tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808889953381714142011-07-30T22:59:52.150+08:00Confessions of an addictelizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-62909592064343704382009-11-16T20:36:00.002+08:002009-11-16T20:43:12.432+08:00Da Vinci The Genius 2009 ExhibitionI read the book Da Vinci's code before I watched the movie. The book intrigued me but the movie was just confusing. And Tom Hanks hair was just so wrong! I didn't quite agree with him being the character either. Still, the book has intrigued me enough that I want to go watch Da Vinci The Genius 2009 Exhibition at Pusat Sains Negara.<br /><br />Come! Lets broaden our minds & be intrigued.<br /><br /><strong>Admission Charge<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Adult: RM25, Children: RM20, Family (2 Adults + 2 Children): RM70, Senior Citizen (55 & Above): RM13</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-6290959206434370438?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-2531783250512757842008-04-04T13:30:00.002+08:002008-04-04T13:40:34.102+08:00Yes yes..I'm crazy about them<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R_W9VIYbXQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wdToijYHDTc/s1600-h/cutebabyblueeyes_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185258716711836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R_W9VIYbXQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wdToijYHDTc/s320/cutebabyblueeyes_01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">Yes... I am crazy about BABIES!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">How can you not be?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">With those big blue eyes...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">the cute little button nose,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">the tiny tiny fingers..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">the soft downy hair...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">the chubby cheeks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">And the HEART melting innocent smile.</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">Oh How I Wish I can pick you up,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">and love you..</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">Hold you in my arms,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">kiss your cheeks...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">And breathe in the lovely scent of your innocence..</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">YES! I AM crazy about babies..</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">BUT...I am not sure.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">Whether I will have one of my own someday...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">OR even IF I want to,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">or able to..</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">RAISE My Baby to be a good one</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;">WiLL I?</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"></span> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-253178325051275784?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-90603120090707203342008-03-28T13:00:00.001+08:002008-03-28T13:02:32.329+08:00Kaya<span style="color:#993300;">Today at lunch I saw...</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">A Homema<strong>Ke</strong> Kaya.</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Hahahahaha...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-9060312009070720334?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-16873330414862169792008-03-25T18:46:00.002+08:002008-03-25T18:51:34.281+08:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ffff;">Once..I am</span></em></div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ffff;">Now....I was</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ffff;">Will I be?</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;"></span></em> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;">Figure it out.</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-1687333041486216979?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-87566557193845266642008-03-21T18:45:00.002+08:002008-03-21T18:50:19.804+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R-OSqYYbXPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r9PNZ5sYc4A/s1600-h/AK000007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180145253203270898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R-OSqYYbXPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r9PNZ5sYc4A/s320/AK000007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">i was happy....blisfully unaware.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">n then...suddenly!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">u came ~</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-8756655719384526664?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-15827199409086225802008-03-21T18:00:00.002+08:002008-03-21T18:12:16.335+08:00hrmmmm...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"><em>Hrmmm....i'm definitely addicted,confused,lonely,messy.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></em> </div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;">Sometimes... i wonder...what is the point of our existence in this world? Nah...not really.Its just an extension of my </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;">manic depressive self.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></em></div><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;">Confusion, its a part of people. How do i choose? do i have a choice? Is there signs? A beginning? An ending?</span></em></p><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Addiction is a powerful thing. Once u get it, its <strong>HARD</strong> to run </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">away...away...away...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;">Messy...Messed up...Absolute.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-1582719940908622580?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-62113066229556327302008-03-21T15:22:00.002+08:002008-03-21T15:26:59.339+08:00Missing....<div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><em><strong>I miss you miss you miss you miss you.....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R-NjA4YbXOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FW37dLDP77A/s1600-h/cherries+shimmery+heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180092863192194274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mDAIwiLE-Q/R-NjA4YbXOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FW37dLDP77A/s200/cherries+shimmery+heart.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-6211306622955632730?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-82741953166728077322008-03-21T08:56:00.001+08:002008-03-21T08:56:42.640+08:00<a href="http://www.synchallenge.com" style="display: block; background: url('http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/992/962/synesthesia.9a1ggr72vu.jpg') no-repeat; width: 318px; height: 114px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 126px;">73%</a><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-8274195316672807732?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580888995338171414.post-45095168035538411932008-03-19T19:36:00.001+08:002008-03-19T19:58:25.387+08:00Restlesssss....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><em>My first blog post and its being done at the office...at approximately 7.38 pm. Sad..isn't it? 2 be such a slave to one's own work. But that is the norm in today's world. My heart bleeds with anguish and restlessness. I yearn...2 go out n play, but that is not such a possibility in the current time. It is the only thing that makes me happy. It made me suddenly realize of my love for it, deepened my conviction, but alas...it is not for me all the time. Oh please...please...!!!!!...i want to!!!!!!....my tears is bottled up inside. Makes me wants to jump up n down tearing off my clothes! AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!......</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;">I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!!! for doing this to me. but still....i need you. Oh...i so so so so... need you.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580888995338171414-4509516803553841193?l=confessionsofanaddict-elis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>elizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10540585746762333358noreply@blogger.com0