, who was kept alive with a mechanical heart for more than a year while she waiting for a suitable donor. I was having a mixture of feelings. I felt happy as she could continue her life with the advancement in medical field and empathizing her as well as she had to suffer all the obstacles while her others could enjoy their teenage life in her age. Finally, from God blessings she received a heart from a young donor. I was totally relieved at the moment. And yet, I felt sad too as the noble donor died at a young age. However, this defines life, which we cannot deny. Hence, this even in turns inspired me to be a doctor—a dutiful doctor, deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Therefore, in order to make my aspirations become a reality, I always try my best to excel my school examinations with flying colors. Though sometimes I have been captivated by spellbinding English movies or maybe thrilling online games, I managed to pay heed to my studies again before it was too late to be regret of. As a dedicated class monitor, I am often committed to accomplish all the tasks that are given by my teachers and given the chance to learn leadership while holding the position. In school, sometimes, I might face some obstacles in carrying my duty as a class monitor and as a president of the tourism club or may be as a secretary of the school graduation magazine publishing organization, however, I would utilize the wisdom that I have to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         At home, my mother teaches me to be honest as honesty is the best policy. Recalling back the primary school life, there was an incident which I will never forget. There was once, when my thinking was still immature and I got influenced by my peers, I bamboozled my mother that I was having a badminton practice in the school hall as teacher inquired, but in fact, it was a cover-up for me to loiter in the school compound partying with my friends. However, just after the moment I hung up the phone call with my mother, guilt overcame me and I felt remorseful, I immediately called my mother back and throwing out all the truth despite being evoking by my friends around. Minutes later, my mother came to pick me up. My heart was pulsating fast. I was waiting for my mother to throw all the tantrums on me. Nevertheless, my mother did not blame me at all, and yet she speaks to me in a soft tune “It’s okay, my darling. Do promise not to repeat this mistake again okay?”.  I immediately burst into cries. I understand my mistake and I promise my mother not to lie again as I realise the significance of integrity. Since then, frankly, I barely lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As for the moment being, though I could not merge as the top girl of the school, but, I am contented when I acknowledge that I am one of the top students as I understand that this is the pay of my hard works. Hence, I will not give myself up easily and try to be persistent and consistent in obtaining excellence by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I have to pay full concentration on my oncoming SPM examinations. I have to strive hard racking my brains to acquire excellent results. As this the best way for me to help alleviate the financial burden that distress them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Jas Cheong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We love you, Jas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Keep it up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-1595429838508703370?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/1595429838508703370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=1595429838508703370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/1595429838508703370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/1595429838508703370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/08/essay-that-both-of-us-is-proud-of.html' title='An Essay That Both Of Us Proud Of'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-8988124910313089681</id><published>2008-08-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:11:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTAnD bY Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2 weeks passed, another 1 week to go before my final university exam. I am having unbearable stress here. 1 whole year of facts and info, I have to finish them in merely 3 weeks time. In fact, I have to get over this before I can take my flight back to Penang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In these tough days for me, I am so glad to have him staying always beside me. He is always there, helping me, accompanying me. Without him, I don't know whether I'm still be able to face my days. Without him, I can never stand up straight. Without him, I can never smile in the midst of pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what my dear does for me all the while...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every morning, he wakes me up about 7am my time, which is 9.30am in Malaysia. Then he goes to class. But still, he keeps sms-ing me to make sure I do not doze off or do not get stressed up studying alone in my room. After his class, he orders his food almost everyday. He immediately on his skype so that he can accompany me even when he is eating. Then we chatted for awhile. But I have to continue my study again. And he will just keep quiet there, watching me study. Very soon, night approaches. But It was just 10pm here when his time is already 1230am, and the next day he always has class early in the morning. Even though, he is still here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always, I feel sleepy in this hour, and doze off. Once, I nap for about 2 hours until 12am(India), when I suddenly woke up, I was shock when I still can see him staying awake in his room, sitting quietly there, waiting for me. It was already 230am in Malaysia! And he was still there waiting. He did not angry but in fact, talking to me in his soft voice, asking me whether I'm too tired to continue my study. I did not know what to say, I just wish that I was there to hug him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes I got so stress that I almost gone crazy studying the whole day, but thanks to my lovely darling. He never leave me. Haha..tell you a secret. He sings for me whenever I am not happy. And tell you another secret. He can't sing lolz.. But I am so gladful..he makes me smile all the time, he makes me forget about stress and unhappiness, he makes me feel in love everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229960228841814082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SJSNHl2JeEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oE8Oe2wUgko/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I took this photo secretly when he is singing=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, thanks alot ya dear. Love you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can do this, for myself, and for you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Okay...got to go back study. He is mumbling there again. I wonder how much more he can mumble when he gets older^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-8988124910313089681?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8988124910313089681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=8988124910313089681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/8988124910313089681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/8988124910313089681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/08/stand-by-me.html' title='sTAnD bY Me'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SJSNHl2JeEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oE8Oe2wUgko/s72-c/DSC00913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-531903932696177809</id><published>2008-07-28T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:39:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::Two less lonely people::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now that I'm in India, we live our life separately. I am still sleeping when he is already in class. I'm having my breakfast here but he's too early for lunch. It's time for him to go to bed, but the night is too young for me. Even when I'm having my university exam here, he is going to have a short holiday soon. Our life is totally different, 2 different life, 2 different country, 2 different timezone... So far away, I wish you were here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can't go out meeting each other. We can't go to a movie we love. We can't have our dinner together in one table. We can't study with each other sitting beside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow, I'm still going on. We have lived like this for almost one year. Everyday we can only on skype. This is the only way for us to see each other, our only dating time, our only dating activites. Even though I had to live my life alone here, but I know that somewhere out there, somewhere far far away, there's my only dear, thinking of me, praying for me, waiting for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know we can make it through, we'll just have to keep holding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Since you came into my life, everything has changed. Though we are far apart now, I felt so in love. I love the times when we chat till dawn, like we have never talked for so long before. I love that I can still accompany you whenever you needed me. I love that I can still se&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIwGgVeo1PI/AAAAAAAAACs/sQy2ZvJczPY/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227560420061533426" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIwGgVeo1PI/AAAAAAAAACs/sQy2ZvJczPY/s200/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e your smiles on your face, knowing that you are happy. I love to know that I can still be with you even with the exist of the distance as a barrier. I love that I can still be there when you shed tears. I love the times when we are just staring at each other, knowing there's still me in your heart, knowing a part of me will always be with you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I want my life to be lived with you. I live and breathe with you. The time I spent, waiting for you, never been a waste. It made me realise that I can't live my life without you. Even though there's time when we couldn't reach each other, I never feel lonely. I can feel you everywhere. There's something inside us, that make us feel in one. When I can't see you in day , I will close my eyes and I'll see you there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sweetheart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I promise...you will never be lonely always. I'll find you everynight in your dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-531903932696177809?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/531903932696177809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=531903932696177809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/531903932696177809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/531903932696177809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-less-lonely-people.html' title='.::Two less lonely people::.'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIwGgVeo1PI/AAAAAAAAACs/sQy2ZvJczPY/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-8507810708030796742</id><published>2008-07-24T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:03:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's midnight twelve!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 18/12/2006, our former school organised a prom night for form six leavers. This was the night where everyone got to dress up as glamorous as we could, not to mention me.. I found a brown dress which I hoped to match with his outfit too. Feeling excited about tonight, I dressed up early, getting ready, waiting for him to fetch me from my house to Gurney Hotel. Time strike 6pm, he was here. Unexpectedly he wore a light yellow top which went well with my dress too. I felt so shy when I got into his car. Actually, tonight was not only our 1st night to a ball, but it was our 1st date too.. I felt so excited and yet afraid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The moment I reached her house, I saw her walking out with such elegant look. Oh my!! I think I got the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.. That was my first time seeing her in such a gorgeous dress. I felt so proud and so glad to have her. I knew this night would be the most wonderful night for me. As soon as she got into my car, I turned on my cd player with a series of love songs. On that moment, I felt so connected to her. She was so pretty and I felt like wanted to kiss her lips. But I was too afraid, shaking terribly whenever I got near her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The prom started at 8pm. We were separated from each other due to the school rules. My place was alloted.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdOvf09PFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RgPBoOwHZKs/s1600-h/PC180037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226232470491184210" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdOvf09PFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RgPBoOwHZKs/s200/PC180037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But still, luckily his table was just next to me. I still get to take a peek on him whenever I wanted to. Until the host finally announced that I get to choose 1 guy to walk on the so-called 'runway'. Immediately, I went to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was so proud that night. That was my 1st chance, to hold her hands in front of everybody. While walking with her hand on my hand, I thought I found my dream...My dream of walking beside her, my drea&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIddwGUhEdI/AAAAAAAAACc/vuyG4_hkUR8/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226248973498520018" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIddwGUhEdI/AAAAAAAAACc/vuyG4_hkUR8/s200/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m of holding her near, my dream of falling in love with her, my dream of my dreams to be alive.. I found my&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdOvGl5PyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EYVO8fyfpIE/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dream, on her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That night, we won everyone's attention. That was the night, I declared my love to her in front of everybody. At the end, she was crowned, the prom queen of the night. Yes, she was...and of course, is the queen of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was really an unexpected gift for me. I couldn't believe it. Feeling myself in my dreams now, living in Cinderella's story. Until the end of the night, when I thought that was the time where Cinderella had to go back to her life again, he suddenly held my waist tightly, guiding me into the lift. I was wondering where he brought me, until we reached a place where everyone was there readying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Happy Birthday!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was 12 midnight!!! All my friends were there to celebrate my 19th birthday. No, this was not the Cinderella story where her dream ended by 12. This was my story, it did not end just like that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He was so quiet that night, smiling at me so tenderly that I could see myself in his eyes. That night, he took my heart away. I did not know how can this be true. But I could feel the love, I could feel his love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226238409689233682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdUJNEHeRI/AAAAAAAAACM/cJ1-hAK4S4Q/s320/my+bday..+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;he night finally over. He drove me home. I was so reluctant to leave him. Until I finally stepped out of his car, he stopped me. A bouquet of 'love' suddenly appeared on his hand. He said, 'Happy Birthday my girl. I love you..' He kissed on my cheek, which made me feel like I'm burning. I did not know what to do on that moment until he hugged me like it was the end of the world. I could not hide, his love was so strongly inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226243858850644434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdZGYxcAdI/AAAAAAAAACU/Je3Z9Rw7aYY/s200/PC190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was my first birthday celebrating with my dear, my happiest, touching 19th birthday that I would never ever forget in my life. Midnight 19/12/2006. &lt;em&gt;It was one of my best memories with him... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/462989873173841193-8507810708030796742?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/8507810708030796742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=8507810708030796742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/8507810708030796742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/8507810708030796742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-midnight-twleve.html' title='It&apos;s midnight twelve!!'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIdOvf09PFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RgPBoOwHZKs/s72-c/PC180037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-5093328514856809678</id><published>2008-07-21T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:24:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a vErY noSTaLGiC bEAcH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIRQLxvTxrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g-PTpvhljkE/s1600-h/P5180002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225389630917166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIRQLxvTxrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g-PTpvhljkE/s200/P5180002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;This is the Penang Batu Ferringhi beach, which is one of the famous tourist spots in Penang. Of course, it is one of our favourite places...share with u guys our memories in this lovely beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Our 1st visit to this beach is on our very 1st valentine's day, which is also our 2nd month anniversary. We were just walking along the seaside silently. Holding tightly on his hands, I thought I was the happiest girl in this world. I know this seems unreal but trust me, it is truly romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;This moment was so precious.. Feeling the sea breeze caressing our face, I felt like there's no worries in this world anymore as long as she's by my side. We were just walking silently and my mind was just peaceful. I really love her at this very moment. Although we were just 2 month-couple, but I felt like I had loved her for a decade. I couldn't control myself and blurted out something that was not planned at all. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Saou, I love you very much.. hope to be with you on every 14th, until the rest of my life". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Until he finally broke the silence, he said something that melted my heart immediately. I just kept silent. 'Yes, my dear. I want to be with you. I love to be with you. Yes darling, yes...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Then we crossed a place where horse-riding available. I looked at the horse. Well actually, I'm not that favour animals but somehow, I like this horse, which is called Hercules. Without second thoughts, Kai Zhian asked me for a horse ride. I climbed up the horse and he sat behind me. This was our first horse-riding and unexperienced us felt like falling whenever the horse took one step ahead. It did not seem as easy as the fairy tale how prince charming riding his horse to his princess. Nevertheless, we loved it! Riding on Hercules, feeling his hand always on me firmly like afraid of me falling down in any second, I felt like I am a princess at that moment. And yes, it was my fairy tale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;weetheart, can I be your prince in your fairytale?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISEeItacQI/AAAAAAAAABM/kIg3xsllPX4/s1600-h/valentines+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225447120925520130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISEeItacQI/AAAAAAAAABM/kIg3xsllPX4/s200/valentines+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISFcIUFTTI/AAAAAAAAABc/H4lR2FFMljI/s1600-h/valentines+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225448185971166514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISFcIUFTTI/AAAAAAAAABc/H4lR2FFMljI/s200/valentines+%289%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225446416115765906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISD1HFrEpI/AAAAAAAAABE/r9wgkEMN0Sk/s200/valentines+%286%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Few months later, we went to this beach again. Actually, we were just wanted to relax. Nothing was planned that day. We walked along the beach, saw Hercules again.:) A beach boy came to us, asking " Do you both want to have a ride on Hercules?" I thought awhile, we smiled and answered him. "No, we took this before."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The next thing we saw was para-sailing. Wow!!! Amazing, they are flying so high up. I wanted to fly with my dear too. Immediately, I asked for the beach boy and then we were ready to fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;'In the middle of blue sky, I am flying with my love one, Feeling the world is only us. Embracing her in my arms, afraid of her falling away from me. Kissing lightly on her pale cheeks, having no idea how much I love her. Holding her very closely by my side, together we are flying high up without wings...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477941969207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SISggKC2waI/AAAAAAAAABk/-fRR6olO6gA/s200/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-5093328514856809678?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5093328514856809678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=5093328514856809678' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/5093328514856809678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/5093328514856809678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-nostalgic-beach.html' title='a vErY noSTaLGiC bEAcH'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIRQLxvTxrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/g-PTpvhljkE/s72-c/P5180002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-7838579494431231139</id><published>2008-07-20T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:58:02.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It was a drizzling midnight, no one walked around Cyberjaya.. There's no surprise that no vehicle racing along the road in Cyberjaya.. I dare not fell on the bed at this moment and I knew that if I fell on bed for 2 mins, I will be sleeping until the next morning for sure...And this will make me regret for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was waiting and waiting for the time to pass this moment...staring at my computer and doing nothing. After that, I started sms her.. " Sweetheart, im going to sleep already and you sleep in the bus also ya... i will be there at 8 something in the morning." She was on the way to KL, and supposingly will reach there by 6am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Half an hour later, I started to prepare myself.. Getting ready for everything and bring along my lecture notes to Puduraya... ( few days later got exam in fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It was 4am...I was waiting for teksi in the bus stand nearby cyberia condominium.. Not even 1 shadow appear.. But still, my thoughts told me that there will have teksi for sure this morning.. I just kept on waiting there at the bus stop.. 30 mins.... 40mins... and 50 mins... Finally, a vehicle passed by.. I was so happy.. Perhaps it is a teksi. and i was so lucky. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I stopped the teksi and asked the driver fetch me to Puduraya.. " What? cost me RM 100 from Cyberjaya to Puduraya?????" Too expensive and I started bargain with the driver, fortunately I was persuasive enough.. He just received RM80 from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; But it's still very costly to me.. haha.. Anyhow, it's worth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Finally, I arrived Puduraya at 5.45am.. Fortunately, it was still early.. She was not there yet. After that, I advanced to McDonald's outlet nearby.. Finding a place for myself so that I can see her arrival. While waiting for her, I revised my notes but none of the notes enter my brain. Always, looking towards the window beside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One and half hour later, I saw her with white sweater and a pale long blue jeans, walking ahead to McDonald's.. My first glance on her, I knew that she slept badly in the cold bus whole night.. My heart started to cry.. I never saw her in this condition before.. I purposely hide myself in the third floor which section was closed. I heard her voice.. and I was so excited... Didn't know what I can do to surprise her... Finally I ended up walking slowly from the closed section and saying hi to her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a cold and uncomfortable bus that I took which brought me from Penang to KL. I couldn't sleep whole night and was shivering non stop. He sms me. He told me that he can only make it by 8am. Disappointment started to fill in my heart but I know it was not his fault at all. I could just tell him it's ok, I will wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At 6.50am, I reached KL, finally. This long ride took away my spirit and I just felt like Im gonna collapse in any minute if I didn't get my hot coffee now. I saw a Mc Donald outlet there and decided to had my breakfast and wait there for me darling to arrive. I opened the doors and gosh, it was freezing...I went up and sat in one corner. Took out my hp and started to sms my dear, telling him that I safely arrived KL. OK, message delivered, I put back my hp and looked up... What the......?? Am I dreaming? The person that I sms just now, he was standing right in front of me! Right in front of me!!! I couldn't help but ran towards him, quickly hide myself under his arms, for the warmth that I always need.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He was here for me... In spite of him telling me that he could not make it by time, but he arrived earlier, whole night sitting here, just to wait for me. My tears started to gather around the corner of my eyes.. I was so touched that night. Nothing could describe my feelings, nobody can ever understand this.. Even I myself could not believe my eyes that he was here now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a pleasant surprise, darling. Thanks for doing this for me. I know that you are always there for me, by my side. Nothing can tear us apart. Not eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;n distance. Thanks, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SINezeigGwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QtH0jUTwfHY/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SINezeigGwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QtH0jUTwfHY/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225124231144020738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-7838579494431231139?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/7838579494431231139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=7838579494431231139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7838579494431231139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/7838579494431231139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-past.html' title='back to the past'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SINezeigGwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QtH0jUTwfHY/s72-c/DSC00657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-5735851685242349390</id><published>2008-07-20T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:48:24.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~1 month countdown~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's been 1 year and 7 months our story continues. And now, we are 1 ocean away from each other. I'm studying medicine here in India and he is doing his financial engineering degree back in Malaysia. Both of us do not like this situation, which make us miserable quite a number of times. Whenever I need him, I can only see his face on skype. Laptop is one of the most important tool in my life now, because it is the only way for me to take a look at him each day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distance has made us suffer our loneliness, but actually it made us stronger too. We knew each other more, understand our own feelings more, and of course, we love each other more, deeply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's mid of July now and another 1 month exactly from now, &lt;strong&gt;Im coming back!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 month away from now, I get to see his face closely, and not through the screen of my laptop anymore. 1 month away from now, I can feel his arms around me again. 1 month away from now, I can lean on his shoulder which is always there for me. 1 month away from now, I can feel his breath again that always makes me warm. 1 month away from now, I can whisper 'I love you' on his ears...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling, I really miss you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-5735851685242349390?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/5735851685242349390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=5735851685242349390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/5735851685242349390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/5735851685242349390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-month-countdown.html' title='~1 month countdown~'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462989873173841193.post-4450091611440491851</id><published>2008-07-20T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:52:12.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--14--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIMXdnZN-lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UXCSYCdIy9g/s1600-h/DSC06323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225045790238308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIMXdnZN-lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UXCSYCdIy9g/s320/DSC06323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;saousaou here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;"14".. a very special day for both me and my dear kai zhian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;14/12/2006, a day I never expected it would ever be a reality in my life, a day where my all dreams came true, a day that I teared for touch, a day when I can finally felt the warmth of his arms... This is the day, that I can call him as 'my dear'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I was secretly in love with him since I first met him in L6B4, lower six class. Destiny was made for us to be in the same class. And I can say that I have never felt my heart bumping so loudly before whenever I see him, even on his back. This is the moment which I treasured most. I was always sitting behind him where I could stare at him without anybody noticing it. But things changed when our Class Monitor asked us to switch our places. I was terrified and prayed softly in my heart, 'please let me be near him, please....' My prayer was answered. He sat right behind me!! Although I couldn't really looked at him secretly, but I could feel him behind me. Each time when I got the chance to turn behind, I always peek at him at the corner of my eye..(I hope he did not realise this) We merely talked to each other everyday, but each time when I get to talk to him, my heartbeat was irregular and I was nearly stopped breathing. I couldn't explain this, but I liked it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Time passed swiftly, we were separated from each other due to the sudden change of school rules. I was not his classmate anymore. But the feelings toward him never fade away. His class (B1) was far away from my class (B4), and each day I was hoping to meet him accidentally even just for 1 glance. I knew this was stupid but I couldn't control myself. I started to miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Half year gone, without us contacting each other, my hope of getting to know him more was getting slimmer. I started to give up. But miracles do happen! Surprisingly, I got his first message. I did not understand how but he started to chat with me. Haha! I was so excited that day, till now I can still remember the content. 'hey, free to chat with me?' I know I was foolish. It was just 1 ordinary message but this was my chance, to get to know more about him, to be closer with him... Since then, we were starting to be closer, as friends of course, we chat alot, even till midnight, or dawn...until STPM, when he suddenly stop contacting me anymore because of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Exams over... we were back to normal. He started to message me again. We went out for some times and finally one day...which was out of my expectation, he confessed!! He asked if he can be my boyfriend. We went out to a restaurant near my house, and that was when I gave him my answer. I saw him shaking throughout the night, actually I was shaking terribly inside too... Both of us never expect this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;This is the day...14/12/2006... the gift of my life. And out story goes on...til now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I love you very much...my dear most kai zhian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/462989873173841193-4450091611440491851?l=kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/feeds/4450091611440491851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=462989873173841193&amp;postID=4450091611440491851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4450091611440491851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/462989873173841193/posts/default/4450091611440491851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaizhiansaousaou.blogspot.com/2008/07/14.html' title='--14--'/><author><name>kzss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13089577874232662981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SAdSjiTeaDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_SjgIqOHXjE/S220/DSC00529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FiBHAIZHJtY/SIMXdnZN-lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UXCSYCdIy9g/s72-c/DSC06323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
