<?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-5630406068374882484</id><updated>2012-03-04T05:45:58.971Z</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='free bets'/><category term='public bets'/><category term='30 pts'/><category term='daily bets'/><category term='non-bets'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='5 pts'/><category term='musings'/><category term='20 pts'/><category term='10 pts'/><category term='Spain'/><title type='text'>The Betting Couple</title><subtitle type='html'>Pay up, baby!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8361301908639409428</id><published>2012-03-02T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-02T10:17:00.338Z</updated><title type='text'>Safe House bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shy of celebrating our 6th year anniversary, Gary and I decided to do something &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;couples do - watch a movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think 'watching movie' is part of a new couple how-to-date formula - dinner date, movie, goodnight kiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say, we haven't done that in a while. Let me provide you with a fantastic example. Here's the list of movies Gary and I last watched together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Water for Elephants&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Transformers (third one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nine (didn't finish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Up (didn't finish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this terrible fear of watching movies ever since Water for Elephants. I had a mini panic attack because I could PHYSICALLY FEEL my time being WASTED watching that shitass movie (drama mama mode: on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when we were queuing for tickets I kept telling Gary '&lt;i&gt;does queuing for tickets count as dating?&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;if they don't have tickets it's still considered attempting to watch a movie like a normal couple right&lt;/i&gt;?' as my eyes desperately read: GET ME OUT OF HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But eventually we got the tickets (to be honest I did try to bail out but Tong Pak Fu was closed so we had to requeue&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to get the tickets heh).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNldcZ3v6g/T1BMTx2GHEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Yni0C8v7CJ0/s1600/safe-house-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNldcZ3v6g/T1BMTx2GHEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Yni0C8v7CJ0/s400/safe-house-movie-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not going to even bother describing what I think about the movie except for this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;the next day&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's friend: So how was Safe House last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: #pokerface.jpg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's friend: Never mind, I got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, here's our bet on how this movie scored on these three websites:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(closest wins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Gary &lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Official Rating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROTTEN TOMATOES&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;54&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;METACRITIC : &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;52&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;IMDB : &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5.0 &lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;4.6&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;7.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMDB, 7.1. Seriously? You must consist of Ryan Reynold fangirls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Score:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary: &amp;nbsp;10&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: 0 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(starting afresh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8361301908639409428?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8361301908639409428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/03/safe-house-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8361301908639409428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8361301908639409428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/03/safe-house-bet.html' title='Safe House bet'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNldcZ3v6g/T1BMTx2GHEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Yni0C8v7CJ0/s72-c/safe-house-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-698856810331764953</id><published>2012-01-20T06:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:52:25.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;new year bet because the festive mood is hitting us like a ton of bricks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mO1sHd07H3s/Txe2_KzOTjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4fct7WUxc0Y/s1600/Mushu_kh.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mO1sHd07H3s/Txe2_KzOTjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4fct7WUxc0Y/s320/Mushu_kh.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year of the Dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Mushu"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave each other a Chinese New Year-related bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary challenged me to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE CHINESE ZODIAC BET&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know which Chinese zodiac animals I'm talking about right? Each year is symbolised by an animal. Gary and I were both born in 1987 (post cny) so we were born on the Year of the Rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hsqum9NfmA/Txe4z59sd9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nStlh835KaE/s1600/chinese-zodiac-chart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hsqum9NfmA/Txe4z59sd9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nStlh835KaE/s1600/chinese-zodiac-chart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://astrologycalsigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-zodiac-sign.html"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He said if I could name all the 12&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;animals in order, I would get 20 points! If I named the first six half or second half right I could get 10 points! (&amp;lt;--- this is an example of sympathy points)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be fair, he'd only offered the bet when I told him the only thing I knew about the&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;zodiac is that it starts with a rat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's my guess: (in order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Rat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Cow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Tiger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Rabbit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Snake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Goat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Monkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Pig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Rooster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My guesses are based on:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I remember a folk's tale where it said rats and cats don't get along because all the animals were supposed to meet the Gods in heaven to be 'registered' as this chinese zodiac thing but the rat told the cat the wrong date on purpose which is why the cats were left out. Hence they're mortal enemies (think: Tom and Jerry). So I remember seeing the picture of the rat hitched on the back on an animal to on the way up to meet the Gods. I remember the rat riding on a four-legged animal and jumped in front of it when they reached. This story must be so, so wrong but anyway, that was what helped me remember that rats are first!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- So I made a wild guess that the four legged animal in my memory is a cow...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Everyone tries to sync their procreation process to have dragon babies because snake babies are bad! So it was easy to put 'snake' after 'dragon'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- The rest... kelam-kabut. I have barely an idea what goes with what. I remember Joey Yap mentioned a horse after this year..? So I just placed that after Snake. Katherine (my younger sister) is a goat and she was born 4 years after me so that's easy. My dad is half a goat and a monkey (because he was born in the dubious month of January) so that was easy as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- I wanted to put the pig as the last because it walks the slowest HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA WTF. But I'm guessing 10th because Gary's niece is 7 years old and she was born in the year of a pig. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I almost couldn't remember all 12 animals. In a fit of panic I had to ask Gary 'IS THERE A DOG????'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The correct order is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x4uxnOltp0/Txe50WxJwkI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/4vCGuLAfQDw/s1600/chinese-zodiac-calendar-year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--x4uxnOltp0/Txe50WxJwkI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/4vCGuLAfQDw/s400/chinese-zodiac-calendar-year.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinesenewyear.me/chinese-zodiac-calendar.html"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGS &lt;b&gt;ARE&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE SLOWEST DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: 155 points&lt;br /&gt;Me: 150 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-698856810331764953?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/698856810331764953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/698856810331764953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/698856810331764953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcoming-chinese-new-year.html' title='Welcoming Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mO1sHd07H3s/Txe2_KzOTjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4fct7WUxc0Y/s72-c/Mushu_kh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3808335347706318789</id><published>2012-01-09T06:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:14:36.221Z</updated><title type='text'>The DJ Earworm Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's doesn't listen to &lt;strike&gt;music&lt;/strike&gt; current music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever he's in the car, he listens to the cds I burned for him (repeatedly, yes). There was one episode when he conceded to normality and was extremely faithful to hitz.fm but that was &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;because he was addicted to Akon's 'Angel' and hitz played it very often. Needless to say, when hitz stopped playing it he stopped listening to radios altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's actually adorable how he is so lost in popular culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just the other day I played Rihanna's 'Rude Boy' and asked him to guess the singer. He listened for a moment and said, 'Ah, such a weird voice! It must be Lady Gaga, Kesha or Katy Perry!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most amazing thing about what he said is that he knows all three of those singers in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2011 Top 25 Songs Bet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told Gary if he could name the songs from this year's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DJ_Earworm"&gt;DJ Earworm&lt;/a&gt; mix (listening only - without looking at the video), he is going to hit the JACKPOT of points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 points&lt;/b&gt; if he can name both song and singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 points&lt;/b&gt; if he can name either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;250 points up for grabs yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ail7D_k0s9w?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's (correct) guesses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Katy Perry - Fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Moves Like Jagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Tonight I'm Lovin' You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Pumped up Kicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Bruno Mars - Grenade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Lady Gaga - Born This Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) The Show Goes On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) Till the World Ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Total : &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;55 points&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not too shabby, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny tidbits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of his guesses was '&lt;i&gt;Pink - We could have it all&lt;/i&gt;' and this was when he heard '&lt;i&gt;Adele - Rolling in the Deep&lt;/i&gt;' (at 2.18 of the clip)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#7 and #8 were his random guesses! Damnit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were playing charades in &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2011/12/cmon-i-dare-you-to.html"&gt;Camerons&lt;/a&gt;, we gave him the word 'Beyonce' to act. To my complete surprise: 1) He'd immediately made the 'put a ring on it' action (he knows the song!); 2) The guys guessed it!!!!; and 3) His backup plan was to point to the left because her 'Irreplaceable' song starts with 'to the left, to the left' (this would have failed big time, but still!) So proud of you babe hahahahahaa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary: 155 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michelle: 140 points&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3808335347706318789?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3808335347706318789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/dj-earworm-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3808335347706318789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3808335347706318789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/dj-earworm-bet.html' title='The DJ Earworm Bet'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ail7D_k0s9w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3827905919774750010</id><published>2012-01-05T15:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:01:30.245Z</updated><title type='text'>On the road bets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went up to Cameron Highlands on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11MFgCpefos/TwW1D6O8KSI/AAAAAAAAA08/mij6lYC34hc/s1600/o-matic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11MFgCpefos/TwW1D6O8KSI/AAAAAAAAA08/mij6lYC34hc/s400/o-matic2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The land of boh tea and strawberries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I picked Gary up at 7.40am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We reached our rented bungalow at 2pm!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, you can imagine the long, long ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sitting in the car with Gary is &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;boring. We are pretty much self-entertaining people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So these are some of our bets!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(10 points per bet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you stick that on for fun?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL3Bg_PWAuE/TwWx38Qm9sI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v305u_LcwMI/s1600/o-maticcar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL3Bg_PWAuE/TwWx38Qm9sI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v305u_LcwMI/s400/o-maticcar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noob!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P drivers are drivers who received their learner's permit less than 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's theory is there aren't a lot of P drivers on the highway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bet: &lt;i&gt;How many P drivers are there on the highway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's so wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's guess: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My guess: 45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Closest wins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer: 63&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever we reached a highway rest area, it was like a buffet of P driver cars! Gary was so mortified. And the most hilarious thing is we drove around 3 rest areas because the first two were PACKED with cars even though we circled the place we could not find a parking! So every time we entered a rest area I was licking my chops and Gary was groaning in horror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;How cold is it, damnit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C'mon, &lt;a href="http://www.accuweather.com/en-us/my/pahang/cameron-highlands/quick-look.aspx"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/a&gt; isn't &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know whether it's because I've gone through the harsh winter of Manchester but Camerons is nothing man!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time we passed a small village on the winding road up, there would be a massive jam due to cars slowing down. So at one particularly painful jam, we noticed there was a huge flea market on our left. Many people were walking past our cars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first thing Gary and I joked about is how people are wearing jackets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we started laughing when people walked past us wearing ski caps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon we saw people wearing mufflers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was incredulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hence the bet:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How many people are wearing winter gear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LG6w5i5CGu4/TwW03bJPnsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/FUj8qG6SUxA/s1600/o-maticears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LG6w5i5CGu4/TwW03bJPnsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/FUj8qG6SUxA/s400/o-maticears.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry mufflers!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's guess: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michelle's guess: 3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;too many!!! It was more than 20 when I lost count. So yeah, Gary takes this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was pretty cold at night, by the way. But there was never one second when I thought I needed mufflers. Long pants instead of shorts, yes. Mufflers? &lt;i&gt;Come on&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;One strawberry, two strawberries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If anyone ever decided to rename Cameron Highlands it'll probably be Strawberry Town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUd2l67DZzA/TwW2wOb1idI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wXWNhtnP2Yk/s1600/o-maticstrawberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUd2l67DZzA/TwW2wOb1idI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wXWNhtnP2Yk/s400/o-maticstrawberry.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw around 8 of these 'Hell yeah i'm a giant strawberry'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's famous for having strawberry farms which is difficult to find anywhere else in Malaysia due to our hot climate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So strawberries + I-want-to-con-the-living-daylights-out-of-stupid-tourists = hundreds of shops selling strawberries and strawberry related items.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm talking about strawberry mufflers (ditto), strawberry balloons, strawberry umbrellas... -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our bet: &lt;i&gt;How many times can we spot the word 'strawberry'&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyAhyFKQWXo/TwW34dLLWYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/UTGT5BxmDZ8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyAhyFKQWXo/TwW34dLLWYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/UTGT5BxmDZ8/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They intend to stuff strawberries into you until it comes out of your butt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxS1sy1WDFo/TwW37sLnhlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/lyzB0-BUUrA/s1600/o-matic4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxS1sy1WDFo/TwW37sLnhlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/lyzB0-BUUrA/s400/o-matic4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When apples and oranges take the backseat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's guess: 50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My guess: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The large discrepancy was due to the fact I've noticed we were at the edge of the&amp;nbsp;commercialised&amp;nbsp;villages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which was right, because the moment we drove past the villages we barely saw any 'strawberry' words other than the multiple signs pointing us to 'stawberry park resort'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer: 18&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Women take the wheel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bet: &lt;i&gt;How many women drivers are there on the highway&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAN4zFhT9ms/TwW5_w4_OhI/AAAAAAAAA18/H3aH_96pya4/s1600/o-matic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAN4zFhT9ms/TwW5_w4_OhI/AAAAAAAAA18/H3aH_96pya4/s400/o-matic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I was too lazy to take pictures of women drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's creepy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was when there were only 50km left in our journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's guess: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My guess: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answer: Too damn many!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We both lost this one because it was waaaaaay above both our guesses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe I guessed 4 wtf. Hahahahahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvs5GKtwuZ8/TwW5w63sX_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/6XiHttT4zQg/s1600/o-matic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvs5GKtwuZ8/TwW5w63sX_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/6XiHttT4zQg/s400/o-matic3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of Cameron Highlands bets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary: 100 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: 140 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3827905919774750010?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3827905919774750010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-road-bets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3827905919774750010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3827905919774750010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-road-bets.html' title='On the road bets'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11MFgCpefos/TwW1D6O8KSI/AAAAAAAAA08/mij6lYC34hc/s72-c/o-matic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6929273955879321488</id><published>2012-01-03T09:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:42:25.878Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>C'mon, I dare you to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Merry belated Christmas wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, Gary and I went up to Cameron Highlands with a bunch of friends for one night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWh0lx6g1Js/TwK-Da5d7gI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kIgYCNdCVVo/s400/presents.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secret Santa Presents! (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/bobostephanie/media/slideshow?url=http%3A%2F%2Finstagr.am%2Fp%2FbIQNr%2F"&gt;Bobo&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beforehand, we decided to make this huge bet to goof things up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We gave each other a list of silly things to perform once we reached Cameron.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Each accomplished act is worth &lt;b&gt;10 points&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We can't make it too obvious - each time someone questions our behaviour we get deducted &lt;b&gt;5 points&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is our to-do lists:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;The red star/ornament indicates what we &lt;b&gt;accomplished&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKIt2T1A4oE/TwK-BWFu91I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5u643PF35gU/s1600/Gary+-+my+list.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKIt2T1A4oE/TwK-BWFu91I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5u643PF35gU/s640/Gary+-+my+list.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won 110 points!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmxl7Y5B4DU/TwK-CfTMFFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KsD5Oq3WRMU/s1600/gary2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmxl7Y5B4DU/TwK-CfTMFFI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KsD5Oq3WRMU/s640/gary2.jpg" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gary won 90 points!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(# item, our task)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) (#7, Gary's) When Gary said 'sweet baby Jesus!!' it was hilarious because everyone went 'wtf???' but the best part was when he dashed across the room with his arms up after he won a normal round. I had to choke off my laughter and calmly ask him, 'Did you pao, babe?' Inside I was dying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) (#8, Gary's) I told RJ that it was Gary's dream to be fed by him and RJ obliged within seconds. Damn BFF right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) (#6, Gary's) Bobo pinky-promised Gary 'to be happy' and SH pinky-promised Gary 'to take care of RJ'. Lame!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) (#2, Mine) For the life of me I couldn't think of an 'inappropriate time'! Finally I decided I would say it when everyone is immersed in their food during a meal but when the food came all thoughts flew out of my mind except for EATEATEAT! (and yes, Jo proposed to Bobo during our secret santa present time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) (#5, Mine) This was super awkward. I tackled this the first by declaring the loser of each mahjong round must sing a song. I lost the first round, in which I hurriedly sang through the song (quite terribly, as well!) and promptly deleted the rule at the second round.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) (#6, Mine) Steamboat! Bak Kut Teh! McDs! Smokehouse! McDs! (Repeat, repeat) Despite the fact that RJ told me multiple times they did not have McDs in Camerons, only Marrybrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: 90 points&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: 120 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6929273955879321488?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6929273955879321488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2011/12/cmon-i-dare-you-to.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6929273955879321488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6929273955879321488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2011/12/cmon-i-dare-you-to.html' title='C&apos;mon, I dare you to'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWh0lx6g1Js/TwK-Da5d7gI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kIgYCNdCVVo/s72-c/presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3490118270507990109</id><published>2012-01-01T10:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:20:22.299Z</updated><title type='text'>The Inbox bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy new year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you excited about 2012?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Although no one ever keeps them, these are my resolutions for the year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Study (need to brush up on my civil procedure and contract knowledge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Read (my cookbooks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Write (ditto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, this is one of the bets we made a few weeks ago when I was at work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;INBOX: NEAT or MESSY?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This bet is about our email inboxes. I know someone who made sure her emails were always sorted into folders/categories and her inbox was a clean slate each night. I know others who'd never bothered deleting their mails since its creation and their emails are probably a colonial mess of spam, love letters and work mails.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What's your style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We bet on how many emails each other had in our inbox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We both made it clear to each other than we maintain our inboxes 'occasionally'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary's bet on how many mails were there in my inbox: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3,500&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My bet on how many mails were there in Gary's inbox: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5,800&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Closest wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Answer:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyRm8JQL1sg/TwAy-I10TsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g4tL4yEOnqQ/s1600/garyinbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyRm8JQL1sg/TwAy-I10TsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g4tL4yEOnqQ/s320/garyinbox.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gary's inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PafCCQzTSc8/TwAy-pxDGmI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_aMMCnr5CFs/s1600/Michelle3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PafCCQzTSc8/TwAy-pxDGmI/AAAAAAAAAzE/_aMMCnr5CFs/s320/Michelle3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;WIN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Michelle: 10 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gary: -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3490118270507990109?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3490118270507990109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/inbox-bet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3490118270507990109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3490118270507990109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2012/01/inbox-bet.html' title='The Inbox bet'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyRm8JQL1sg/TwAy-I10TsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g4tL4yEOnqQ/s72-c/garyinbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3523811224101767790</id><published>2011-12-29T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:15:41.800Z</updated><title type='text'>A charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7B7rGxFciI/TvxrSn7d3oI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xQv2Hl2qqaY/s1600/Avillion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7B7rGxFciI/TvxrSn7d3oI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xQv2Hl2qqaY/s1600/Avillion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last post was in September 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day after tomorrow, we will be welcoming 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was reading my old posts 2 weeks ago and the memories that flooded back gave me such a rush of happiness mixed with a tiny dose of nostalgia. It was a true pleasure combing back the old posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suppose it was that pleasure that awakened my desire to blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like how I've recorded a small part of our student lives. And I like thinking that when I'm 30 years old and this blog is dead once again (heh), I can laugh a little at how we were like when we were 24 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's continue the fun~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw our last entry where I wondered whether&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/carplate-bet.html" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;WTA&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is out. We are now spotting &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/carplate-bet.html"&gt;WWD&lt;/a&gt;!! Unbelievable! (Report: I am completely &lt;i&gt;whooping&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gary's ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3523811224101767790?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3523811224101767790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2011/12/charm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3523811224101767790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3523811224101767790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2011/12/charm.html' title='A charm'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7B7rGxFciI/TvxrSn7d3oI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/xQv2Hl2qqaY/s72-c/Avillion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6445154768776401035</id><published>2009-09-06T17:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:15:20.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>Drew this 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DEPARTUREgate-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/DEPARTUREgate-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God i hate LDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying back to UK this Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly likely bets will resume :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: I wonder is &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/carplate-bet.html"&gt;WTA&lt;/a&gt; out yet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6445154768776401035?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6445154768776401035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6445154768776401035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6445154768776401035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-1756676695262485501</id><published>2009-08-06T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:11:00.835+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>My two guys</title><content type='html'>Another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, G and I argued real bad. I can't even remember whether he fought back because i was so furious i just blasted him through my nostrils like a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was regarding my dog. Yes, i'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad of an animal-hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my baby :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Patrick.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Patrick.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one on the right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love Patrick. And my love for him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When G and I were LDRing, i left my precious dog in his care. I gave him a few instructions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Feed him&lt;br /&gt;2. Love him&lt;br /&gt;3. Shower him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i kid i kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only serious about the 3rd one. I clearly told G to send Patrick to the laundry before my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wanshuen2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/wanshuen2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary's niece with Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lots of people call themselves the king/queen of procrastination. Oh, screw off. You haven't met G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until maybe one or two weeks before i was due to fly back he hurriedly drove the dog to a launderette. And he drove to the one nearest to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just deposit a soft toy to any launderette *stressed* It must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how to clean a soft toy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later i was chatting to my mother online and she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My dear... dad and i went to eat dinner last night near G's house... and guess what i saw? I saw a Patrick dog! He was hung outside the laundrette... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clipped by his ears, hung up to dry&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR, I TELL YOU. THE HORROR!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; PATRICK???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine this guy hanging by his ears staring forlornly at the cars zooming by as the heat of the sun burns off his shiny red fur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=morepics085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/morepics085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaks your heart doesn't it? It sure as hell broke mine T____T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G left a few days ago to China for a week. We don't talk much (or at all) because texting and calling is so fking expensive. A text is rm2 diediedie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse, stupid stupid stuuuuupid me  sent Patrick to the laundry on the day G left. He will be there for a week. I pleaded the laundry lady to call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as soon as&lt;/span&gt; he is done, but she said it will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I sleep i feel empty because i'm going crazy missing G and i can't feel the comfortable weight of my dog lying on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two guys are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you blame me for being a little heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=onionhead.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/onionhead.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-1756676695262485501?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/1756676695262485501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-two-guys.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1756676695262485501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1756676695262485501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-two-guys.html' title='My two guys'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_Patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-1420739211375298619</id><published>2009-08-04T04:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:58:05.860+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>The Carplate Bet</title><content type='html'>G and I like to think we have a Sherlock Holmes inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brag (to each other) about our own amazzzzzing observation skills and reversely, we thrash each other in glee if one fails to notice something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such cool people huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first bets we've made since day one of our relationship was the carplate bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC08511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/DSC08511.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to spot the latest carplate wins a scoop of ice cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, carplates have three alphabets followed by four numbers. In Wilayah Persekutuan, they alphabets start with 'W'. So a carplate would like like this : WMG 2287&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time all four numbers are used up to 9999, they would proceed to the next alphabet. So, from 'WMG' they'll move to 'WMH'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially the game is to spot the latest change of alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started when the alphabets were WMG i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's WSV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/DSC01426.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ELLE' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to spot gets a scoop of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to Malaysia this summer G immediately spotted WSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a maniac hunter, i beadily stared at every car driving past for WSV the next few days. On my birthday, i let my guard down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; and G snatched WSV from me T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i made up too many excuses for not spotting carplates first :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not driving. Drivers are more observant&lt;/span&gt;.' (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was looking at you&lt;/span&gt;.' (bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure it's WSV? I saw it as WSU.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try pretending to be asleep if he wins the next round. Just pray i won't be half talking when he spots it -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all in good fun. Wish me luck on WSW! If i don't spot it first, G will NEVER let me live it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-1420739211375298619?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/1420739211375298619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/carplate-bet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1420739211375298619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1420739211375298619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/carplate-bet.html' title='The Carplate Bet'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_DSC08511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7716287127994821324</id><published>2009-08-01T11:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:59:36.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>Gloomy days</title><content type='html'>G and I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; think we have one. He, in his manly manner, doesn't think about it at all *rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of conveniently using that little handy mouse of yours to skip the blahsblahs and go straight down there where i will eventually reveal what the problem is, it might pay off to read the blahsblahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because otherwise you might end up wondering what was my mum ingesting when i was in her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/1440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start by saying i used to use my relationship as a benchmark to others. I have a perfectly normal relationship, if yours differs from mine, you have a weird relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon i started realising everyone and i mean EVERYONE is in a 'weird' (by my easy definition) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's when i grudgingly admitted - we are the weird ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a relationship essentially goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy.&lt;br /&gt;They flirt, date, hook up.&lt;br /&gt;They get together.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, they cohabitate.&lt;br /&gt;If it works out, they get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal relationship would take what, a month perhaps, to get to the third line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours took three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go us. As if youth might open the door any minute and go 'hi i'm back!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that we're together... the problem for me is the impossibility of us progressing to the fourth line. You see, we're both raised in extremely traditional families. As i said, i will never be introduced to his father until (and i say this in hope) 2 years before the wedding. His mother knows i exist but that's about that. My parents are much more welcoming to G. It's good. But can I say, 'hey mum, i'm staying over at G's tonight call you tomorrow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might as well find my name in the obituary section of the newspaper nicetomeetyoubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll both be returning to Malaysia for good next year. We will be 23 years old. And G won't get married until he's 28 years old (for financial reasons). He's dead certain on that and even my sweetest voice or foulest threat won't get him to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you see the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years of living apart! Let me utilise my math skills and tell you that  that would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 years&lt;/span&gt; of waiting before we progress to the fourth line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me through the eyes, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=frame.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/frame.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He made me this for my recent birthday :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I used to mull over this problem a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, if G's 'financial reasons' is the main obstacle from cohabitating... we just need to get rid of it! Let's just get the money to buy us a damn house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started buying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lottery tickets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : You'll see my name on the newspaper for a much better reason now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Please read this with a pinch of salt, i don't even know what kind of frame of mind i'm in when i wrote this -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7716287127994821324?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7716287127994821324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/gloomy-days.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7716287127994821324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7716287127994821324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/08/gloomy-days.html' title='Gloomy days'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-4378575694293681490</id><published>2009-07-30T17:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:05:40.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #18 - Men at work</title><content type='html'>Surely it happened to you before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Photo-0243.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pray-it'll-never-happen-to-me flat tyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How long did it take you to fix the damn thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In F1, they change those bloody tyres in a matter of seconds (yes they have electronic guns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long will we &lt;/span&gt;(read : 3 guys and me snapping pictures)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; take to change a flat tyre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;M : 16 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i asked my dad later, he predicted 30 minutes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0244.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Photo-0244.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Answer : 19 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;G : 10 pts&lt;br /&gt;M : 0 pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-4378575694293681490?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/4378575694293681490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/bet-18-men-at-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4378575694293681490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4378575694293681490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/bet-18-men-at-work.html' title='Bet #18 - Men at work'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6739494175418535415</id><published>2009-07-21T19:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:26:28.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Spain bet #2</title><content type='html'>Just now, in the middle of a casual rummy game i mentioned that i didn't realise i haven't blog for so long. G accused me of failing our &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-1.html"&gt;first bet&lt;/a&gt; and i denied it immediately. I told him it had only been 8 days. G then said, 'yeah and when you realised that time is approaching you'll just shoot out a short post'. I denied it again. Then stopped. Thought about my last post and swallowed guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i now attempt to deny that this post is not guilt-driven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it isn't! *futile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha anyway here's one of my favourites bets in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/0188.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate queuing. And one thing i hate more than queuing is - queuing under the hot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; sun. So to take our minds off the sweat accummulating in our foreheads/under our armpits/down our backbone, we made a bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long are we going to queue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 18 minutes&lt;br /&gt;RJ : 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Kenny : 21 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Joanne : 22 minutes&lt;br /&gt;G : 24 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Alex : 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Lil : 26 minutes&lt;br /&gt;(closest wins the pool of 1 euro per person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by fast after that. We slowly picked our way through the bet, arguing the limits (no more than 3 minutes plus minus our guesses) and then nervously predicting who is most accurate. As we went closer... and closer... It was damn clear Lilian was going to win - the queue was neverending!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us started praying we would queue longer WTF so no one would win (29th minute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/0189.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's more inside -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The total time we queued was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 minutes 55 seconds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil won! Almost got a free lunch just like that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a good game to play to kill all those ridiculous waiting time. For example, we also bet how many cigarettes Alex smoked or who would be the first person to say the word 'Spain' and stuff like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes queuing half bad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I think i'm a pretty impatient person but i have evidence to prove otherwise - uploading pictures is really a patience tester. It's so slow i can milk two cows and make butter out of it before they're done uploading. FTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6739494175418535415?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6739494175418535415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain-bet-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6739494175418535415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6739494175418535415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain-bet-2.html' title='Spain bet #2'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6603547818702789842</id><published>2009-07-12T19:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:19:34.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><title type='text'>Spain bet #1</title><content type='html'>Let's pretend i just got back from Spain, not UK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which reminds me i think i should bet with G how many people will ask us whether we have swine flu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our many bets was - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many paellas will we eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ValencianPaella.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/ValencianPaella.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we count - per plate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;in the group orders. So if three people are sharing one plate, it's still one plate. But if 4 people order individual plates, it's 4 plates. Ok this is a bit confusing. I'll explain why soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our guesses :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 14&lt;br /&gt;M - 15&lt;br /&gt;(exact number wins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the answer first. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal is, do you see the friggin size of that paella on top? Yeah, we expected to be sharing (maybe not that plate, but something a bit smaller) between all of us. But nooooooo. All through the trip what we had was this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/1250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had a big big pan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;. Mostly they scoop out of the big pan and served us individually. So the count was 23. Waaaayyyy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No points for either of us :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, paella is good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6603547818702789842?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6603547818702789842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain-bet-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6603547818702789842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6603547818702789842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain-bet-1.html' title='Spain bet #1'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_ValencianPaella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8217172153877375202</id><published>2009-07-08T09:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:25:06.855+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>Cakap cakap saja</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start this post with a ps, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I GRADUATED YESTERDAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to blogging normally! I'll be back in Malaysia on Saturday so that's when peace reigns in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Cheshire Oaks that day, G and I decided to compete who's Malay Language (Bahasa Malaysia) is better. The last time we've used it was during Form 5 (17 years old) and since then we've tried to use it as little as possible. We both SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's a necessity as a everyday language in Malaysia (mamak times!) so watch us show off our impressive translation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ and Kenny came up with the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Besi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dick/Penis&lt;/span&gt; (because they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;G : Zakar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : Merah Jambu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel the need to tell you guys our thinking time is actually quite long -except for zakar-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roundabout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G / M : Bulatan!&lt;br /&gt;(round = bulat hahaha easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : I know! Faktori!&lt;br /&gt;M : ... eh no... KILANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Roda&lt;br /&gt;(i completely forgot about this :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Pusat membeli belah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all we tested hhahahaa. I know i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning in between my sleep i suddenly wondered what is spring/summer/autumn/winter in BM. I honestly cracked my head (in my sleep) trying to remember but i can't! I know 'season' is musim but... musim what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know please give me a hint but not the full word! I'm resisting babelfish for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it's not musim panas/sejuk right T_T that's kinda lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8217172153877375202?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8217172153877375202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/cakap-cakap-saja.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8217172153877375202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8217172153877375202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/07/cakap-cakap-saja.html' title='Cakap cakap saja'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6538558774166153229</id><published>2009-06-27T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:59:03.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>My room my hell</title><content type='html'>No bets this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because im irritatingly lacking a sense of permanence. My laptop doesn't even have a space in my own room. It's either on the floor, balanced on my lap or on the bed somewhere. You see, i'm at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; packing stage right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit more complicated than that. I'm packing half my room now. The day after tomorrow i'll be bouncing off to london for almost a week. Then it's back up to Manc&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with the parents and sisters for my graduation! After graduation, i need to tie the bow of ALL my boxes and ship them to my new flat. Four days after my graduation, i'll be flying back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home, home, home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and I miss Malaysia SO.DAMN.MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to skip my graduation just so that i could fly back earlier but alas my parents booked their plane tickets here before i did anything foolish (according to them). Blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to the chaotic schedule we won't have a betting month, although we still have many mini bets all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday over coffee RJ, Kenny, G and I made summer resolutions together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Exercise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two parts to this bet. First, we decided to pack our holiday with exercises! Each week, we shall meet up for gym, badminton (or other sports), swimming and jogging sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because it's us, there's money involved. Each missed session results in a FINE. A friggin fine! RM5 if you attend less than 2 sessions a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the individual results part. For G and RJ, their summer exercise resolution is to GET BUFF. For Kenny and I, we're gonna lose weight! I forgot what the loser has to do for this oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try new places to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A CONTRADICTION. Lose weight and eat more! Lol. Malaysia is a food heaven and we haven't been appreciating it to its full potential. So we're going to discover new restaurants! Our target is to try 15 new restaurants by the end of summer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Individual resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For G, it's to improve his geography. He wants to know all the countries and its capital by heart by the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's to finish one painting! I haven't finish a proper painting since college :( I lack commitment sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kenny and RJ's shall remain undisclosed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser has to buy everyone a meal if he/she doesn't achieve his goal hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it :) What a productive summer it'll be if we do achieve it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6538558774166153229?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6538558774166153229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-room-my-hell.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6538558774166153229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6538558774166153229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-room-my-hell.html' title='My room my hell'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-4441405288326096605</id><published>2009-06-23T12:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:52:07.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>Back and waiting</title><content type='html'>Back from Spain. Entirely exhausted from the 10 days trip. But happily exhausted nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and I reached home at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could give anyone who guesses accurately how much we slept a prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. The answer is ... 4pm - 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. I know. I remember being so tired i could barely lift my body to even pee in between. To be fair, we both caught fever and got knocked out no different than a lead hammer on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bets in spain next! We're waiting for the pictures. And the pictures will take long because OCD max max max G insisted on compiling all 3000 pictures and numbering them 0001, 0002, 0003... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chronologically&lt;/span&gt;. I did 300 pictures yesterday and burst 3 veins. RJ, the picture sorter, is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-4441405288326096605?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/4441405288326096605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-waiting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4441405288326096605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4441405288326096605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-waiting.html' title='Back and waiting'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-9069786384488034290</id><published>2009-06-17T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:50:04.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><title type='text'>May/June - Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G : 133 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 109 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lasiguanas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/lasiguanas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Las Iguanas, in Trafford Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally suckered by their gorgeous ambience. But by that time was too tired (the 11 hours shopping day) to take proper pictures. Took this one then crumpled on my seat and begged for the food to come. Wtf. Useless.Useless.Useless T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started very well this month but once my exam period hit i literally couldn't think about any bets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be in Spain as this post appears! WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many many many spanish bets, along with the other 5 friends in the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TRAVELLING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- be right back -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-9069786384488034290?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/9069786384488034290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/mayjune-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/9069786384488034290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/9069786384488034290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/mayjune-winner.html' title='May/June - Winner!'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_lasiguanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-1578388448943112862</id><published>2009-06-14T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:38:00.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;25 Random Things About Us&lt;/h3&gt;(I would have loved to post some pictures up but my hard disk kaputed/zonked/totallycrashed so i lost all my pictures :( so it'll be a wordy post, consider this a warning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had to LDR it for a year. Yes it's true, what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We always hold hands to sleep. Always always. Sometimes G, in the middle of his sleep, pats his hand around until it finds mine. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G gives God-like massages. Whenever he gives me one i'll always moan, 'baby this is the only reason why i'll marry you' hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We never swear at each other. Not even when we're flaming mad. G had never used the f word in front of me. And that's 8 years and counting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We love giving each other handmade presents! eg, hand drawn story book, origami lilies, cross-stitched bookmark etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first line G said to me through ICQ, in our very first chat, even before saying hi, was... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a phoenix&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Lol. This was because on that day our art project was to do something 3D and i cut out the shape of a phoenix using black mounting cardboard and carefully glued layers of red sequins on top. I carried it around the class and no one could guess what it was!! Then G came from the neighbour class and said that very line when i asked him :)  So smart baby *adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't celebrate monthly anniversaries. Only yearly ones. However, we do race to wish each other first because we're competitive like that hahahahaha. We stopped counting points because i... hmm how do i put this in the most polite yet accurate of terms... thrashed the shit out of G's ass. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G and I are major geeks. At one point our ideal date is to sit in any mamak doing crossword puzzles together. Ahh good memories hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we were 17 my class (commerce) had an art exhibition day tour. G and a couple of his friends from the science classes sneaked out and joined us. Later when i met him in the gallery, he asked me which was my favourite picture of the exhibition. I told him it was the one by the door, a picture of a road stretching out into the skyline. Later when everyone had to assemble by the bus, he came up to me with a bag. Inside was the exhibition's official book with the whole collection of pictures in it. He said since he couldn't buy me the picture itself, at least he could get me the one in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G and I got really close partly because both our sisters are good friends. When they met up, we met up too. We used to hang out a lot in the playground near his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is one thing that exists in abundance in our relationship - laughter. We honestly laugh with/at each other soooo much! And it's the breathless, wheezing, rolling-on-the-floor-clutching-your-stomach kinda laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both can't sing to save a monkey's ass. We're not even being shy or polite. We are frickin out of tune 98% of the time. So we sing to each other to console ourselves damn sad hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are a cheesy couple. We got together on valentine's day yeahyeah eye rolling. This was because i seriously object to the social norm question of 'can you be my gf please?' so i told him we can make it official by going on our first date on vday. G likes it because it saves him money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenver we're walking by the road G always switches sides with me just as long as he's the one closer to the road (read : cars/mad drivers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just to reemphasise how geeky we are, we were once addicted to Guardian's Killer Sudoku. It's good stuff! Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/series/sudoku"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't like sudoku please don't click the link and then call me a dork :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I need to mention we both have uber big egos? If we don't why does this blog exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our favourite boardgame? Do you still need to ask? Monopoly! It's all about the cash, baby. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G on weddings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't believe in buying wedding dresses. Dresses, he said, should be rented.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't believe in dancing. He doesn't believe in karaokeing. He thinks we should just 'yam seng'.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks wearing his everyday working suit is fine.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks wedding cakes should be fake from the 2nd tier onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything otherwise. And he will never switch to my wedding camp :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the kitchen - i cook, he washes. It's practically in our constitution haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once G was teaching me hokkien so i can speak to his parents, and i asked him how do i refer to him in hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cheekily replied 'You can call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ang'&lt;/span&gt; (husband) and i can call you '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bo'&lt;/span&gt; (wife)!'&lt;br /&gt;-___- I told him 'yeah i'll call you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'TE ANG'&lt;/span&gt; (te= pig)!'&lt;br /&gt;Within a second he retorted, 'I'll call you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild bo&lt;/span&gt;! (wild boar)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I STUCK WITH HIM TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both love travelling. And to tie it up sweetly, we share the same travelling style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G hates shopping with his sister and mum but he doesn't mind it with me as long as i don't neglect him and hold his hand :) Yesterday we shopped from 11am - 10pm. No squabble! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G once said he'll give me 10 points if i can name all his 5 siblings' names and i failed :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm always, always the first to wake up in the morning. But he prefers sleeping on the outer part of the bed. So to get up i have to climb over him *miffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to have 4 kids and 2 dogs in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-1578388448943112862?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/1578388448943112862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/25.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1578388448943112862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1578388448943112862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-5490811522364799852</id><published>2009-06-10T18:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:41:35.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet #17 - Mr and Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mrandmrssmithposter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/mrandmrssmithposter.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to watch this movie again right after my exams, in bed with my MAS pillow, as a way to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we sleep we decided to ask each other 3 questions about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each correct answer gets 5 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three questions were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the movie Brad Pitt claimed to see Angelina Jolie's 'father' in?&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the name of the neighbour who was walking the dog and pointed out to the locked-out Brad Pitt that his car was parked in the sidewalk?&lt;br /&gt;3. What were the two items in Angelina Jolie's bag during her prostitute assassination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fantasy Island (right!)&lt;br /&gt;2. No ideaaaaa (hahaha his name was Bill)&lt;br /&gt;3. Handcuffs and scarf (right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think G shows his vindictive side through these questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the colour of the drink beside the jug Angelina Jolie pulled out from the refridgerator after the fight/thrashhouse/sex scenes?&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first pin number she pressed on the oven (left side) which she used to pull out her gun and knives set?&lt;br /&gt;3. What box did Brad Pitt pull extra guns out of at the basement when they were attacked in their house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red (right!)&lt;br /&gt;2. 7 (right!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Green box (wrong, it's a train set box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn hard lo his questions! T__T&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i watched this movie 187326 times (no actually it's my 4th time) so i could pay attention to important details this time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;G: 133 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 109 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-5490811522364799852?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/5490811522364799852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/bet-17-mr-and-mrs-smith.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5490811522364799852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5490811522364799852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/bet-17-mr-and-mrs-smith.html' title='Bet #17 - Mr and Mrs Smith'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_mrandmrssmithposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7531833572271536597</id><published>2009-06-05T19:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:52:23.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free bets'/><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I know i'll probably scoff at myself 10 years later when i'm buried in work, rushing for deadlines and leaving the office at 3am... but man, studying is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When G ended his exams, i wanted so badly to stop studying too. I started studying a little earlier than him yet he finished three weeks before me. When his freedom came, i wondered how was i going to stand being in the same room as him, with him enjoying his freedom and me always finding myself being tugged back by an invisible chain to my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help when my mental state was weak. I was frustrated at my course, sick of the short sleeping hours and i only had a one week break since the last exam before i resumed studying for the next term. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So G offered me a motivation bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every 8 hours i study each day, he'll give me 5 points. And for every subsequent hour, i'll get an extra 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eighthours.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/eighthours.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first 5 points :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we do it is we 'clock in' our studying hours (we used to do this in college). It isn't a matter of how long you sit at your desk, but more to do with how many hours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your mind is on the treadmill&lt;/span&gt;. So let's say even if i sat at my desk from 12pm - 4pm, i might only clock in 3 and a half hours because i went to the kitchen for food, checked my email, dozed off and daydreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hours.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/hours.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was our clock-in sheet during first year hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bet made me realise my attention span is roughly around 45 minutes. I can study for 2 hours straight but it's only when i tip my head back, open my jaws like a pelican and upend a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do that very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=clockin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/clockin.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My most gungho day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps a lot that i am losing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;. I have nothing but this bet to keep G in sight in terms of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how useful this bet is to me. I used to think 6 hours is a lot. But because of this bet, i stretched myself a bit further and put in another 2 hours. Not only did i find the 2 hours extremely productive, it wasn't a stretch at all! I could have done it any other day before this if it weren't for my laziness cajoling me that i've been so good and 6 hours is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till date, i've earned 45 points! Whee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For giving me such a huge motivational boost.&lt;br /&gt;For making sure i never study with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;For accompanying me throughout all the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;For layaning my random word games in between.&lt;br /&gt;For never saying 'no' to anything i want because 'i'm studying'.&lt;br /&gt;For putting up with my grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;For just being there forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last paper on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 123 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 99 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7531833572271536597?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7531833572271536597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/motivation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7531833572271536597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7531833572271536597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_eighthours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7098152085989113084</id><published>2009-06-03T12:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:29:49.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet #16 - Do you know me, G?</title><content type='html'>Facebook seems to have this 'How well do you know this person' quiz craze. Or is the craze over? I'm so behind with things like that. I just discovered the existence of twitter like a month ago T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i jumped in the bandwagon. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave G 10 questions to answer about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't give me any in return because squeezing questions out of G is like waiting for a chicken to quack. Ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets 5 points for each question right, but for every wrong answer 2 points will be deducted (yes, negative marking gaspshudder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gets negative score, will you guys kill him for me please? I'd spank him but i always lose when it's 1 on 1 between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw these questions are not the typical ones you see on facebook. If i gave any of my friends these, i will be seeing many 0%s T_T G knew me since i was 14 and we've been dating since 19. I expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more from this fella ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is my favourite home-cooked food?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was my badminton school team partner for 2 years?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On what trip did i steal the MAS pillow i carry today?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why was I caned in standard 6 for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How old was i when i started wearing glasses?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What movie did my mum get Lil and I premiere tickets for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did i declare 25th of May 'Michelle's Day' 4 years ago?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which kindergarten did i go to?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the painting i submitted for the school's art auction?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What musical instrument did i play when i first joined the school band?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curry Chicken&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT -&lt;/span&gt; My mummy's jiupai. I haven't ate it for 8 months i'm honestly dying T__T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Xian Hui&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; - OMG babe this was the easiest question!! It was Samantha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; - when i was 15 or 16 heehee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got spelling/dictation wrong?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; - because i was reading Sweet Valley Twins under my desk. I hated that teacher so much, i had never seen anyone grumpier than that lady. Schools should ban teachers who are going through menopause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 years old&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; - 7 years old!! I told u a lot of times ok! Anyway yeah, i started too damn young due to excessive daytime cartoons. And no one told me about contact lenses till college!! :@ That precious, amazing, life-changing invention]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; - Lord of the Rings Two Towers. How did you get this wrong baby! Remember it's the only lotr series i didn't watch with you because i watched it in the premiere! And to think i got you posters hmph]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carrie Underwood won American idol + Liverpool won the CL&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; - happiest day indeed &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peter and Jane&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; - the prettiest kindy ever! But unfortunately one of my very few memories of it was me shitting in the toilet sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; - surprised you remembered :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flute&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT -&lt;/span&gt; how did a tone-deaf girl enter the school band, i have no idea but no worries i aptly quit the band soon after because huffing my breath into that little tube was bloody tiring. Besides, i never understood what the teacher was yapping about]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyPaintings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/MyPaintings.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 x 5 = 30,&lt;br /&gt;4 x 2 = 8&lt;br /&gt;30 - 8 = 22 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the extent of my envious maths skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, nobody hit me in the head and made me lose all senses for suddenly bestowing G with an unnecessary amount of points. Especially when G has a... a... *summons all courage* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50 points lead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update his very generous payback soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: 123 points&lt;br /&gt;M: 54 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7098152085989113084?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7098152085989113084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/bet-16-do-you-know-me-g.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7098152085989113084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7098152085989113084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/06/bet-16-do-you-know-me-g.html' title='Bet #16 - Do you know me, G?'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_MyPaintings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7889845347332977460</id><published>2009-06-01T12:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:43:33.322+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public bets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 pts'/><title type='text'>Help us decide who will win! (results)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;/edit :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i added the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RESULTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how did we even disagree on this. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here's the second public bet (the first semi-public being &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-5-what-people-think-of-you.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clarification : right after you get out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drop us your answer in the comment box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 points on the line and you have no idea how much i need it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always thought that there some are things you can't change in human behaviour and although routines defer, there should be a common thread in the first thing you do when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out i'm very, very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what G and I said what the average person would do first thing they wake up in the morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Brush teeth&lt;br /&gt;M : Pee/piss/loo/wee/urinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the result we got from 20 people :&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for your answers if you participated :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the bed - 1&lt;br /&gt;Comb hair - 1&lt;br /&gt;Check laptop/computer - 2&lt;br /&gt;Drink water - 2&lt;br /&gt;Check their phone - 3&lt;br /&gt;Pee - 3&lt;br /&gt;Brush teeth - 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think peeing is a very natural first thing to do when you wake up! Your bladder collects all the liquid for the 6-8 hours you were knocked out and unless you have an unusually large one, don't you feel it's about to explode in the morning? Sometimes i even wake up an hour earlier just to pee. And sometimes i ban liquid an hour before i sleep because waking up in the middle pisses the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of people who answered 'brush teeth' and when i said my bet was pee, they went, 'oh yeah! i pee first.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately G had slotted in a clause that i had to take the first answer from people. I don't know why i agreed but in hindsight it was damned stupid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The score -&lt;br /&gt;G : 101 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 54 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7889845347332977460?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7889845347332977460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-us-decide-who-will-win.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7889845347332977460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7889845347332977460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-us-decide-who-will-win.html' title='Help us decide who will win! (results)'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-2034091540640106124</id><published>2009-05-30T16:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:17:43.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free bets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #15 - G's guide to a free meal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday G asked me to give him 10 points if, by merely using his persuasion skills without any bribery attempts, he could make RJ (his bff slash backup plan if i dump him wtf) buy him a free meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bet, but laid down a 15 minutes time period. He can start whenever he wants but RJ needs to consent by 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't allowed to talk :#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were not supposed to mention it until RJ hands over the money without kicking and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected G to start towards the end, but he started before we even ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G :&lt;/span&gt; Rj, buy me this meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RJ : &lt;/span&gt;Why? You want to order set meal? The most expensive items?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G :&lt;/span&gt; No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*G calmly waits for everyone to order. 7 minutes gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G : &lt;/span&gt;So, you want to buy me this meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RJ :&lt;/span&gt; hmm.... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G :&lt;/span&gt; ok thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAAAAA WAITAMINUTE *cue tyres screeching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why why i wanted to burst out of my seat, climb on top on the table, grab Rj's collar, wringing him yelling 'whyyyyyyyy wouldddddd youuuuuuuu buyyy this conman a meal for NOTHING?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 3rd bet Rj is involved in. And so far my track record is 0/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;Stay.&lt;br /&gt;Far.&lt;br /&gt;Far.&lt;br /&gt;Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, if you're low on cash, you should look out for this face if you're feeling hungry :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RJ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/RJ.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self : when i see this face, i need to annihilate all gambling thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 81 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 54 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-2034091540640106124?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/2034091540640106124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-15-gs-guide-to-free-meal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2034091540640106124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2034091540640106124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-15-gs-guide-to-free-meal.html' title='Bet #15 - G&apos;s guide to a free meal'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7836060253459363242</id><published>2009-05-29T06:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:07:17.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 pts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free bets'/><title type='text'>Free bets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a chinese buffet restaurant the other day and I gave him a free bet (5 pts). This was my question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one thing&lt;/span&gt; you always see in chinese restaurants, whether in UK or Malaysia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect him to get it but he did answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=luckycat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/luckycat.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cat!!! aka&lt;/span&gt; 招财猫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, don't you see it EVERYWHERE? Once i saw a restaurant who went overboard and displayed at least a dozen of them in the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return G asked me to guess how many ice cream flavours the restaurant provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 3!! Simple - vanilla, strawberry and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaa score 5 points. So easy why can't all bets be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of uni year which means one thing - TIME TO PACK AND MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic G said that he could pack his whole room full of stuff into boxes in an hour or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT! Seriously, packing is the most painful, irritating, sweaty/dusty ughhh job ever. Every time you think you're done packing, something will pop up. A bag full of stuff. A drawer full of stuff. Toiletries. Miscellaneous kitchenware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i bet him 10 points he can't pack in less than an hour and he took me up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gsroom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/gsroom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It took him 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha my darling G. Always so ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only he could pack my whole room in 1 day, i'd give him 100 points just like that sigh. I have boat loads of stuff. Make that ship loads. Titanic loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's worry about that when July comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 73 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 54 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/edit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenge points update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 71 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 54 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7836060253459363242?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7836060253459363242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-bets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7836060253459363242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7836060253459363242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-bets.html' title='Free bets'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_luckycat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-1579622531539281438</id><published>2009-05-27T20:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:21:35.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #14 - 10 questions</title><content type='html'>This was one of our pre-sleep games that became a bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think of an object that's currently in my bedroom or bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get 10 questions to guess what that person's thinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only yes/no questions! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The first person to guess wins 10 points :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is hell's definition of messy now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=myroom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/myroom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright side : ample things to choose from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down side : do you really want to live in hell? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are my 10 questions to guess G's item:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can try to guess what it is, i'm sure your bedroom/bathroom has it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does it have more than 2 colours? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did i possess this item before i moved into this flat? (in September 2008) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it bigger than a mug? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it usable in everyday life?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you (G) use this item?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is this item related to food? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you put this item on your body? (ie any liquid like lotion or soaps or any object like hats and ear plugs) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you use this item for hygienic or toiletry purposes? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is this item in the bathroom? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you put this item in your mouth? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Got it? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are G's questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it something you use regularly? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it used for studying purposes? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you wear this item? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it a decoration piece or is it hung up on the wall? -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is this item associated with the bathroom? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is this item visible at first glance when i walk around the room? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i need to clarify this, my first answer was no but G later said that even 1cm of the item is popping out under a massive pile of junk, it's still considered 'visible'. I guess G has hawk-like vision -_-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you use/drink/eat this item? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you use/drink/eat this item more than 6 times? -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you very fond of this item? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it in the form of a container? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Note i didn't ask you to try to guess what i had in mind because G's questions were waaayyy off. After he asked the 7th question he realised it was a stupid question and i think he mentally gave up. He was shooting me sad looks asking can he change his question. I said sure, but only if he gave me 2 bonus questions and he was like 'SCREW YOUUUU!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns guessing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Make up bag&lt;br /&gt;M - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - :(&lt;br /&gt;G - Laundry basket&lt;br /&gt;G - Water container&lt;br /&gt;G - I GIVE UP LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=toothpaste.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/toothpaste.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=underbedstorage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/underbedstorage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toothpaste ; under-bed storage box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Just yesterday i asked G to put my scarf inside the box :p so it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be still be fresh in his mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after dinner/lunch at 5pm we were walking home when we noticed there were a number of Manchester United fans around the city. I knew there was a match but i didn't know it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Barcelone vs Man U match. So G and I bet on how many Manu fans we will see on our way home (ie people wearing the manu jersey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guessed 12, i guessed 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed by a pub and there were at least 50 - 100 Man U fans! The pub was absolutely squashed with people yet there were around 100 fans queuing outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we were veryyyyy far off but we did say 'closest' wins. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it was only 5pm and it was so packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that beautiful day when Liverpool was in the champion league finals and i went to a pub in Liverpool at 5pm just to get a 'standing' spot. Let me tell you, the atmosphere is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely surreal&lt;/span&gt;. And it was just a pub! You don't know these strangers standing next to you but when your club scores a goal, everyone is hugging each other. We sing together. And yeah yeah cry together when we lost that damn final. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 68 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 39 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-1579622531539281438?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/1579622531539281438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-14-10-questions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1579622531539281438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/1579622531539281438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-14-10-questions.html' title='Bet #14 - 10 questions'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_myroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7289378490868491840</id><published>2009-05-26T19:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:22:08.027+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bets'/><title type='text'>Revenge bet - update</title><content type='html'>In truth we haven't been betting a lot because i'm consumed by my &lt;strike&gt;fear of losing&lt;/strike&gt; studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update for the &lt;a href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-bet-revenge.html"&gt;revenge bet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : -1&lt;br /&gt;M : - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that!!! Obviously my instincts &gt; kiasuness *inserts another 19837 excuses haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is obsessed with Naruto the manga + anime. The anime's first season has 135 episodes and he watched all 4 times. He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;. For his 22nd birthday, i bought him this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=naruto.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/naruto.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ecstatic' wouldn't even describe him accurately. He was just through-the-roof happy. He'd been reading online, moaning how expensive it is to buy the book in english translation (poor boy can't read chinese, which is bloody much cheaper). So for his birthday i bought him the whole season 1 in english. And a good thing - it came in a set. Which fits his OCD side veryyy well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he said he has to wait for the 2nd season mangas to be released in a set as well!!! It's annoying for me because i'd just read the last book and am dying to read no. 28 but i can't buy it because 'it wouldn't be a set' -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my point is, that day he stood behind me, crouching in front of his bookstand and said, 'Baby, if you can guess which fight/scene i'm going to read now, i'll deduct all your revenge bet losses!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, and said, 'Shikamaru vs Temari'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual he went, 'OMGGGGGG!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guys are really not hard to read at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : -1&lt;br /&gt;M : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... yesterday!!! T___T never mind... now it's -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : -1&lt;br /&gt;M : -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened RIGHT AFTER i wrote this post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, asked G whether the last laundry batch was folded. He told me only a bunch of my clothings were unfolded. I upended the basket and saw his underwear there. I threw it on his head and said, 'THIS IS NOT MINE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately grabbed it and aimed for my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly cried, 'REVENGE!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused, saying 'but i haven't throw it yet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth to complain, but before i could do that... he got up, walked towards me and said, 'Never mind, this is worth the 1 point' and then wrestled me to jam it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot sickshit G. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : -2&lt;br /&gt;M : -1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7289378490868491840?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7289378490868491840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/revenge-bet-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7289378490868491840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7289378490868491840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/revenge-bet-update.html' title='Revenge bet - update'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_naruto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8838366291729538964</id><published>2009-05-25T02:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:00:55.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #13 - The machine above your neck</title><content type='html'>When you're studying for exams, all the knowledge travels a one-way route into your brain that keeps accumulating, stuffed, jam-packed into your brain until it pushes against your skull... your head threatens to burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wonder how heavy your brain is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! The bet is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just how heavy is the human brain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=human_brain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/human_brain.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 1.8kg&lt;br /&gt;M - 5.5 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3 - 1.4 kg &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_much_does_the_human_brain_weigh_including_both_sides_of_the_brain"&gt; (&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;wiki answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T LAUGH AT MEEEEE! *wails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you study too much ahahhahaa - delusions of the weight of your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 70 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 20 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps : Joanne, Dr.Abo must think im a disgrace to humankind :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8838366291729538964?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8838366291729538964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-13-why-your-neck-hurts.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8838366291729538964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8838366291729538964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-13-why-your-neck-hurts.html' title='Bet #13 - The machine above your neck'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_human_brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-4491988905144738812</id><published>2009-05-19T12:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:01:00.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #12 - Happy exams-over day</title><content type='html'>HOLAAA G finished his exams!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pops out champagne bottle which i will use later to knock myself unconscious because my exams only end THREE WEEKS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day he finished his exams, we went to town for a date! I love having dating days with G. Small things like that really builds your relationship. By the end of the day we're always radiating from happiness. No no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; will be radiating. G doesn't radiate. He just goes... 'yaa im happy' -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention he doesn't express his emotions well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was supremely gorrrgeous when we walked down. The first bet was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people will be dressed in short sleeves or less?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 16&lt;br /&gt;M - 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a close one. We timed it from somewhere near our flat to the end of Bold Street, the heart of the city centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shortsleeve.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/shortsleeve.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we crossed bold street... the count was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booo :( to be fair i thought the wind was rather chilly myself (half an hour later it frickin POUREDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points gone but it's okay, we bet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next series of bets are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOT IT FIRST!&lt;/span&gt; bets. The first person to spot the named item/person etc wins 10 points each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns naming the spottable item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A bald man carrying a bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G suggested this -__- you should be able to tell his eccentricities by now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;M : What's bald?&lt;br /&gt;G : Hairless la&lt;br /&gt;M : Shiny bald or balding bald?&lt;br /&gt;G : Shiny bald&lt;br /&gt;G : But a few stray hairs are fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha always clear up your rules!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=baldman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/baldman.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello shiny bald guy with bag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(right shoulder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who spotted him : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A little girl wearing pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girlinpink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/girlinpink.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello lil pink sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who spotted her : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Person wearing a green jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=greenjacket.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/greenjacket.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello pea-coloured lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who spotted her : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A person in the motion of drinking something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=drinking.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/drinking.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello thirsty fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a picture of him drinking, but G zoomed so close we might breach a couple of privacy laws with a picture like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who spotted him : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Person carrying a Lakeland (kitchenware shop) bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lakeland.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/lakeland.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello heaven &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who spotted that unphotographed person : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pause here for a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close your eyes... give me your hand, darling...&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU FEEL MY HEART &lt;strike&gt;beating&lt;/strike&gt; BLEEDING???????&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU UNDERSTAND???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FANTOI TUMPANG TABLE TULAN AHHHHHHHH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=181.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Emoticons/181.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pained me so much to write this post. Did i sound very brave? :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bet -which at that point i was acting cool but dying inside- was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debenhams vs Primark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debenhams had a 25%sales-on-everything day. Primark is... primark. We once counted the number of carrier bags from primark on Oxford Road in London and it easily went up to hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to count 20 bags wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Primark&lt;br /&gt;M - Debenhams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=debenhams.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/debenhams.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an example of the special that-day only Debenhams bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright green = easy to spot = win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To my sheer horror, G had a clear cut lead throughout the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... as if the 7 7 7s were lined up..... 3 girls walked past with 5 Debenhams bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sound of slot machine coins dropping ta-daaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs my precious little 10 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the day ended like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 20 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;G : 60 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : radiating with happiness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my ass&lt;/span&gt; *sulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-4491988905144738812?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/4491988905144738812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-12-happy-exams-over-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4491988905144738812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4491988905144738812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-12-happy-exams-over-day.html' title='Bet #12 - Happy exams-over day'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_shortsleeve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-5249526265507146846</id><published>2009-05-17T17:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:16:27.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>April/May - Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M : 88 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 65 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That makes ME the winner mwahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*victory dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked to see how little we bet. But i'm sure it's largely due to it being exam period. Because on the day G's exams ended, 90 points were won/lost. That bloody tapaos our one month's total! I can't imagine what the score will be like when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; our exams end. 1k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is where we celebrated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=etsu1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/etsu1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Etsu Japanese Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for jap food so badly. Managed to find one that's somewhat authentic looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picnikcollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Picnikcollage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't good AT ALL. The menu was veryyy limited. And it wasn't remotely authentic!! I was soo disappointed/depressed/dissatisfied :( And it was expensive too gosh just kill me la stupid restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress was super sweet though. She layaned our bet heehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long has she worked in this restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked damn pro actually. There were only 3 waiters/waitresses btw. And it had been opened since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(closest wins)&lt;br /&gt;G - 7 months&lt;br /&gt;M - 8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WAIT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/WAIT.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we asked her, her face was sweetly blank as she answered, 'One year, whyyyy???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why i like her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - 10 points&lt;br /&gt;G - 0 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-5249526265507146846?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/5249526265507146846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/aprilmay-winner.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5249526265507146846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5249526265507146846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/aprilmay-winner.html' title='April/May - Winner!'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_etsu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3815967773163816323</id><published>2009-05-16T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:08:52.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #11 - Breakfast at kimos</title><content type='html'>G and I have 2098372 meals together. So sometimes spiking the meal with a bet makes it soo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were having breakfast in Kimos. My favourite, favourite, love love love cafe in Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kimos2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/kimos2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is their smaller branch near the university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The bet! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many customers will Kimos have in the short time we eat there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 23&lt;br /&gt;M - 18&lt;br /&gt;(closest wins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cafe-junkie btw&lt;br /&gt;It beats a real restaurant anytime for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimos is crazy popular with students, families, working men, everyone! The table turning rate is amazing. The food is cheap and the atmosphere warm, friendly and... relaxing. The only thing missing is wifi hahaha. But if there's wifi people would sit there for hours and then i won't be able to get a table T___T So no wife is good. OmG i can't believed i typed 'wife' instead of 'wifi' haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kimos.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/kimos.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love unpretentious cafes sigh &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we went there at 10am. G and I agreed if we went during lunch time, we'd bet maybe 25 or 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kimos5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/kimos5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ate their vegetarian breakfast :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think we were there for... 30 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count was 14 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a nice breakfast although G ate his fries soooo slowwwwly so that more people would come in while we were there!! I wanted to help him wallop it but i was so full i needed to waddle out the restaurant T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kimos4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/kimos4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good food, nice people and it gave me 10 points! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;M : 88 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 65 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3815967773163816323?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3815967773163816323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-11-breakfast-at-kimos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3815967773163816323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3815967773163816323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-11-breakfast-at-kimos.html' title='Bet #11 - Breakfast at kimos'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_kimos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7259588070462677718</id><published>2009-05-15T03:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:26:57.988+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily bets'/><title type='text'>Daily bet - Revenge</title><content type='html'>I imagine if i could make all the rules in this world, one of them is to have every person write up a 'boy/girlfriend CV' for themselves. They can write it themselves, and then get testimonials from their exes. That's how you'll know upfront whether you should or should date that person. If it says on their list 'was imprisoned for 20 years for rape, murder and alcohol abuse', then you'd know that's a sign for you to move your chair far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this CV/testimonial thing really existed, i imagine G's one would go something like that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-gf 1 : This guy is very revengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-gf 2 : This guy is EXTREMELY revengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-gf 3 : This guy is amazing but very very revengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very annoying thing about this world is that when you hang out a lot with someone, you get naturally influenced by association. That's how G gets smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding darling :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, i find myself becoming more and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; revengeful! No, i'm not talking about plotting murders of people who make heck lot of noise in the library. I'm talking about between G and I, man, the things we do to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is going to sound really retarded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always starts out simple. If he whacks my ass, i'll whack him right back, promptly. If i tickle him, he'll try to tickle me back before i escape. Sometimes if i'm really cheeky, when he tries to sleep, i blow my breath into his face whenever he starts inhaling (this happens vice versa ok!) and this always turns out to a BATTLE of blow-my-stinky-breath-into-your-face-and-suffocate-you-mwahaha. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago we decided we should play nice and from hereon act like a normal, decent, civil couple. We decided that revenge shall be strictly prohibited. Whoever who does anything in revenge has to subtract one of their hard-earned points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i'm not the inbred revengeful one here. This is going to be the easiest way for me to surge to the top of the scoreboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, three days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens so fast. It's 99% instincts, 1% vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, the next report shall see G -50 points. I just need to start being attentive. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 78 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 65 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7259588070462677718?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7259588070462677718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-bet-revenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7259588070462677718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7259588070462677718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily-bet-revenge.html' title='Daily bet - Revenge'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-6791004476452483151</id><published>2009-05-12T12:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:48:42.360+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 pts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #10 - Break time bets</title><content type='html'>A couple of stupid bets between the books :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Binball bet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even describe how terrible i am in binball (Is it even called that or have i oh so creatively came up with it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us stood in position :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rubbishbet2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/rubbishbet2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's view -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rubbishbet1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/rubbishbet1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; different righttttt *denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If G bins it, he gets 10 points. If i get in i get a lowly, unworthy 2 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result : G gets 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*()*&amp;amp;^%$#@$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The most common word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us named a word that would mostly likely come up first in any page of a random book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bookbet1right.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/bookbet1right.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not that it matters because both of us immediately wanted the word '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i chose '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a'&lt;/span&gt; and he chose '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are'&lt;/span&gt; (why 'are' and not 'is'? weird...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we opened a random page... pushed each other aside to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bookbet2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/bookbet2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to see me win!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G was helping me tweeze the other day (that's how you know the guy's a keeper :D) and he said that if i can accurately guess the number of eyebrows he plucked i could get 5 points for free! So i set a number in my head and he plucked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so freaking hurts by the way. Why did God subject women to such small tortures here and there? Isn't it enough we have to get bloody pregnant and push the damn thing out, screaming all the way AND between all these births we have to have periods, mood swings and insatiable chocolate cravings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the number i had in my head was 18. When he was done he asked me for my number and when i said '18' he was like 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahaaa yayyy free 5 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really because G is currently having his exams (i'll follow 2 weeks later sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 80 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;G : 65 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-6791004476452483151?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/6791004476452483151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-10-break-time-bets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6791004476452483151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/6791004476452483151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-10-break-time-bets.html' title='Bet #10 - Break time bets'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_rubbishbet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-5483330496636280966</id><published>2009-05-10T13:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:14:46.111+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #9 - Unscramble this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/edit : The word can't be THAT hard right &lt;/span&gt;T___T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm almost due to give G back the 5 points oh the sadness! I honestly expected SOMEONE to get it &lt;/span&gt;T___T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G and I both gave each other a word to unscramble. First person to unscramble wins 5 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words we have to unscramble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wordgame1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/wordgame1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's word : DYCPEELOINCA&lt;br /&gt;M's word : AEEEIRNPRTTTVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers (highlight to see) : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Encyclopedia / Interpretative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mine in 30 seconds!! But G cried foul play when i wanted to claim my points because he said he didn't know we were betting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, right, since it's such a fun game i let it go and asked for another one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wordgame3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/wordgame3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's word : CROSEEIPLATTY&lt;br /&gt;M's word : ACEIILSTDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAYYYY I WON AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; idealistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took longer for this one even though the first word i wrote down was '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;idealist&lt;/span&gt;' -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, G couldn't get his and when i told him the answer, he said it was a very hard word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, i guess it is a little hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i offered him a free bet. If no reader can guess this word in 10 minutes, i'll give him back the 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i have no superman powers to time you guys but i trust you won't help G win so easily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me whether i deserved my 5 points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Lil, you're automatically disqualified because letting you guess is manifestly unfair for G heehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-5483330496636280966?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/5483330496636280966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-9-unscramble-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5483330496636280966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5483330496636280966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-9-unscramble-this.html' title='Bet #9 - Unscramble this'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_wordgame1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8501267035683221813</id><published>2009-05-09T13:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:19:18.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>On : Third Parties</title><content type='html'>I know this is a betting blog. But since i'd already launched it from the 'couple' pad, i might as well talk about couple things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are some topics where i'd always loved to hear people's opinions on. They are always diverse, vastly different or strangely similar. Yet each point comes from within that person's mind, generated by his own personal feelings. If you feel strongly about something, it should always be respected. And i respect people's opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sad incidents happened over the span of 5 months between the end of last year and beginning of this year. They all involved third parties. And whenever there are third parties, there is always undeniable gut-wrenching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the moment, i thought third parties were the most detestable creatures on the planet. They should not exist in society. They bring anguish, tears and unnecessary bitterness. Death sentence anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out of the moment now. So i stepped back and wondered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are third parties bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said, 'Why can't i flirt with the guy? It's the girlfriend's job to keep her man, and the boyfriend's job to be loyal to her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cold, cold statement. But there's truth within. Logically, if the boyfriend was indeed loyal, he would not waver. And if the girlfriend did enough, or if she did not omit to do something in the relationship, the guy would be loyal. Or if there was nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with your relationship, there wouldn't be a reason for a guy to waver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, emotions are never logical. And unfortunately, this is probably the only factual truth in the whole post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the question, are third parties the one to blame if there is something wrong in your relationship in the first place? Is she the trigger or the catalyst? (i'm going to say she, but we all know it's he/she)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the guy's fault for wandering, or the third party's fault for luring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it can be both. But are you saying he will not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; wander if she had never existed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view point. If the third party does intentionally steal your guy, but she does so with the purest of intentions? That is, she truly loves your guy. She honestly believes they belong together. And the guy believes so too. He dumps the ex-gf for the third party. Is she still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying the ex-gf should not be sad. I will grieve for her. But is the third party still a 'third party'? Is she still... bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe the third party should intentionally ruin a relationship. But I don't believe a third party should sit and wait forever for the guy to realise that she is the one for him. And i can't find the middle line for these two situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, a few come-to-reality facts tell me i shouldn't even bother wasting my time thinking about it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- very few people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; whether the person is 'the one' for them. They think there's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; and with that they justify wrecking the relationship. Is the pain you cause to the grieving girl worth the few months of fun you're going to have with your 'possible' guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- many people has this dog-eat-dog world concept. In actual fact, they don't give two shits about what the exgf is thinking. It's your business, keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just how much do people invest in relationships these days? Some people switch boyfriends like how they switch underwear. They should be used to the emotional trauma that relationships bring with them. &lt;although regarding="" like="" are="" more="" people="" out="" who="" genuinely="" dates="" because="" that="" person="" is="" suited="" for="" not="" underwear="" men="" only="" mentioned="" half="" of="" what="" really="" think="" about="" this="" but="" these="" points="" still="" make="" if="" you="" have="" an="" i="" would="" love="" to="" hear="" a="" big="" ps="" there="" was=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A BIG ps: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The third parties i referred to were in relationships of the closest people in the world to me thus when i was by their side, the pain i felt for them was so strong and almost intolerable. There was never, ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, ever&lt;/span&gt; a third party in G and my relationship. I don't think it's possible? Three years and we're still blindly devoted to each other, it's almost unbelievable :p I'm blessed, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/although&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8501267035683221813?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8501267035683221813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-third-parties.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8501267035683221813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8501267035683221813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-third-parties.html' title='On : Third Parties'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8191253884183399143</id><published>2009-05-09T05:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:57:41.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #8 - Librarians spy</title><content type='html'>This isn't a bet so much as i want to show off my temporary second home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney Jones Library is gorgeous. It has a beautiful modern feel to it with bright colours and airy study spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and I are not the sharing-is-caring type. We like our studying spaces &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deadly silent&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peopleless&lt;/span&gt;. Studying elbow-to-elbow with other people gets on our nerves. So we started going to the library in hours where people are scarce ie 11am-6am. That's how you get mad sleeping hours, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether other people find studying with their partners productive, but studying with G is tip-top awesome. We work very well together and he's the only one who understands all my idiosyncrasies like when I need someone to bounce ideas off or simple wordy break games between studies that gets us all excited and pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bet is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How paranoid is Sydney Jones Library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha no, i meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many security cameras SJL has in one floor?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G - 3&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the tour!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/sc4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sc6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/sc6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/sc3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/sc1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/sc2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scnone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/scnone.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ta-da! 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead on bet, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 65 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 55 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8191253884183399143?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8191253884183399143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-8-sydney-jones-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8191253884183399143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8191253884183399143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-8-sydney-jones-library.html' title='Bet #8 - Librarians spy'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_sc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-7104821210142011489</id><published>2009-05-07T01:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:29:44.071+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #7 - Dealing with diligence</title><content type='html'>Are you a hardworking person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and I love hardworking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're nice to bet on &lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SMILE.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Emoticons/SMILE.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway G and I tend to stay for long, loooong hours in the library. I love libraries. You can see why in the next bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days we've been seeing this dude who always sits on the same spot, studying. So inspirational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do? Study harder? No, duh, we bet on him! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time will the hardworking dude leave the library? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 3.45am&lt;br /&gt;M - 3.30am&lt;br /&gt;(closest time wins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, isn't he marvellously gung-ho? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=libraryboy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/libraryboy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We salute you, library buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fretted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hahamsg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/hahamsg.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon my terrible handwriting (blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.15am - byebye library buddy :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points in the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time will the first person enter the library?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not technically 'enter the library', that person must specifically sit within the area G and I occupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;M - 7.30am&lt;br /&gt;(closest time wins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice our very wide margin. I have LOADS of faith in humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also notice how crazy we are when it comes to 'camping' in the library. In truth, I wanted to make it for the breakfast in Kimos, a cafe near by that opens at 10am :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was brilliantly bright at 6am. I started getting very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i too idealistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am, the library was still deathly silent. I started worrying. A lot. I can only win if someone arrives before 8.30am. Any time after that, G wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am. No one. No shadows, no passerbys, no one! T____T How can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.10am. I gave up. 10 points lost :( G starts cackling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.20am. I gave up (further) and started mourning for my 10 points while drowning my sorrows into articles on cadaver transplantations wtf. G tilts his head back, rests his ankles on the table and crows with triumph (figuratively speaking of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... we heard a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person was walking towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head whipped towards my computer screen. To see this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=library830.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/library830.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8.30am! IT'S A DRAW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=librarygirl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/librarygirl.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG THANK YOU SWEETHEART! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G was in disbelief. HAHAHAHA. He was like, 'she hasn't sat down! what time is it? 8.31am????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 55 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 55 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-7104821210142011489?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/7104821210142011489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-7-dealing-with-diligence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7104821210142011489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/7104821210142011489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-7-dealing-with-diligence.html' title='Bet #7 - Dealing with diligence'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/Emoticons/th_SMILE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-2512169980633585783</id><published>2009-05-04T00:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:28:09.358+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #6 - Don't speak</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exams period :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming up are a series of 'study bets' ie, bets we make to kill time between books or motivational/studying bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bet i know what you're gonna say next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 pts per bet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good study bet because it sure as hell prevents us from talking hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we did was write down 2 things that we think the other person's gonna say asap. We had to limit it to 'objects' and 'adjectives' otherwise there'd be words like 'you', 'the', 'a' which we say faaaarrr too frequently. G said he would have put 'babe' or 'baby' and that would have won him the points within 2 seconds of the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you can't stop yourself from saying even if you have 10 rags stuffed in your mouth bound with a leather strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for 'objects' :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Collage1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Collage1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G -&lt;br /&gt;'window' + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'rice'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;he was seated next to the open window, and he knew eventually i would ask him to close it because it's colddd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M -&lt;br /&gt;'laptop'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ 'essay' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he was doing his coursework... i think im just uncreative -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note we do not know what the other person wrote, and we can't provoke the other to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, G looked up and beckoned me over 'Hey can you help me read this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i went over i was thinking 'What's wrong with you??? Any normal person would have said essay! T_T'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the next 1 minute he kept saying 'sentence, sentence, sentence' and to my sheer horror, he just went 'ok thanks bye' without saying 'essay'. Is this how you show your gratitude, G? *hiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later... because i have a perpetual carnal craving for FOOD... i went, 'Shall we heat up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, i was greeted with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smirkiest&lt;/span&gt; smirk you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 'adjectives' :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collageedit2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/collageedit2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a controversial one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting to my sisters while shoe-shopping online. And i said out loud, '这双鞋很美!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's eyes flickered and i instantly knew one of his words was 'nice' (girls are perceptive like that :p). But he didn't say anything because firstly, i said it in chinese. Secondly, he wasn't sure of what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he walked past my laptop and he said 'Wow, your chat with yours sister is very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then accused me of saying 'nice' when i said the sentence in chinese above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that it meant my shoe was very pretty, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said "'美' is nice, not 'pretty'."&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo! '美' is pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shoes are nice, not pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; shoes are pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me points for that bet, but challenged me to ask 5 people to translate '这双鞋很美!' to english. He was dead sure most people would say shoes are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, i'm dead sure people would say 美 is pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask 5 people, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3 of them translated it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the shoe is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spits out indecipherable swear words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i still think it's very wrong, and i originally thought it had a lot to do with whether a guy/girl said but some guys i asked said it's 'pretty' and some girls still called it 'nice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i lose this bet with much grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美 is pretty damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - 45 points&lt;br /&gt;G - 55 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-2512169980633585783?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/2512169980633585783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-6-dont-speak.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2512169980633585783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2512169980633585783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/bet-6-dont-speak.html' title='Bet #6 - Don&apos;t speak'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_Collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-9210001818056016000</id><published>2009-05-03T05:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:41:22.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>Snippet of conversations</title><content type='html'>This is my attempt to prove we have a life outside betting. Yes, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; normal people underneath our risk-loving, money-tossing shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long-standing sleeping problem so sometimes when i'm desperate i implore G to talk me to sleep. Yesterday, we counted sheep together. But instead of counting 1, 2, 3... we have to give each sheep a special characteristic before it's allowed to jump over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just say i'm trying to prove we're normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m :&lt;/span&gt; a singing sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;a happy sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m : &lt;/span&gt;a sheep pretending to be a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;a joyful sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m : &lt;/span&gt;a sheep on stilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;a castrated sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m : &lt;/span&gt;DID YOU SAY CASTRATED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;yes why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m :&lt;/span&gt; ... ok. a funny sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;space sheep (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m :&lt;/span&gt; a repairman sheep who repairs the broken fence before jumping over (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g :&lt;/span&gt; a sheep on a plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m :&lt;/span&gt; do you mean lamb? *horrified*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;yes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(SO MEAN) a sheep named sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g : &lt;/span&gt;underwater sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m : &lt;/span&gt;titanic sheep (hahahaahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did i manage to convince anyone? :D?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-9210001818056016000?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/9210001818056016000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/snippet-of-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/9210001818056016000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/9210001818056016000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/05/snippet-of-conversations.html' title='Snippet of conversations'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-2031997356226483928</id><published>2009-05-02T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:02:13.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-bets'/><title type='text'>The day I lost my ass</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you go 'I bet my ass you can't swallow a durian!!!' etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do know/understand... well, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was in Liverpool train station, they had this map dispenser which gives you a liverpool map for a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=machine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/machine.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks innocent eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell both of us were standing in front of it, but i commented to G that he should get this map because his sense of direction is so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, 'What for? It only covers the city center.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my famous line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah right! The city center is tiny la. I bet my ass it covers at least a bit more than the city center.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No offense to my darling Liverpool, but your city center IS small. The whole thing is smaller than ss2!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G immediately slot in the pound and opened the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID CON JOB MAP really covered the damn city center only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=map.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/map.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was really this and nothing else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=map2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/map2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A real map with dignity should look like this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was how i lost my ass :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-2031997356226483928?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/2031997356226483928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-i-lost-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2031997356226483928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2031997356226483928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-i-lost-my-ass.html' title='The day I lost my ass'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-3978020531364346378</id><published>2009-04-29T23:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:05:17.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #5 - What people think of you</title><content type='html'>This is a fun bet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you really know what people think of you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What we did was write down 3 strongest characteristics that people will most likely think of us as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing what he wrote, I nominated for him 3 of our mutual friends, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend would name 3 characteristics he/she think we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each right guesses will get 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, at stake : 45 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Garydoll.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Garydoll.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friendly?? Baby, really???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-great-couple-meme-courtesy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, #8 my answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dollelle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/dollelle.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're not being perasan here ok it's just what we think people think of us &gt;.&lt; (or what we hope at least &lt;/span&gt;-__-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was quite fun discovering what our friends thought of us and I honestly wanted to tell what them their 3 characteristics were too but they didn't ask T__T so i think i should encourage everyone to do this bet and nominate me as the friend ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait look at what G actually wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Guesses.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Guesses.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the scribbled part, he actually named 'bad sense of direction' as one of his characteristics -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he realised only his very close friends would name that and if they weren't part of my nominated list, he's a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he begged me to change his, I asked in return that synonyms should be allowed. He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Answers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/Answers.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people thought of G :&lt;br /&gt;(bolded means scored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Tall, thin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intelligent&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;soft-spoken, sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Conman, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, sleepy-head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I later clarified with Kat and she said she meant sleepy-head as someone who likes to sleep, not lazy hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone he asked said he was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;smart :) *proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people thought of me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Excitable, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bubbly&lt;/span&gt;, generous&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Polite, responsible, patient&lt;br /&gt;#3 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G disputed with me on kind=nice but when I asked for the 'synonym' clause before, I also clarified the method to determine was Microsoft Word shift+f7 so he is essentially bound. Such lawyers we are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : 35 points&lt;br /&gt;M : 35 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Regarding the miniature dolls, I had them made for us for our 3rd year anniversary. It's that stall on the 3rd floor of Mid Valley. I don't think it looks like us very much! Do they? It turned out the lady did warn me that the likeness only really appears when you compare it to the photo I gave them. Such rubbish. But still, they are pretty cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-3978020531364346378?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/3978020531364346378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-5-what-people-think-of-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3978020531364346378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/3978020531364346378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-5-what-people-think-of-you.html' title='Bet #5 - What people think of you'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_Garydoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8086534733736491622</id><published>2009-04-27T08:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:44:59.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #4 - Laundry time</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a bet (or a few) to spike up boring old chores :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many washers and dryers are currently used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 points each. Closest to correct number wins, each accurate guess gets another 5 points. Which mean 20 points at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11.21pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G - 3 washers/4 dryers&lt;br /&gt;M - 5 washers/3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dryers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/edit1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are roughly 8 washers, 10 dryers for around 600 students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out we are mostly inhabited by early sleepers (ok im sounding sour) because there were NO WASHERS used and six dryers occupied, only 1 still spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*&amp;amp;^%#$%^ 10 points lost. I was totally targetting 20 T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again my day starts at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will our machine be stucked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very valid bet because if you overfill the washer it gets stucked at the 3rd or 4th minute. This occurred &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loads&lt;/span&gt; of times between me and my flatmates. I've been delaying laundry for this batch so when it finally came down to it, boy, the basket seemed bottomless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was throwing clothes inside the machine when G came over, looked at how full the machine was and asked whether I was nearly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had barely emptied half of the basket -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points on the line, but i gave him 2-1 odds since i'm nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G - Stucked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Hell please no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/edit2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited, G discovered that the laundry room was very &lt;strike&gt;sex crazed&lt;/strike&gt; sex friendly. Or maybe protection friendly -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/edit3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They encourage safe sex in our student halls, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/edit4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was supposed to be a washing powder dispenser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until you look closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edit5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/edit5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMGWTF why are you selling viagra in a laundry room!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was i very kampung because i freaked out when i saw that! How can la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... it's.... so weird!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, to my very own surprise, the washer did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get stuck! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score -&lt;br /&gt;M : 20 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 20 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8086534733736491622?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8086534733736491622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-4-laundry-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8086534733736491622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8086534733736491622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-4-laundry-time.html' title='Bet #4 - Laundry time'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/TBC/th_edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-2262967971649356925</id><published>2009-04-25T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:14:02.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #3 - Hello, hardworking fella</title><content type='html'>The view from my flat window is an office building with big open glass windows that spies would have a field day with. I’ve been staying here for one and a half years and probably walked past that building nearly every day but sadly i do not know what the company’s about. What i do know is there is one fellow who always, always, ALWAYS OTs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5pm, G and I decided to bet on what time the office will be opened until, that is until the last worker leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G : 7.30 – 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E: 8 – 8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started preparing dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7pm&lt;/span&gt;. When i went to the peek at the office, that dude was on a roll! There were two people working! Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt; – it’s the same old dude there. It’s not as if he’s the CEO with the stress of the company in his shoulders. He’s one of those workers with a tiny booth and he’s always using the computer! I concluded he has no internet at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: it might be a her, i can’t tell from the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.45pm&lt;/span&gt; – I went back to make sure and THERE WAS NO ONE. EH EH EH WHAT’S THIS. Lights were still brightly lit though. When G came in, i told him my dude went to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=office12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/office12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights on with no hardworking person :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.50pm&lt;/span&gt; – Panicking, i told G he went to shit -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.05pm&lt;/span&gt; – LIGHTS OFF. WHAT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=office2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/office2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights off with no hardworking person :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude i faithfully watched you OT till 9pm with great sympathy for one and a half years and you can’t make me proud for one day for staying until 8pm T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : 10 points&lt;br /&gt;G : 10 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-2262967971649356925?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/2262967971649356925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-3-hello-hardworking-fella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2262967971649356925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/2262967971649356925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-3-hello-hardworking-fella.html' title='Bet #3 - Hello, hardworking fella'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-376268808635424306</id><published>2009-04-23T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:36:50.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>The Great Couple Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Couple Meme&lt;/span&gt;, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://quaintly.net/2008/12/16/the-great-couple-meme/"&gt;Su Ann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Tell us about the first time you met and your first impression of him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him was in Form 1. He and other kids from his class invaded our class, sat down and just started making friends in a way kids do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) What's a weird habit or quirk that he has?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, he has this really OCD thing going on like whenever he enters his room he has to lay his handphone, PDA, wallet, watch and whatever else into one neat line, side by side. And the next day and the other 1023 days it will be in the EXACT.SAME.FREAKING.POSITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) What makes him sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he counts his money and realises he has like 20 pounds to spend a week for the rest of the term (and then he recounts and recounts and it’s actually not 20 pounds -__-).&lt;br /&gt;But i think if he’s ever sad 80% of the time it’d be because of me &gt;.&lt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What makes him angry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with seriously bad attitude eg rude waitresses, impatient drivers etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) What excites him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY!!! The guy buys the frickin euro million lottery for God’s sake. Geez. One more thing – business ideas. Excites the shit out of him. So very often there’s ‘eh dear let’s talk about our business idea’.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Naruto update each Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Tell us something funny about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes when we tackle each other and when i dive to tickle his sides, he comes up with the funniest, absolutely hilarious karate pose to defend himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the other times he made me crack up so hard i couldn’t breathe is when we were discussing what to name our children and he came up with suggestions like,&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan Wu Li (translated : the bird lays 5 eggs)&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Each kid will be name Tan A Live, and the only thing that varies is their front name which will be Richest, Smartest etc so it’ll be Richest Tan A Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My sister later added another for us – Juan Tan Mee (wanton mee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) What's he like at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he could he’ll sleep for 18 hours straight or until ‘his body can’t sleep anymore’. Then he’ll laze in the bed MORE (unfrickinbelievable). Then he’ll fiddle around with this laptop. Basically, he’s a slug who surfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) What's he like at work/school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school i remember him being awfully rebellious and very naughty. He loves to pick fights for no reason (other than his love for violence) and he insists on the teachers calling him ‘King’ and starts his sentences with ‘beta’. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;In Help he was very anti-social in the sense that he wouldn’t make friends and people had to approach him to be friends with him. Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Describe his room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His room now in uni- Okay-neat. I think he tries to make it as neat as possible but whenever i come over it becomes a big freaking mess with my clothes all around. (Sorry dear but hey, it HAPPENS HERE AS WELL) Everything is very organised, which is a very nice point. His kitchenware is all on one table, books arranged beautifully and there are food corners and drawers. Basically it’s very hard for things to get lost in his room.&lt;br /&gt;Unless i come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) What's his best friend like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can answer this in two words – A THREAT. They’re sooo close crazy crazy crazy close man. I think everyone is secretly worried for me! I’m sure if G and I ever break up people will say ‘You have to admit you ignored the signs...’ T___T&lt;br /&gt;Haahahahaaa ok ok (half) kidding aside, his best friend is super nice and downright funny if you know him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Do you know who he hates the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A*G2! This driver who pissed G off so much on the road that he memorised his carplate and swore to hunt him down and destroy the dude’s life. G is very vengeful so if you’re ever on his ‘enemy list’, you’re basically dead. You should start praying for your life. For your wife/husband’s life. For you children’s life. And your grandchildren too, really. I feel sorry for you. Now go start your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Have you met his exes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically &lt;/span&gt;don’t have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Does his parents like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite sad but i’ve never been formally introduced to his parents as his girlfriend! I mean, i knew his mother from way long ago since we were 14 years old i think. She knows i’m his girlfriend but there’s just never a formal introduction. I don’t think his father cares two dots about G’s love life. The thing is, he is the 6th kid and three of his brothers are married with kids. The trend is, so i’m told, to bring your to-be-married one to the house like maybe a year before marriage. So yeah, i shall be introduced when i’m 27 yo or die waiting T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) What's the first thing he would do or say if he fell down and scraped his knee? &lt;/span&gt;Ahhurggghh. Then he’ll examine the spot and calmly wash it off etc.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what he bloody does when i knock onto something. He’ll grab the spot i just hit onto and freaking PRESS AND RUB AND SQUUEZE it until you bloody faint from pain. He says it’s to prevent blood clotting hence bruising but shit it hurts so much T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) What would he do in an emergency situation with other people involved? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he’ll scream ‘DON’T PANIC’ then he’ll handle it in a very calm and efficient manner or at least try his very best while repeating ‘don’t panic’ for a million times *grumbles (i like to panic ok sue me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Which shop would he spend most of the time at in a shopping mall? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game shop. But even for that, barely. Because he always insist on following me to shops i like to go. He doesn’t like to do separate shopping at all (although i think it’s very efficient) so he ends up following me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) What would he have for a typical breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a joke if he’s up for breakfast. Call 911 the sky is falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Where would he want to go for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask him his answer will be ‘up to you la’. So i pretty much decide where i want to eat most of the time unless i’m sick of deciding and force him to decide and he’ll just simply say a place and then i’ll decide if i like/don’t like it and we go somewhere i like instead.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, thanks baby for this! *appreciative haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) What kind of movie would he choose at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super no preference la this guy. Anything i want again. Unless there’s something he had his eyes on for a long time because of its trailer or something eg he’s really anticipating the move Wolverine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Describe his taste in music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really likes ballads and very rarely he might like a fast song. If he likes a song he likes it for life ie he will listen to it 28729 times but he will never ever ever get sick of it. So there’s a very selective list of songs that he likes.&lt;br /&gt;The only band he’s super in love with is Blink182. There’s this stupid song i don’t get – ‘Blow Job’ – which he finds very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) Ifshe wasn't going out with you, who would he be going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else because we’re the only ones for each other hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) What item in his wardrobe would you like to burn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in particular, maybe his ugly checkered jackets he used to wear every day during Form 1 and Form 2 but he doesn’t wear them ever now so it’s not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/36-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my form 1 version of him hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) What is he good at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s very good at solving problems at every level. For a day to day basis example, i didn’t have enough cupboard space in my kitchen this year and he used basic thumbtacks and firm cupboards and built me another shelf space just like that! I told him it wouldn’t last but it’s still there after 6 months and damn, i lost another bet.&lt;br /&gt;Multiply that by a hundred and you can roughly imagine how good he is at finding solutions and shortcuts to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cupboard2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/cupboard2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look THAT sturdy right right right. How did i lose that bet i don't know -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24) What is he totally horrible at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consoling people. I couldn’t take it anymore last year and told him straight up that HE SUCKS. When i’m stressed, he thinks the perfect consolation is ‘What’s the point being stressed? It won’t do anything.’ and the same goes when i’m upset ‘why bother crying? Being sad won’t change anything’&lt;br /&gt;I think we settled this flaw in him already but we’ll see when the next round comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25) What's something about him that is annoying/infuriating? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s very lazy. He can be so much more than he is now if it weren’t for this lazy bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26) What's something that you two fundamentally disagree on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of kids. I want no more than 2. He wants 6. So we made a bet on it. A very serious bet. If he wins, he’ll decide the number and vice versa. But first, i need to get him watching those videos of women in labour and maybe his love for me will change his mind *hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit : do you know what he said that day??? T__T I'm not an animal person i (forgive me) do NOT like dogs cats nothing i just don't like pets DOT. G always wanted a golden retriever it's his life long pet dream so i told him fine, we'll have ONE. He was like 'yay ok' but then he said i have to take care of the dog feed/wash/walk/cleanitspoop and im like WTFFFFF HELL NO. I laid the ground rules for him - 2 kids, 1 dog or 4 kids no dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS THE NERVE TO REPLY - 'I want 4 kids and 2 dogs!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG *fantoi tumpang table tulan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27) What's something that you two agree whole-heartedly on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we’re made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) Is he possessive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be really, really bad but it’s pretty okay now (maybe because i don’t give him cause to worry :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29) Why would he succeed in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so damn street-smart. He can con the daylight out of you and you won’t even know. It’s really scary and this is one of the reasons why i’m so glad i’m his girlfriend because i know i’ll never be targeted HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) What is the coolest gift that he has ever given you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the handmade gifts he made me but i really love the 3 strings of multi-colored swans he folded for me for my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31) What does he avoid at all costs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussel sprouts. I think he’d rather walk the desert without water than to eat one of it.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe he’ll eat half if someone holds me at gunpoint. Well, at least i hope so *doubtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) What does he spend the most money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. This is 100% true. He doesn’t spend money on anything –least of all himself. But he never thinks twice splashing money out on me. It makes every present, every meal doubly sweet &lt;3 style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33) Describe his typical Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUG mode, maxed. That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) Why would he be dangerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he’s violent (as mentioned), vengeful (as mentioned) and he can be a conman (as mentioned).&lt;br /&gt;But he’s a brilliantly loyal friend if you’re in his good books (as mentioned, #10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35) Tell us about a time he looked absolutely gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, almost every day when he has this super happy smile on his face when he sees me. When he tells me he loves me with that smile. AHHH i love him so much hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36) What's something about him that would surprise all of his friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much he actually eats. You can’t tell by how skinny he is. He really eats a lot. I know i tell everyone this and i understand why nobody believes me but REALLY HE EATS HELL LOT OKAY. He doesn’t even shit a lot. Where does the food go? Mystery 101.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also how generous he is with people. He might appear to be the most kiamsiap person on planet earth, but he’s actually the one who taught me (unconsciously) that the people you care for are always worth every dollar you spend on them. Did you know since 14 years old (with a measly allowance), he’d always insisted on buying all his friends meals on his birthday? Super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37) What do you love most about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38) The biggest lesson you have learnt from loving your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person like what G is to me is indeed very rare lately and he deserves to be appreciated, loved and cherished down to the bone. Thank you whoever who gave me G. Not only that, for giving me him so early in my life. I’ve often wondered what did I do to deserve something so beautiful, something that produces so much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : he is a terrible meme person lo! His answers would have been yes/no if he could. So bear with him ok. And don't mind his #10 ok, he's just a little mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Tell us about the first time you met and your first impression of him/her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school I went over to her class. Very neat and proper girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) What's a weird habit or quirk that she has?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She NEEDS her MAS pillow (stolen from the plane) to sleep so she brings them everywhere she go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cupboard3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/cupboard3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry MAS but it was love at first sight and im sure you wouldn't want to come between true love. This pillow and i really really really REALLY bonded. And the corner holes aren't caused by me ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) What makes her sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching sad/touching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) What makes her angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't utilize my time well...&lt;br /&gt;Cheating bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) What excites her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Getting new kitchenware. (even if its just a measuring spoon)&lt;br /&gt;Me doing this survey with her. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a 22 year old who loves kitchenware. Yeah, a whacko is born every minute in this world. I'm just keeping the trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Tell us something funny about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes licking ppl...well licking me actually...is that even funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, i like kitchenware and i'm also half a cat. But we are so gonna bet on this. I say most couples lick each other and he doesn't agree! I need a damn poll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) What's she like at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly the same everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) What's she like at work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model student. Very disciplined and studious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Describe her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its messy 25days/every month. Any other day, its clean because I clean it up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) What's her best friend like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u mean? Like a human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Do you know who she hates the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think she hates anyone in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Have you met her exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really an ex but yeah I've met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Do her parents like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) What's the first thing she would do or say if she fell down and scraped her knee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either "ouch" or "no no no dont scold me plsss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He always scolds me for being clumsy :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or rather he uses this exasperated tone going 'babyyyyy! not again!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) What would she do in an emergency situation with other people involved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Which shop would she spend most of the time at in a shopping mall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lakeland.co.uk/"&gt;Lakeland.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(only the BEST kitchenware shop in UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) What would she have for a typical breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something simple and fast like cereals, breakfast bars etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Where would she want to go for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitos (a nice mexican restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) What kind of movie would she choose at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular type. Chick flicks sometimes. As long as the rating is good and the trailer seems interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Describe her taste in music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a big fan of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) If she wasn't going out with you, who would she be going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would i know? With someone like me maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) What item in her wardrobe would you like to burn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn her wardrobe(in UK) to get her a bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hammer a few nails in my wardrobe and you'd get Ms. Trunchbull's '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matilda_%28novel%29"&gt;chokey&lt;/a&gt;' &lt;/span&gt; -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) What is she good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, Painting, Being a girlfriend, making me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24) What is she totally horrible at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping things neat and orderly. 2-3weeks after i clean and tidy up her drawers for her, it'll go back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cupboard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b191/ellez_/cupboard.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He does a very good job i must say :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25) What's something about her that is annoying/infuriating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better not say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26) What's something that you two fundamentally disagree on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always going to be difference in opinion between any two individuals but I wouldn't say that there's anything that we "fundamentally" disagree on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27) What's something that you two agree whole-heartedly on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live to eat. Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) Is she possessive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29) Why would she succeed in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is smart, intelligent, determined and focus on whatever she set her mind to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) What is the coolest gift that she has ever given you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her handmade gifts, her paintings, her handmade card, handmade book and the best of all, her presence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31) What does she avoid at all costs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to persuade me something when i refuse to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) What does she spend the most money on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchenware. Clothes. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33) Describe her typical Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now-&gt; Wake up, surf, study, study, study, cook, eat while watching kitchen nightmare, shower, study study study...&lt;br /&gt;When there's no exam -&gt; Wake up, surf, surf, surf, (do work if she has tutorial on Monday), eat out, watch any series, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) Why would she be dangerous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sprays poisonous saliva at u when u pin her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35) Tell us about a time she looked absolutely gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when she wakes up next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36) What's something about her that would surprise all of her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eats brown rice...how can she stand it? yuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37) What do you love most about her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I know that I can always depend on her at times when I need her and the sense of security I get from her.&lt;br /&gt;(And her absolutely delicious turmeric chicken -to die for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38) The biggest lesson you have learnt from loving your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of having to love someone and having that person love u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-376268808635424306?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/376268808635424306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-great-couple-meme-courtesy.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/376268808635424306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/376268808635424306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-great-couple-meme-courtesy.html' title='The Great Couple Meme'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-8425121853546838235</id><published>2009-04-23T04:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:53:43.065+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #2 - Hairy day</title><content type='html'>OMG this bet made me crack up so hard it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying down beside G and as usual my hair will swat his head and today while spitting my hair out he complained about the 'unusual volume' of hair on my head T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, our bet is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many strands of hair are there in an average human's head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest guess to the correct number wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY TO GUESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try try try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G: 1.5 million&lt;br /&gt;M: 120,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBE3m0opwdE/Se_mbY6AZWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LyPmw-xFqYQ/s1600-h/xie-qiuping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBE3m0opwdE/Se_mbY6AZWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LyPmw-xFqYQ/s320/xie-qiuping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327730242419189090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a picture like this, i'd guess 20 million -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: 100,000 - 150,000 &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_strands_of_hair_do_you_have_in_your_head"&gt;Wiki Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 MILLION HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok *calms down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually a lot of people guessed by the millions too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's your fun fact of the day! (ie you don't have THAT many dead cells on your head &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - 10 points&lt;br /&gt;G - 0 points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-8425121853546838235?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/8425121853546838235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8425121853546838235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/8425121853546838235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-2.html' title='Bet #2 - Hairy day'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBE3m0opwdE/Se_mbY6AZWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/LyPmw-xFqYQ/s72-c/xie-qiuping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-5073923869144144201</id><published>2009-04-22T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:22:05.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 pts'/><title type='text'>Bet #1 - Keeping it up</title><content type='html'>Not so ironically, our first bet is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How long can this blog last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a quitter, really. But there are a couple of projects that's still hanging around. I'd never given up on it. But i have to admit 'taking a break' for 3 years is pushing it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G - &gt;1 year&lt;br /&gt;M - &lt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i have less faith in myself than my boyfriend has in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're just keeping it real here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rule, if i don't update in two weeks - the blog will be shut down. That would hurt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the rare bets that i hope he wins, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At stake - 30 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End date : 22nd April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Did i just type 2010?? Didn't we just celebrate the millenium like two years ago? T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5630406068374882484-5073923869144144201?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/5073923869144144201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5073923869144144201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/5073923869144144201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bet-1.html' title='Bet #1 - Keeping it up'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630406068374882484.post-4016890096496818669</id><published>2009-04-20T05:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:53:01.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About the bout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLOG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a betting blog. It's going to document all the bets i make with G. And we make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there are a lot of bets. We have card-games bets. Long term bets. One-shot bets. Short term bets. Serious bets. Public bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most we have are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one-shot bets&lt;/span&gt; where we bet on the most mundane stuff. For example, how many pearls are there in this cup of milk bubble tea? We've climbed this staircase a million times, how many stairs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; there? Are there more couples or groupies watching movies today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public bets&lt;/span&gt; are controversial because all these while, we don't know how to find out what's the general thinking! Hopefully, i can get a poll to start making results for our bets official. Bets falling under this category are... What's the most popular Halloween costume? How many times does the average couple kiss a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;card-game bets&lt;/span&gt;. We're a unique couple okay. Whenever we're bored, card games are the way to go. Blackjack, Gin Rummy, Bridge, Ngao, Casino Wars, Texas hold'em, 8 cards poker... basically whatever there is, we play'em. And if there's a game we don't know, we'd love to learn. This is the only monetary bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can conclude by now that we're pretty darn serious about our bets -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDLY BETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  bets are friendly.  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; We might sulk hell lot when we lose or argue incessantly about why we’re right but at the end of the day there’ll always be the small voice saying ‘you win la’. We've never argued over any of these silly bets (not fan-toi/tumpang table angry at least) and the most physical we’d ever gotten to over a bet is tackle each other with belly tickling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BETTING SYSTEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we've gotten overboard when we first started out betting. Money was passed to and fro too damn many times. And we lost our heads counting the 'I-owe-yous'. So we had to switch to this 'point/redeem' system. That didn't work out too well (uhm i lost the paper in between all these end-of-summer moves). So nowwww, with this blog, i'm going to religiously keep track of &lt;strike&gt;my winnings&lt;/strike&gt; the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it's gonna work - each bets comes with points (normally 10 pts per bet). By the end of each month, we'll just total up the points. Winner gets to kick loser's butt and order him to wash dishes/do laundry/clean the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah no la! Winner gets a nice meal out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our trust in each other is absolute. We will never lie/cheat in order to win a bet. Like in our pearls milk bubble tea bet, we'd counted the pearls in our own mouths and added both our numbers up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE COUPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both 22 year old law students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're high school sweehearts who have been dating for 3+ years and counting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ISSUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we love gambling, betting and all these nasty little sins, we love our money A LOT and hate to see it go to another's hands. We don't mind a casual game of mahjong or gin rummy between friends but going to a casino? Not our style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't suggest therapists ok we're as honest and responsible as gamblers get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should cover the bases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5630406068374882484-4016890096496818669?l=thebettingcouple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/feeds/4016890096496818669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-bout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4016890096496818669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5630406068374882484/posts/default/4016890096496818669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebettingcouple.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-bout.html' title='About the bout'/><author><name>elle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
